<?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-8556600534252389906</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:06:32.420-07:00</updated><category term='All about hair.'/><title type='text'>starless nights are synonyms of nightmares.</title><subtitle type='html'>-- Breathe in slowly now, Darling don't lie to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6564996049902051042</id><published>2010-05-20T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:54:50.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful girls, all over the world. :))</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;OMGOMGOMGOMGSKDJKLSKJDLSKSDL. I am blogging again, aren't I? Well that's cool. :) I have so many things to share to you, dear blog. I am really sorry for being absent. You know I just came from my vacation right? It was really exhausting yet FUN and memorable at the same time. MEMORABLE. Yes, it is indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to come back to CDO. I really miss it. :( Camiguin was great and fun but I feel like all it did to me was to make me tanner. Like, sooo tan. And these tan lines look sexy but I still find it uncool. ;| I stayed at CDO for almost two weeks and believe me, those days were one of the best and special days I have ever had in my life. I don't really know why, because it feels so weird. Cause all we do at my Tita's house is to eat, sleep, watch cable, go to SM cause it's like 100 steps away, and just pig out and tease each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the trips to my old school and our old house there, the subdivision and all, it made me feel nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frederick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;. Like, forreaaal. Again. The last time I saw him was three years ago. I was like, 12 then. So.. yes. I don't know why but the best day I have ever had since I stepped my foot on CDO was when I was with him. Okay, do not get me wrong cause he was my longtime elementary crush, but I don't know why our closeness, despite the distance, didn't fade one bit. Sure, I was really shy when I met him again (We met at Ketkai with two of my cousins) and then we watched &lt;i&gt;Here Comes The Bride &lt;/i&gt;which he didn't really appreciate that much cause&lt;i&gt; he's not into movies.&lt;/i&gt; But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I invited him to come with us to our old school, where we first met. He agreed and we all rode a taxi, and he paid for it! He's like, so gentleman. Boo. I wish he wouldn't read this. Please don't. :P HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sharing something about him but I'm really sleepy. Maybe next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear it,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; we're just friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :) Nothing more, nothing less. He's just a really great friend of mine. In case people are reading this. I just want to clear this out. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah. All this Cebu drama thing is sooo wasted cause i'll be going home to CAVITE! And go to school at DLA! AGAIN. :) Yes, the thought of being a transferee and outcast really SCARED me to death. And I have never thought that this would be possible but indeed, God is great. I love you, God. Thank you for making this possible. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a miracle, you know. I didn't really expect that I would go home, but I will. And that's just really bizarre and all. And oh, I don't know if I got bizarre's spelling right. I'm too tired to check it out on my dear friend google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hooked up with Season 6 of Desperate Housewives. Why is &lt;b&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;/b&gt; so damn hot? I like the plot even better, it's more exciting. :) And I bought DVD's of How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory. They're both hilarious, I swear. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhht. I'm so sleepy. Mind if I go to my happy place now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, blog. :* Thanks forrrrrrr listening. Like duh. HAHA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6564996049902051042?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6564996049902051042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful-girls-all-over-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6564996049902051042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6564996049902051042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful-girls-all-over-world.html' title='Beautiful girls, all over the world. :))'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8718495610448091500</id><published>2010-04-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:56:49.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the best fall down sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now Playing: Collide - Howie Day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of applying this song as my profile song here on my blog. I just love the tune and lyrics of this song! It's very meaningful. And I kind of relate to this song too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I went to SM this morning with my uncle. I let him bought me this pair of shades. They're a combination of red and white. I like it. :) Anyway, I strolled and looked for a Paramore shirt but luck wasn't with me. That just sucks. Oh well. Sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Saturday's our expected arrival at Camiguin. We'll ride a boat tomorrow and I've heard that it's 12 hours til we get there. Awesome.. Just 12 hours to waste my time with myself. Maybe i'll just.. sleep or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I didn't tell you the news, blog. Oh, right. me and Baby/Babe? He gave up on me yesterday. Like.. for real. He asked me if we could end this. And yes, it's painful. More than you will ever know. But I realized that, he's not really worth the tears and sorrow that I'm feeling. I guess I'm just really stupid to give my heart to him. Again and again. But I'm starting to learn my lessons already and I'm on the way to healing. I have to thank God for just being there. I know he is. and my friends are really supportive about this. and of course! My beloved fiance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still hard. Really. But I guess my vacation to Camiguin will help lessen the burden. I hope it will. I know I will enjoy. I just hope that it wouldn't bug my mind. I deleted his number already, though I memorize it naman. Like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to repack my things! Shit. Blame mom! She even used my swimsuit! Damn it. Oh well.. I guess I'll be off for a week or two. I'm gonna miss you! And the people who constantly visits my blog to read bullshit. Really, I don't even know why you guys are reading this. But I'm flattered, anyway. So yes.. Ta-ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8718495610448091500?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8718495610448091500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-best-fall-down-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8718495610448091500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8718495610448091500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/even-best-fall-down-sometimes.html' title='Even the best fall down sometimes.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7109759360662275336</id><published>2010-04-26T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:38:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHWELLLLL.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So I'm home alone. Well, practically. Kuya just left because Ate Riza's gonna arrive at exactly.. Uhm, about now, I think? Then they'll be off to somewhere to spend their summer. Bummer. I am so fuckin' jealous. My trip to Camiguin will be on the end of the week, I guess. I simply just cannot wait &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; long, maan. I wanna go now. As i now. Deng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I haven't eaten anything yet. I dunno. Guess I'm full, or not. I'm going to cook after this. And maybe download a movie or what. I'm pretty bored. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start my story now. Maybe after I cook, I'll make a draft or what. I want to do something really productive this summer, you know. I just really couldn't think of any. All I do is sleep, go online, text and watch, and eat! Holy hell. This summer's makin' a big bum outta myself. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sorted the clothes I'll be packing for the Camiguin trip! I picked two sundresses and sorted out shorts, and I'll be bringing two pairs of pants. My violet one and the new one mom bought for me. I think I'll bring my three inch black heels too? Shit, I'm just really excited. Even if it's only for a week. I miss everything about Camiguin. I've made wonders and been with such nice people. My freakin' cousins and funny relatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we used to swim and eat "kilawin" and make fun of ourselves. Especially if it's Fiesta. We'll stay at Mommy Emma's house, and there are like tons of visitors. It's so fun to finally meet new people. Interesting or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the roadtrip, maan! :)) Ate Eden told me we'll go to White Island and Ardent HotSpring. I miss Ardent! The water there's hot, like dayuuummm that's why it's called HotSpring. HAHA. Funneh, Dang. Just funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollyn woke me up by calling me on my phone. I answered and she was like - "MOMMY-I-MISS-YOU-LIKE-PUTA-NAMAN-OH!" And I was like O_O cause I was really groggy that time. Matt took the phone and we talked, he told me they'll go to EK next week. Shit. Jealousy, man. I miss EK forreal. More over, I just really miss my friends. Oh, and Rollyn was like giving the phone to Enzo but he didn't wanna talk to me cause he's nahihiya daw and all. Well that's just sad. I wanted to talk to him. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.. time to cook, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7109759360662275336?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7109759360662275336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohwelllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7109759360662275336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7109759360662275336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohwelllll.html' title='OHWELLLLL.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4419546695561469164</id><published>2010-04-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:55:59.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveyyy.</title><content type='html'>So I don't really know what got into me 'cause I don't even know why I'm answering this survey. But I was reading Max's blog and found this, and since I am sooo bored, I just tried answering this. Okay, I am bored. Kayyy? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN WHATS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the first  thing you thought about when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, Ice cream! and my Babe. I searched for my phone and looked if he texted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did  you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;- I went online, then watched half of PBB. ate my midnight snack, went upstairs and painted my nails. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;3. What is the most important  part of your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself. It has always been myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you rather be doing  right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to be with babe. Like.. forreal. Someone send me a ticket so I could go to Bicol and stay with him nawww? Or maybe to Manila. or.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt;- Babe. Always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What always makes you feel better when you're upset?&lt;br /&gt;- My friends, of course! :) And foooodddd. lots of comfort food. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are your plans tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow? Maybe pack my things for the Camiguin trip, but I still don't know when I'll be leaving. I'd probably just go online again and clean the house and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you  worried about?&lt;br /&gt;- My new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you looking forward to  most in this week?&lt;br /&gt;- CAMIGUIN TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP! Holy shit. I'm very much looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE  HAVE-YOU-EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever liked someone with a  girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I think I did. Once. Haha. But I never had any intention to.. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever had  your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course. I have had my heart broken. Twice, thrice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever  played on a sports team?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. As a substitute. LOL. I don't want to be sporty and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Always. Haha. But truth is, I don't really care. ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever had the cops called on you?&lt;br /&gt;- NO! I am a good girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever dated someone  younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really 'dated', but I have been with someone younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;- YES. OHYES. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who  was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin Ceryz. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the  last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess it's babe? But that was a long long time ago. Because I haven't had the chance to register to SuperUnli for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was the last person  to call you?&lt;br /&gt;- OH IT'S BABE! :)) He called earlier. Shit. :"&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Kuya Seph. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person to text message you?&lt;br /&gt;- It's a group message from Rollyn. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Who is the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;- Rollyn too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who did you last yell at?&lt;br /&gt;- My.. mom? Idrk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN WHENS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was your  last shower? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;- last night. HAHAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When did you last  see your mom?&lt;br /&gt;- Just moments ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;3. When was your last hug?&lt;br /&gt;- Just recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last dress up?&lt;br /&gt;- Last night too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Just last last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When did you last go to the movie theatre?&lt;br /&gt;- Last month. Haha. I am so yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When were you born?&lt;br /&gt;- March 22, 1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX  WHERES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where do(es) your best friend(s) live?&lt;br /&gt;- In Cavite. They all do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;- Upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;- IDK. Haha. Somewhere out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you go to  school?&lt;br /&gt;- I used to go to Divine Light Academy. But not anymore. Anyway, I'm still a proud DLA-nian. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is your favorite  place to be?&lt;br /&gt;- I want to be in Babe's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;- In mom's room cause the aircon's really nice. HAHA. :P Mine sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE DO/DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they like you too?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you ever  wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;- When I was younger. But now, I feel really contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;- Quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR WHYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you best  friends with your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Because they accept me for who I am, and they will always be there for me, no matter how far the distance is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why did you get a Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;- It's for my friends. To get chismis. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your parents give  you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. My parents are weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;- Because I am hella bored with nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE  IFS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have one superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Mind reaaading! :) And teleport. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could go back in time and change one  thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- I could go back in time, just to see my friends. But I will not change anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were stranded on a desert  island and could bring one thing what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- My laptop! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you  ever be friends with someone again, who you promised yourself you never  would be because they were mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;- My mind changes a lot. So I guess, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you  ever shave your head to save the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Name a dream you wish to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;- To finally settle and be successful. :) That's it, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4419546695561469164?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4419546695561469164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/surveyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4419546695561469164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4419546695561469164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/surveyyy.html' title='Surveyyy.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2411237588201453856</id><published>2010-04-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:13:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice creams and Strawberries.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Good Morning, world! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a smile on my face -- again. Mom woke me up and told me there's Ice Cream in the fridge so I hurriedly stood up and went downstairs and ate while I'm online. It feels great 'cause Summer has been ultimately hot and I have been craving for Ice Cream since I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted with babe earlier this morning and he was very sweet. I love it when we text like this. He's very cute. :3 Haha! :)) Honestly though, I cannot wait to see him again. :[ Sometimes it feels as though what we currently have is real but sometimes it seriously just doesn't make sense. Blah &amp;lt;- that makes more sense than that. But.. I just really want him to assure me that I am still the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; CAMIGUIIIIIINNNN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot waiiiiit! :) Beach with my cousins, fun fun fun! This is the most exciting Summer I have had since I started to breathe. And will still be having. But I think Summer's going too fast. Now fuck that. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Showtime now. Vice Ganda mentioned Jejemons and JejeBusters again. Wow, they're going cliche' now. But I barely care. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhh. I. Cannot. Believe. It. :|| It's. HOT. like. hell. fuccckkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to &lt;b&gt;You Told Me You Loved me&lt;/b&gt; by CinSun and it's such a sad song, really. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2411237588201453856?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2411237588201453856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-creams-and-strawberries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2411237588201453856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2411237588201453856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/ice-creams-and-strawberries.html' title='Ice creams and Strawberries.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1368937636700971373</id><published>2010-04-23T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:29:13.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling just like God was her lover.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Now Playing: Pink Hearts, Yellow Stars (Harlequin Lover) - Chicosci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can food be that delicious? Screw it up man i'm blowin my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Diet? I was kidding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hmm.. No new updates. Still waiting for the Camiguin trip. I seriously can't wait, maan. This is like the best summer everrrrr. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo, I feel like my blogs are boring now. Well truth is, I don't really have a lot of exciting news to tell or what. I want to blog about things, but I'm feeling lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see babe now. :(( I miss him. :((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1368937636700971373?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1368937636700971373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/smiling-just-like-god-was-her-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1368937636700971373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1368937636700971373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/smiling-just-like-god-was-her-lover.html' title='Smiling just like God was her lover.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-594025453845295844</id><published>2010-04-23T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:02:41.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You spell love the right way.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So I woke up with a smile on my face. Mom woke me up and told me that i'll go to CAMIGUIN! :) And I was like OMG-WHEN-I-COULD-DIE-RIGHT-NOW-YOU-KNOW and that was my OA self. I practically hugged her so much because I was damn happy about the news. She woke me up to ask me to go to her room cause i'm full of sweat and she wanted me to use the aircon and sleep on her room. So I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So GV. :)) and more GV because babe was so sweet. :) He was so generous enough to give me 80 points fer the Globe Rewards thing so I can go unli. Shiit. Kilig stuff. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm worried about would be the school i'm going to go to. San Carlos, plox? Waaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously do not know what else is there to blog about. Ohh! I watched Futurama cause kuya downloaded the first season. Shit-ass, twas sooo funneh like yeah. :D I might DL Glee too now. Certified GLEEK, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BABE CALLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye. &lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-594025453845295844?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/594025453845295844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-spell-love-right-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/594025453845295844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/594025453845295844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-spell-love-right-way.html' title='You spell love the right way.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5569246788100555281</id><published>2010-04-21T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:56:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like yeah?</title><content type='html'>Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw life. I don't like how my mom sounds when she complains. It's like she owns the world and that's just bizzarre and all. I don't really mind but sometimes I really get sick of it. I mean, who wouldn't get tired of hearing the same old damn things every single fuckin' day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'm looking forward to now would be the trip to Camiguin. SHEEESH I really pray for it to push through. Imagine a week of escape and solemnity at it's best. I miss my cousins so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i'm happy about now would be my love life. Even though i'm single, why do I feel so contented and such? It feels heaven. Oops. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry now. Will find food ASAP. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnomnom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5569246788100555281?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5569246788100555281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5569246788100555281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5569246788100555281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-yeah.html' title='Like yeah?'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7630654287382510813</id><published>2010-04-19T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:31:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye sky harbor.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Yowza! :) I miss blogging! I mean, I blog a lot on Tumblr now. Like half of my day is spent just posting there. Oh no, don't be jealous, you! You're still my first love, blogger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy now. HE makes me happy. :"&amp;gt; Why do you always have to make me kilig and stuff? I actually LOVE the feeling of being kilig and all that. it makes me so fuckeeen red like a fuckin' tomato. and I love it. :) or maybe because I just love you? :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn. I'm bad. I need closure. &lt;b&gt;CLOSURE WITH YOU BIG TIME.&lt;/b&gt; The one and only source of my sadness (refer to my last blog post) below. but I think i'm feeling better now. Maybe it's not just going to work out and I just have to accept that fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am so stoooked! Will go to &lt;b&gt;CAMIGUIN&lt;/b&gt; on the 30th. Isn't that just amazing?! Beach bum again, yo bitches. Me likeeey :"&amp;gt; Why am I even talking like this such a slut. bitch. haha. Profanities aside, i wanna see my cousins and relatives there! That would be so much fuunnn! :))) It feels like it has been years since we last saw each other. I'm really stoked about this idea, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna paint my nails again. It's neon pink naww. but i'm not satisfied. Well it doesn't look like pink in cam, apparently. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S8ygTFwaYdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KBdITFZ_d5M/s1600/Picture0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S8ygTFwaYdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KBdITFZ_d5M/s320/Picture0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like my messy hair. :P I've always been messy when it comes to my hair. Like my mom would make a fuckin fuss out of it. "Go comb your hair!" And i'm just like.. aww combs are bitches and they aren't for me. But I always find a way to look nice, of course. :) It wouldn't hurt to be hygienic once in a while, right? And i'm planning on growing my hair long. I just have to resist the urge to cut it. Arrrgh why is it fucckin hot ba kasi here in the Philippines. Damn you, tropical whatever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I do not like how I sounded. :P &lt;b&gt;Slang much?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:27 am. Boooo. Why am I not asleep yet, for Chrissakes? Maybe because I'm busy thinking of him. :"&amp;gt; And I miss him!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Mom borrowed my phone. And I feel like I wasted 20 bucks for load since I haven't really texted much before she borrowed it. Imma get it tomorrow and register to unlitexting again. I just wish he's unli tooo. Please? :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7630654287382510813?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7630654287382510813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-sky-harbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7630654287382510813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7630654287382510813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-sky-harbor.html' title='Goodbye sky harbor.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S8ygTFwaYdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KBdITFZ_d5M/s72-c/Picture0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4107919141191882587</id><published>2010-04-10T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:18:39.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't working out....</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Hey. Been awhile. Pardon for the absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually planning on abandoning this blog. I tried to write a lot on Tumblr but it's way fast that's why I guess I'm going back to you, my little friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little depressed right naw. Blame him. Or no wait,&lt;b&gt; BLAME ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame me for being considerate - SO considerate. for loving too much. for everything. It's my fault because i know it's going to happen yet I didn't find a way to actually make something to &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; make it happen. doesn't quite make any sense but uhhh, who cares? You got the point, i know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just really annoying. I am a girl, he should know that. I want to be assured that I am loved, I want consistency and I want it baad. Not because I am an asshole and I only want things for myself but because &lt;i&gt;it's distance that we're against, it's love that we're fighting for&lt;/i&gt; (or is it?) :( I don't get it. &lt;b&gt;How can he be here today, and be gone the other day? How can he suddenly be cold then be sweet after?&lt;/b&gt; It's like, &lt;i&gt;when I decide to let go, that's the point where he's giving me reasons to hold on.&lt;/i&gt; And I don't want that. :( It scares the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all people, I wanted him to be the one who'll always be there for me, distance aside. I want him to fight for us, but it seems like I'm the only serious one in this relationship. No, wait, scratch that. &lt;b&gt;We don't have any relationship.&lt;/b&gt; Just understandings and stuff, but I guess those things are enough to fight for what we feel, right? Or for what I feel... &lt;i&gt;Cause i'm not really suire about what he feels about me anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's time to finally let go. For the last time. It's so hard to shed a tear every now and then for the same old fuckin' reasons. I'm sad. mad. and everything. I just want to end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So.. can we please just end this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a pain when they send me stuff with your name. Such a pain because I feel so stupid, like i'm running and chasing after you like some kind of a freakin' bitch. I don't want this.. feeling. It's like i'm an option, not a priority. And I hate that. Because I have always been the option. &lt;b&gt;The Option.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fckyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4107919141191882587?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4107919141191882587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-aint-working-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4107919141191882587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4107919141191882587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-aint-working-out.html' title='This ain&apos;t working out....'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5120728437953941557</id><published>2010-03-14T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:20:50.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's love that finds you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5yvoeJaGII/AAAAAAAAAFw/GmHtm-JvvY8/s1600-h/dcbbf629e0cb17c14877eddc64d91410a67aa297_m_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5yvoeJaGII/AAAAAAAAAFw/GmHtm-JvvY8/s320/dcbbf629e0cb17c14877eddc64d91410a67aa297_m_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Indeed. And I think.. so far,&lt;i&gt; I've found love in it's cutest form.&lt;/i&gt; :3 Say what? &lt;b&gt;Nothing.&lt;/b&gt; *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! It's a &lt;b&gt;HOT&lt;/b&gt; day, and thanks for making it hotter, &lt;b&gt;baby&lt;/b&gt;. :) Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday! :3 Pacquiao day with grams! :D I had to wake up early and I was mad sleepy in the car. We had breakfast at McDo and then I attended mass while gramma waited for the theatres to open since she's the only one who'll watch. &lt;b&gt;Great, now that's just unfair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after Mass, I decided to look for a gift for Honey. After, like, 2 hours of looking, &lt;i&gt;(and my feet were abused, man!)&lt;/i&gt; I finally settled in giving her a charm personalized bracelet from Pink Box. It cost me 225 bucks. Darn it. I should've bought that bag in Bench. It costs 220 only. Atleast I saved 5php for cryin' out loud. Anyway, yeah.. I wish she'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I found a cute Spongebob T-shirt! I want it. :)) And some Artwork Tshirts too. Gaaack! And oh, this American Boulevard bag. And.. And.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the list goes on and on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So commercial aside, I went to Starbucks after and chilled there, &lt;i&gt;(literally dude, It was freakin' cold. I can see myself shiver.)&lt;/i&gt; for an hour and I can't believe that he was there! And he suprised me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, after that.. We went home na. Bought Go Nuts Donuts! :3 Yum. Will be packing them for tomorrow so I can share it with friends. Sad. Tomorrow's a really emotional day, I bet. We'll be cleaning off our room and I promise I will bring a cam. :)) I am so excited for Wednesday too! You bet I'm stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished packing things fer 19. I'm alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and will I ever forget? Pacquiao won once again! It was an intense fight and I could tell people were really scared because his opponent, Clottey's one hell of a mad man. Booyeah. But Manny's unbeatable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5120728437953941557?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5120728437953941557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-love-that-finds-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5120728437953941557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5120728437953941557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-love-that-finds-you.html' title='It&apos;s love that finds you.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5yvoeJaGII/AAAAAAAAAFw/GmHtm-JvvY8/s72-c/dcbbf629e0cb17c14877eddc64d91410a67aa297_m_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7309619759824206643</id><published>2010-03-12T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:32:25.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He broke his own heart and I watch, as he try to reassemble it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5suMl1uICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yV_2lHyiPwg/s1600-h/26968_109548289057193_100000060680991_259573_1378878_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5suMl1uICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yV_2lHyiPwg/s320/26968_109548289057193_100000060680991_259573_1378878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Enzo, this is so sweet of you. I love my eyes, by the way. And I still really find the shape of my eyes &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;eird with a capital &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;. Weird. Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hey blog! I'm sorry if I've missed posting. So NAT's finished now, thank God. But we still have to report to school on Monday because of our clearance. See? We should be exempted from this since we've had enough suffering already. Just imagine two weeks of tests. Dang. My brain's - &lt;b&gt;O_O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party's on Wednesday! I simply cannot wait. Last Friday, we visited Paradiso with Honey, Paula and Caryl and it was nice. I find it cool, though it's kind of small. It's enough for me and our visitors and that's okay with me. I just hope everybody can come, you know. That would really be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be reporting to school on Monday with my camera in hand. I'd take a picture of the school and everyone I love in it. Just so you know, leaving is really painful for me but I know i'll soon be able to get over that fact. I wish.. I just have to find reasons to like Cebu and so far, there are tons. My friends will always here and I know that we'll get in touch since grams gave me her laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just.. I'm kind of sad since i'm not going to attend the prom. But that's okay. I'll have my own, right? It's not like i'm not allowed to go to any Promenade, it'll just be with different people I hope I can be friends with. So.. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! If you're interested in checking out this news about Villar's not-so-cool stunt and whatnots.. Feel free to do so by clicking this: &lt;a href="http://opinion.inquirer.net/inquireropinion/letterstotheeditor/view/20100313-258329/Villar-was-never-a-Tondo-poor-boy"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; You should tell your parents about this hypocrite. I am really sorry if I'm being harsh but I feel like I just have to share this in order to open people's eyes about the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Southmall tomorrow, grams will watch Pacquiao's fight while i'll pick up foods and drinks for Wednesday and maybe chill at Starbucks after while waiting for her. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7309619759824206643?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7309619759824206643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-broke-his-own-heart-and-i-watch-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7309619759824206643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7309619759824206643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-broke-his-own-heart-and-i-watch-as.html' title='He broke his own heart and I watch, as he try to reassemble it.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5suMl1uICI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yV_2lHyiPwg/s72-c/26968_109548289057193_100000060680991_259573_1378878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1735982644958636894</id><published>2010-03-10T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:14:34.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearance. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So school's lame. &lt;/b&gt;We just had some reviews, though I can't really call it review since I wasn't listening, instead I just fooled around with my friends. Tomorrow's our &lt;b&gt;National Achievement Test&lt;/b&gt;, and screw that. Man, because of that, I didn't go to Paramore's concert last night, which was a blast, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I am so envious of the people who have seen Hayley headbang in her own cool way. Screw everything else. I was so BV cause of it, but I think I got over it already. They said on the news that Paramore promised to come back here in Manila, and I really wish it'll be after two years so I can be here in Manila again and not in Cebu. Wee. Cheers to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the review, I hung out with Mikee and Dorothy at McDo and maan, I was so full. I loved their new dessert, the one with the raspberry sundae thingy. Cool thing. Anyway, so we saw Jennielly and Nerissa there and they asked us to come with them at Jen's crib to just hang out, that is, if we have nothing else to do after chilling in. So we said yes. After finishing our meals, we talked about everything! From love, to friendship. And I like how I got to open up with them about my real feelings to what's been going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to Jen's. It was so cool! :) I like Jen's bedroom. It's filled with Lee Min Ho's posters. Dang, he's hot. So we just hung out again and looked at Jen's photo albums. She's so cute when she was little! :3 talked about girl stuff again. Girl talk, truths revealed. I can't believe there would be people who would ruin you, even though you considered them your friends. Boooo. So.. yeah. :) It was so fun and full of laughs and all and I'm just so happy to hang out with a new circle of people, and I am proud to get to know Jen and Neri a little more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left 4:30-ish. I went home with Neri and Dot, and moved out of the Jeep to Mcdo, then rode another jeep to our house. And voila. :) I watched some Paramore videos which were from last night and yes, they really rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I finished my book report already!&lt;/i&gt; Yey. Clearance is hell. Fcck that. FML, i have to do that reaction paper thing in Bio, and compile testpapers for Math. BOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kthat'sallbai. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1735982644958636894?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1735982644958636894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/clearance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1735982644958636894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1735982644958636894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/clearance.html' title='Clearance. :('/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-480160276344697272</id><published>2010-03-07T01:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:16:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly don't know what to do with my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-480160276344697272?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/480160276344697272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/poof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/480160276344697272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/480160276344697272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/poof.html' title='Poof.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1312477324949752257</id><published>2010-03-07T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:45:34.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you, change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Things really do change, huh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate how my life's turning out as of now. I can't keep up with all the change of plans and stuff, and the only thing that I can do is to cry.&lt;i&gt; How drastic can change be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I've been stabbed in the knife real hard when my grandmother told me not to attend the Farewell party anymore. It never occurred to me that she can be that evil. But yes, she never even considered my feelings and I don't know if she's numb enough to not know that I don't really want to move in the first place. I contained my tears right through my eyes as she drove us to SM. I bit my lips so as to not let the tears fall. &lt;i&gt;But they're tears, and they're destined to fall.&lt;/i&gt; And when they did, I immediately wiped them away and acted as if nothing was wrong, though it's really obvious that there is. Proof revealed right through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, and thought about the feeling of dying. I wanted to kill myself really bad.&lt;b&gt; My first option was to hang myself, because that would make things easier.&lt;/b&gt; A scene played right into my mind. It would be night time, right after midnight. I would look for a rope and go outside our house. I would smell the night breeze and thank God silently for the life I have borrowed from him. I would say goodbye and would pray for my family, no matter how dysfunctional our family is, because I love them. I would thank my friends for all the good things that they have done to me. I would then look for a tree with the right size, with the right size of branch as well, so that I could hang myself and kill myself in silence. As I breathe my last breath, I would say thank you to all the people who have never failed to inspire me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then I would close my eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really considered cutting my wrist as an option. I've got hematophobia. And I've had enough pain to bear. Cutting my wrist is way more than I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdose? That's actually my first option. Just like what Veronika did, from &lt;i&gt;Veronika Decides To Die&lt;/i&gt;. But I don't really want my mother to think that I killed myself because I wanted to be like Veronika, from the book. She read it already and kind of despised the book for it's ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right then, my decision was made. I would hang myself and kill myself to end this agony. But then I thought of everyone. How my death would make even a small change in all of their lives. And I don't want that to happen. &lt;b&gt;So.. Death. Naah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry that time, I wanted to lock myself to the nearest cubicle and cry my heart out. But I didn't. I tried really hard to not display any sign of weakness, and as a matter of fact, I didn't. My little cousin and I went to the groceries because she wasn't done with her facial whatever-that-is thing. And then after that, I felt like I'm going to burst like a bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back home was silent. I pretended to read The Lovely Bones at the back. I knew then that she tried so hard to think about the appropriate words to say to me. But I really wanted to cry so bad that I was crying like hell while I was reading. It's good to cry once in a while, right? And to think that I really wanted them to believe that I was crying because of what I'm reading. But then again, it's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she told me this, we can have a party next Sunday at our house for my despidida, though she never really mentioned anything about celebrating my birthday. I think she had forgotten about it, or it never really slipped her mind. No, I barely care anymore. She told me to invite my close friends, with a slight hesitation in her tone of voice. Great. I know you don't want to do this, and you don't really have to.&lt;i&gt; Because you just don't know how it feels.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cried once again. Pain, slowly precipitated right through my eyes. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like a waterfall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I locked myself and cried in my CR. I blamed God, and told myself he doesn't exist. Because if he does, he should've done something to stop this pain. He should've answered my prayers and should've done something to make me stay. But no, he didn't. I came to the realization that he had other plans for me. But what about my plans for myself? What about the plans that I have been wanting to do before I leave? Does this confusion mean something else? &lt;b&gt;Is this because God's plans and my plans aren't the same?&lt;/b&gt; Does he want other plans, that would contradict mine? Does he love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..and the answer called.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy called me after I wiped my tears from my tired eyes. He told me he's downstairs, waiting. I dragged myself downstairs and saw him. I can never forget that moment when I hugged my father and told him that I cannot take it anymore. We sat outside and talked about it. I can hardly breathe as I was talking to my father about how unfair life can be. How unfair she can be. I know he understands, and I know he would do everything to lessen the pain. He gave me tons of advice. He told me to just, go with the flow and to just let them say anything they want to say, he told me never to be affected. To never mind them and to just go on with my life. He told me to strive harder next year, to exaggerate in excelling at school. To be on the top, because that will pay off when I get to College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he'll do everything to get me into a good college. He would strive too, and be the father I've always wanted to have. Because he loves me that much.&lt;b&gt; And I love him too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after, mom called. She was mad because I was crying and that she told me to stop crying and to knock it off because I have nothing else to do about the matter. Dad was silently furious. My mom was a bit off the hook, and told me I was being &lt;i&gt;maarte&lt;/i&gt; and that I was being selfish. I cried real hard. Mom wanted to talk to me, but no, I didn't. I didn't have to hear about another shenanigans she would say. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got furious. &lt;b&gt;"Yan lang ba sasabihin mo? Tumawag ka lang ba para sabihin yan? Gets na niya, ok? Gets na niya. Oo, Maarte siya."&lt;/b&gt; Click. And then I cried while my dad held me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gusto ko ng mamatay."&lt;/b&gt; Was all I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ano ka ba? wag kang mag-isip ng ganyan. Basta pagbutihin mo pag-aaral mo. I promise you makakabalik ka dito."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found something to hold on to.&lt;i&gt; My father's words.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1312477324949752257?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1312477324949752257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-you-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1312477324949752257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1312477324949752257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-you-change.html' title='Fuck you, change.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5800656274058320541</id><published>2010-03-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:17:15.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby you left and sailed away alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Now playing:&lt;/b&gt; Solo - Iyaz.&lt;br /&gt;I love teh beat. ;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday lazy madness.&lt;/b&gt; Maaan i'm feeling hungry. and lazy, like.. now. Urgh. I'm even too lazy to check what's in the fridge downstairs. But seriously, my stomach's giving it's daily tantrums. &lt;i&gt;Will you just shut up, lousy tummy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma's in a good mood today. Didn't even mind telling me to clean my &lt;b&gt;really really really&lt;/b&gt; messy room. And when I say really messy, imagine your own room get hit by a maelstrom. Other than that, I can't search for words to describe my utterly messy room. Anyway, she's out, to i-don't-know-where. Blaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she was sooo happy last night because she got into this medical thingy and they're on the news. Mom called from Cebu, told her they saw her on the TV, but only her back. Daang. Haha. Talk about major meltdown. But she's not really pissed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my room for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;three whole hours&lt;/span&gt;. Damn, all that sweeping and walking around like a dumbass really paid off. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5IAY2uFxrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-rwW6_8CxlM/s1600-h/harlequin.xD158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5IAY2uFxrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-rwW6_8CxlM/s320/harlequin.xD158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I moved my bed to a totally new direction by myself. Maan, i probably lost some fats after that. Hell. Didn't really think this would be my idea for losing weight. Anyway,&lt;b&gt; I liked how it went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 days to go before my birthday.&lt;/b&gt; I've heard somewhere that it's bad to count the days before your birthday cause you wouldn't be able to live til your birthday! Pathetic. ;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So &lt;b&gt;March 19-25&lt;/b&gt; would be a whole lot of gala. But i'm still not sure. I would really like our sleep over plan to come and pursue. That would be fun, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we're planning to watch &lt;b&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/b&gt; at Festi on Monday. Wanna come, dig with us? :) Holler me. Poof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5800656274058320541?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5800656274058320541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-baby-you-left-and-sailed-away-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5800656274058320541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5800656274058320541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-baby-you-left-and-sailed-away-alone.html' title='Oh baby you left and sailed away alone.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S5IAY2uFxrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-rwW6_8CxlM/s72-c/harlequin.xD158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4271293397547383386</id><published>2010-03-04T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:21:06.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past, the love, the memories.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;In front of the PC while studying for TLE. Now tell me, &lt;i&gt;am I a good girl or the other way around?&lt;/i&gt; ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyyoooo. &lt;b&gt;AP, Filipino and Business Math&lt;/b&gt; earlier. AP was okaaayy, i think? I had some doubts with my answers, same with Filipino. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Business Math was the worst.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Seriously, anything that involves numbers, it makes me sick. And I really don't know why but I consider numbers as my weakness and enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; and TLE for tomorrow. See? Math again. Ugh. I'm going to review big time tomorrow morning. Maybe get a tutor or something. Someone who's kind enough and who wouldn't hit me with a rock on my head just because my mind cannot comprehend any of the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE is full of memorization. I think I'm pretty good at that, but only if I really take time in memorizing, which I don't.. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my hair cut, right? They say I look like Yen. LOL. Francis annoys me to death. And this guy.. Oh, this guy. :(( He's lucky I'm not really vocal and expressive with my feelings or else he'll be dead right now. Right. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma's mood was nonchalant for the past two days. And now, she's like.. soooo scary again. I really hate how her mood changes. It scares me to deaaattthhh. It's amazing cause I have been living with her for fourteen years and yet I still get scared and I should be &lt;i&gt;used to it na&lt;/i&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon some pictures awhile ago. The ones which were old and were taken by oldschool cameras. I was so little back then! And I looked like a doll, for Chrissakes. I also saw a picture of my mom and dad in their wedding, with me stomping butterflies on my mother's stomach since she was six months pregnant &lt;i&gt;(I think?!)&lt;/i&gt; that time. Anyway, dad looked so thin and they both looked so happy. I wonder what happened. Guess destiny's a real bitch huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw this picture of me under our Christmas tree when I was like 5 or 6. I also remembered how happy I was back then. Ahhh, childhood.&lt;i&gt; It is indeed a kingdom where nobody dies&lt;/i&gt;. I got that from Breaking Dawn, by the way. It was an excerpt that came from a book with it's author I have already forgotten. I like laughing my ass off whenever I see my hair so short and with my full bangs. I've always been a full bangs kind of kid. And people always remember me as the kid who would sit for two hours in the dining table, chewing her lunch. &lt;b&gt;Yess, I'm really a pain in the ass when I was a kid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. And now that i'm fourteen, so much has changed! I love eating now, and my bangs is already side-swept. Although I've tried to bring back my full bangs, it doesn't really suit me anymore. My parents are separated and I have a half brother who's really amazing, but sad to say that he's hidden and illegit. That saddens me, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn 15 in 18 days. And I guess I'm ready to face a new life ahead. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I really would like to thank &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;THALIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for such a nice gift! I really appreciate the book, &lt;b&gt;The Lovely Bones.&lt;/b&gt; And she's the first person to give me a birthday gift this year. She's such a sweet muffin. I love you, Tk. Thank yooo so much. It means a lot to me, if you only know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/b&gt; -- check! One of my birthday wishes has been granted. Hmmmnn.. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Have to study nowww. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4271293397547383386?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4271293397547383386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-love-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4271293397547383386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4271293397547383386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/past-love-memories.html' title='The past, the love, the memories.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8938480296924221404</id><published>2010-03-03T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:26:54.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hare-kaat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S45UbDrfF8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVBTFB8V0sE/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S45UbDrfF8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVBTFB8V0sE/s320/Picture0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good evening heavens. What's cookin'?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Exams. Sheesh. &lt;b&gt;Computer and Biology&lt;/b&gt; were okay. I took them in a not-so-serious manner. But the last part in Computer which is the sequencing really struck me right in the head. I was.. O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I got a haircut! ;) Boooo-yeah. I like it. It's a crossbreed between short and not so short and Scene hair. Emo? Naaaah. But I like how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously got nothing else to blog about! I have to review for Business Math. Sht. Business Math, ;(( I loathe it for reaaaaal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Neh. &lt;i&gt;19 days people!&lt;/i&gt; 19 days more to go and i'm going to be Fifteen. 15 15 15, it's such a big number. Darn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm out to study. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye, my friend. ;D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8938480296924221404?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8938480296924221404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/hare-kaat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8938480296924221404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8938480296924221404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/hare-kaat.html' title='Hare-kaat.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S45UbDrfF8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vVBTFB8V0sE/s72-c/Picture0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2437023444646643936</id><published>2010-03-01T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:22:14.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTEST. ;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want to be the girl who he thinks is the &lt;b&gt;cutest&lt;/b&gt;. Not necessarily the &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Hottest&lt;/b&gt;, or the &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Prettiest&lt;/span&gt;, but the &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CUTEST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cause &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hotness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; refers to the body,&lt;i&gt; and God knows mine isn't perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretty &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;refers to the face, &lt;i&gt;and I know plenty of girls are prettier than me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cuteness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; refers to every imperfection he loves. Every weird little habit. The funny things that make me different from other girls he could have. Like how I have a dorky laugh or why I can't watch gory movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;All of the things he notices and adores.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; I want to be that girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: right;"&gt;- Quote from Abby. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig this quote so much. &lt;i&gt;And I want to be the &lt;b&gt;cutest&lt;/b&gt; girl he'll ever lay his eyes on. &lt;/i&gt;I just wish there &lt;b&gt;wouldn't be anyone else&lt;/b&gt; in this soon-to-be two years that we're going to be far apart. *sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. my day's fine. Same old boring stuff. &lt;b&gt;NAT&lt;/b&gt; is really freaking everyone out. After the flag ceremony, T.Tessa gave the Juniors a recognition again for being the topnotcher for the previous NAT held last year. And thanks to that, we're in real pressure right now. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perio's on March 3rd. And then NAT week after. Boo. I have to remind myself to take vitamins because this is going to be one heck of a month. I love and hate March. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 9 whole months passed by like a gust of wind! It's been so fast, and a lot of things happened. &lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;And I really can't believe i'll get older again in 21 days.&lt;/i&gt; I am excited, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have a triple celebration. Me, Paula and Honey's birthday. I love it. :3 Triple the fun! Boohoo. I'll try to not think about it cause i'll get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to receive something cool for my birthday. Like a necklace or something. Something that can be treasured forever. -- or in just two years. I have to remind myself to buy a scrapbook too for my last days. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin, Rodel and I were talking about our College lives earlier. Excited much? We all want to attend to the same university which is.. &lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt;. I really wish gramma's plan to buy a condo unit near Macapagal would pursue. I want it so badly. There's no problem with my course, since gramma and I kind of discussed about it already. I will be taking &lt;b&gt;Mass Communications&lt;/b&gt; because I believe that I can be passionate about it. And in order to be successful you have to have passion in whatever you're doing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's March 1, &lt;b&gt;Gian's birthday&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Happy birthday! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2437023444646643936?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2437023444646643936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/cutest-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2437023444646643936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2437023444646643936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/03/cutest-3.html' title='CUTEST. ;3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7826231616931427549</id><published>2010-02-28T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:22:43.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Love Letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S4peAmq0zfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LcbmtmxQ-a4/s1600-h/tumblr_kyhkxeOhth1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S4peAmq0zfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LcbmtmxQ-a4/s320/tumblr_kyhkxeOhth1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a cute baby. :3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Annyeong Haseyo! I'm sorry if it's been awhile. We just got a new modem cause the previously seriously sucked. I haven't been able to go online and check my sites because of this fucktard net connection. Thank God, after annoying PLDT's bones out, they finally sent someone to check our modem and replaced it to a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda? Excited for summer. Cebu, beybeh! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queen City Of The South.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;) I'll be able to see a lot of really cool people there. Pluss.. Will get to be with mom too. :3 Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I already have plans for College. Gramma's gonna buy a condo unit here in Manila so I think.. And I wish that it'll pursue and I'll be able to go to UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Neh. I'm so freakin lazyyy. I still have a lot of problems to deal with. Like projects and stuff. Perio's on Wednesday. What kind of school would have an exam on a Wednesday? Nyaawrr. Only DLA. Haha. God I'll miss DLA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhooo.. I like my new blog skin. It's cool. ;D korean-ish. :33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, yeah. &lt;strike&gt;Gian's&lt;/strike&gt; birthday's tomorrow na. I told him i'll give him a lollipop but he didn't want any gifts, I think? Heck. Pshh. So.. Yeah. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, it's 22 days to go before my birthday.&lt;/b&gt; Hell Yeaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;b&gt;And memories.&lt;/b&gt; ;3 Give me my sin again. ;D Fuck I miss &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romeo And Juliet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That sweet, pathetic little book that drove me nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm out. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-wendy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7826231616931427549?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7826231616931427549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupid-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7826231616931427549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7826231616931427549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/02/stupid-love-letter.html' title='Stupid Love Letter.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S4peAmq0zfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LcbmtmxQ-a4/s72-c/tumblr_kyhkxeOhth1qzfjmqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7602454622925300649</id><published>2010-02-06T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:17:33.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you love me, I know you care.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Now Playing: Baby - Justin Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello there! Greetings. :3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just thought of blogging since I have nothing else to do. I am bored to death. &lt;i&gt;They say only boring people get bored&lt;/i&gt;, so yes.. I know i'm boring. Deal with it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' Iyaz's &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Replay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's stuck in my head. LSS would be the appropriate term. It's so catchy, and the first time I heard it was when Mikee was singing it to me when I was crying in our service last Thursday. But the crying thing just opens up another whole story. And it's a secret that only my closest friends know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm smelling field trip! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mt.Samat and Subic, bungee jumping and a whole lotta cool stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I really can't wait. I'm so enthusiastic about it and I can't wait. 5 more days to go, I suppose? February 11 would be the date. I hope my &lt;strike&gt;cellphone's&lt;/strike&gt; okay by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really exhausting -- and fun yet for the most part. We really had fun especially the hour before dismissal. Before that, the subjects that went on that day were ummm.. Pretty much okay. Had a quiz in Bio - got a 93. Most of us got a 100. Maybe because they were.. studying.. really hard. LOL. :D We had this quiz in Math too and I got an 89. 3 mistakes. Carelessness. Bullshiaaat. But that's okay. Atleast I got a passing score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arnis&lt;/span&gt;! Only the blocking stuff, though. It reminded me of my favorite TV series,&lt;i&gt; Encantadia.&lt;/i&gt; My favorite character was &lt;b&gt;Danaya&lt;/b&gt; back then. As we use those rattan sticks for the basic steps in blocking an attack, Karissa would look at me and would tell me that I looked like Danaya. The only missing parts were the leaves in her hair. Haha. Funnehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the party was on! It was really cool. Lots of food trippin, and a whole lot of trippin'. We never get tired, aren't we? Picture here, picture there, we're total camwhores! Even the boys... And I ate a lot. When I got home I didn't even bother lookin in what's for dinner, I didn't eat. I can still feel the weight of my stomach until now. &lt;b&gt;*burp.&lt;/b&gt; We had a food fight! The girls were screaming as the boys throw pancit veggies at them -- at us, I mean. I seriously smelled like coke from all the coke-throwing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo into K-pop! I just saw 4minute perform on Wowowee earlier. They were so cute. I downloaded two of their songs and now it's stuck in my head too. I think maybe some of my close friends are wondering where the "hardcore" Wendaang went. It's still here, alive in my heart. Hardcore will forever be my main genre, and rock as well. I'm just tryin' out new genre's for fun. I like seeing them in the corridors or in the room, and my classmates and I dance to the tune of every new hiphop or what-do-you-call-that-genre-again? songs. Especially KPOP! :D&lt;i&gt; I don't ca a a a a are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new trend for trippin' in our room. Knock knock jokes for life! We try to invent new ones and spread them all over the batch. I've made a few. :) And some were just.. from some other people from the batch. I really barely care if they're corny or what, I dig telling them. And I just never get tired. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube's open nowwww. Now watching: DBSK's &lt;b&gt;Why Did I Fall In Love With You?&lt;/b&gt; music video. Two thumbs up! :33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7602454622925300649?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7602454622925300649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-love-me-i-know-you-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7602454622925300649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7602454622925300649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-you-love-me-i-know-you-care.html' title='You know you love me, I know you care.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3794466972992383860</id><published>2010-02-03T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:49:35.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart yooo.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Yo! Sorry for being gone for a really long time! But my absence doesn't change anything, didn't it? Well I hope you're all in good shape.&lt;b&gt;Cause I think i'm not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palaro's gone already. Yet the memories are still fresh. Won in ALL the ball games, but didn't win the Palarong Pinoy award. It's okay, we weren't devastated, really. We felt like.. winning in all the ball games really more important than that. I think it's the main event. LOL. Maan, Wilson's really a PRO! Hats off to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week? Has been really.. very.. confusing. But for the most part, I feel really great at school too. I'm with him again. Beat that! Haha. God knows how happy I am to be with someone I could give all the love in the world too. That's just sweet. :3 Nyawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on.. I have been very hyper (it's like.. all the time, right?) these past few days. Addicted to knock knock jokes. I don't care if it sounds corny or whatever. They all laugh because they find it funny.. I mean.. the way I deliver it. Well that's just cool. Haha, atleast, right? :) Bio days are really &lt;strike&gt;boring&lt;/strike&gt; great! I love how people in my place laughs and eats Francine's yema. It's so obvious that i'm in love with my section. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trip! Can't waaaaait. It's gonna be a blast, pinky swear. I just wish it'll be really fun and worth it. It's 1.6k. Where in God's name will you get 1600 Philippine peso in just a snap of a finger? LOL. Haha. Well i think it'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am sooo lazy. Mom's birthday is tomorrow! Yey. :) Happy.. 34th birthday mom! I heart you forever and ever. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3794466972992383860?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3794466972992383860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-heart-yooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3794466972992383860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3794466972992383860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-heart-yooo.html' title='I heart yooo.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2080786376168113924</id><published>2010-01-23T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:14:02.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Missed me? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Hey blog. I'm here. alive and breathing air. I was just.. &lt;b&gt;I mean, I have been really busy.&lt;/b&gt; From all that stuff that went through, almost perfectly that Monday afternoon, from our very tiring practice yesterday. And how can I ever forget mentioning about our Talent? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So to correct the conclusion that's been going around your mind, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;yes, i won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I am a finalist for the Mister And Miss Palaro 2010 which will be held this Monday already, at the soon-to-be busy covered court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, who wouldn't be? But seriously though, I'm nervous. What if I get tongue-tied especially at the question and answer part? I stammer and stutter a lot. Dang it. But i'm pushing my luck to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go and attend mass at the church near MOA tomorrow. And will go there after to buy some clothes for the said event. Gramma's freakin' out because I still don't know what to wear and she wants me to make up my mind already. If she only knows how busy my mind is. I want to play games for the Palaro already! Daaamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, heard a rumor about me again. And fck, I misspelled again to agian -- again. Darn. Haha. Now that's funny. It was nasty but.. Haha, that's the true essence of rumors -- even though they aren't true, you'll get affected one way or another, and if you show people that you're affected, well you're the sore loser. Because why would you get affected if it isn't true in the first place? You should know that there would be people who wouldn't accept you, or would judge you but you can never really please anybody, right? What matters most is that you have real friends that surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. The practices were -- -_____- I don't actually know what to say. We had practices for the production number and blahblahblahh. Quest proper and things as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma's nagging. LOL. Kuya's room is a freakin' mess. His CR is a mess too. She's pissed she's pissed ahaha. I'm so laughing right now. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. XD Pretty lazy, and i lost the enthusiasm i had before blogging - which actually pushed me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2080786376168113924?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2080786376168113924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2080786376168113924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2080786376168113924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-attack.html' title='Heart attack.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6309941231491739297</id><published>2010-01-14T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:49:35.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S08WYerC6XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5cyj23picvs/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S08WYerC6XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5cyj23picvs/s320/PICT0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness and Energy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovin that photo.&lt;/b&gt; We looked so happy! :) And we're not faking. Haha. I seriously look like a &lt;strike&gt;flying monkey&lt;/strike&gt; but that's okay. It was a candid pic for our CLVE project. I just had to upload this here. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, it's a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THURSDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :) I should call myself &lt;b style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Thursdaang.&lt;/b&gt; Haha. Now that just sounds pathetic.&lt;i&gt; It's fckin' cold.&lt;/i&gt; Need a hug from you. -- eh? It's like below 25 degrees? I'm exaggerating but I guess it's so close to that. Sheesh. Had to borrow Celine's &lt;b&gt;big bird jacket&lt;/b&gt; and Michael's&lt;i&gt; "super cool" &lt;/i&gt;racer black jacket,&lt;i&gt; (which I forgot to give him after using. It's in my hands.)&lt;/i&gt; I shouldn't forget to bring a jacket now. I was in a rush earlier this morning! And to think I woke up early naman. What's up with my body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had a cold morning, cold afternoon, cold evening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; What the heck, it's cold! LALALA. I should stop blabbing about the weather, and start talking about how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well it went fine. Err, let me recall... &lt;b&gt;AP&lt;/b&gt; was cool. We had a game. We lost. That's fine. I barely care, anyway. And.. &lt;b&gt;CLVE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Had this uber boring discussion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He discussed about the Eucharist and I just slept. Kevin and I exchanged seats, since his chair's on the side. I managed to sleep, and was off to sheer serenity again. But it didn't actually last, since&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It was recess time after. How can time fly so fast with just a blink of an eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recess Recess.&lt;/b&gt; Ate Ham And Cheese siopao, yeah like you care? Haha. Then blahblah. &lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&gt; was next. Had this seatwork, I still don't know my score. Deng, I wish i'll pass. Being a recorder is tiring! I have to go and stroll along the room just to get the scores of my members since they're like.. what, 9 miles away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bio.&lt;/b&gt; Me and Max were excuse cause we had our practice for the &lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Elimination Round&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Maan, it was.. uhm.. I can't really describe it. But the pressure's on. I really wish I'll do this thing the right way. It doesn't really have to be perfect as long as I did my best, right? But why do I feel like a lot of people are depending on me, and therefore wants to see the very best of me? &lt;i&gt;Pretty tough on my part.&lt;/i&gt; It wasn't really that tiring, we spent 30 minutes ramping and sitting there, being told what to do. And blahblah. And then we went upstairs na. I wanna sleep right then and there. But I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH&lt;/b&gt;. Ate a freakin' banana cue, which is.. sooooo sweet? Too sweet than the norm, i mean. Jeremy gave me this banana which is.. kinda rotten na? Haha. How dare he! Oh well.. I eat anything so that doesn't really matter. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELA. &lt;/b&gt;Got nothing to do! T. Michelle was busy because she needed to do some errands and stuff regarding the Miss Palaro. She's a chairwoman, I think? But she's really kind.. &lt;i&gt;Superb.&lt;/i&gt; We took pictures for our projects again. It was super fun! We were creative enough to have cute poses and all that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEALTH. &lt;/b&gt;Nothing to say. It's fun -- as usual. Had jokes. Argie's &lt;b&gt;kindat moments&lt;/b&gt; are uber funny. He winks at us and we'll laugh kasi it's funny nga! Hell. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FILIPINO.&lt;/b&gt; I slept -- again. I feel sorry for Sir Marvin. I wasn't the only one who's got her head bowed on her desk. It was.. cold that's why we all felt really sleepy. I know the majority does. But he was just so kind, for giving us 15 minutes Free Play. I guess he sensed that we were all feeling lazy and that he knows where it was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TLE. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fun. HAHA. We had our discussion about Teenagers and Parents and stuff like that. T. Beth Francisco was our observer. But it actually felt like we had no observer that time cause Paula keeps on singing Gibo's campaign jingle. &lt;i&gt;"Sulong, Gibo.. Wag uurong."&lt;/i&gt; Rollyn wanted us to sing Manny Villar's campaign Jingle but.. Naah. It's way too overused. My ears hate it already. And besides, Manny doesn't actually need to tell everyone he's been a poor guy cause.. &lt;b&gt;who the hell cares? &lt;/b&gt;what the world needs is someone who wouldn't steal. Someone who would be willing to stand up in behalf of the Filipino's. Okay, maybe he's got lots of experiences but.. Err.&lt;i&gt; Still!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Anywaaaay. Enough with that. We were all fooling around. And there goes Argie's &lt;i&gt;powerful kindats&lt;/i&gt; again. I just actually mispelled again to -- a&lt;b&gt;gian&lt;/b&gt;. LOL. Speaking of.. He's a nice kid naman. Haha. &lt;i&gt;He's always been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it! :) Dismissed. Fooled around with Dyan and the others. My lips were bleeding that time cause Dyan accidentally knocked me off. Nyahaha. Long storrryyy. It'll bore you out, I swear. But if you're masochistic enough, then yes.. &lt;b&gt;It hurts!&lt;/b&gt; :D Haha! We took pictures practically at the center of the court with everyone's eyes on us. But no, I don't really care. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrei was funny when we were in our service na. He responds to the radio station Dj's and to the radio as well. &lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt;Greenday.&lt;/b&gt; LOL. and I borrowed Ej's Bob Ong book -- I promised I'd give it back tomorrow. Abby and I talked about our outfits for the Elimination Round. I'm still thinking of Golf for the elimination and Racer for the finals -- suggested by my fellow Mendelians. Still not sure. But that's okayyy. &lt;b&gt;HEY, NO IT'S NOT! IT'S DAYS AWAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not eating dinner. Will eat after this. Then will study for the quiz in TLE and Math after. Kuya's ex is here. She's fun to be with.&lt;i&gt; *eek i'm hearing Manny Villar's song again. Fck*&lt;/i&gt; We were talking about the past. Kuya and her lasted for 5 years! Damn. Now that's interesting. I wish I can handle a relationship that long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Enzo. Finish blogging na o! :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will study. And i'm watching PBB. It's friggin' cold but I'm turning the aircon on again.&lt;b style="background-color: red;"&gt; BLEEEH. &lt;/b&gt;I want it to be super cold. I'm superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-wendy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6309941231491739297?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6309941231491739297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6309941231491739297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6309941231491739297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-let-me-go.html' title='Don&apos;t let me go.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/S08WYerC6XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5cyj23picvs/s72-c/PICT0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8577015981234316785</id><published>2010-01-13T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:27:07.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want a piece of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thus with a kiss, I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a rush. It's getting late.&lt;b&gt; Friggin' mosquitoes!&lt;/b&gt; What's up with them, biting me like that? I have red spots over my arm. Ain't cool. &lt;i&gt;Neh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my day! &lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;WEDNESDAY!&lt;/b&gt; (weh?) It's an okay day, again. :) Laughed tons. I call myself a &lt;b&gt;laugher&lt;/b&gt;. LOL. &lt;i&gt;My own word&lt;/i&gt;. Kevin's the &lt;b&gt;joker&lt;/b&gt;. Paulo's the &lt;b&gt;BOOer&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;KORNIer&lt;/b&gt;. (weh?!) Hahaha! Okay so maybe we're getting a little overboard with our jokes and everything but it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I had to scratch over my right arm. &lt;b&gt;*commercial*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so.. what's new today? Hmm. We had our seating arrangement already! Sir Glenn didn't even bothered transferring me. I was in the same old spot. Well, not exactly. I'm in the middle of Rodel and Kevin. Two of the boys I like laughing at. They're sooo funneh. Nyahaha. Heck, man.&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt; Everything's funny with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATH&lt;/b&gt; time? Had our quiz. I got an 83. Quite low. But at least I passed. I am grateful. :) T.Roda assigned me as a &lt;strike&gt;recorder&lt;/strike&gt;. Argh, I didn't really want to. But I can't really say no. &lt;i&gt;Paulo kasi e&lt;/i&gt;. I think he's taking his revenge against me because I voted for him to be a recorder last quarter. Nyahaha. Pissed off? He was, I think? I just accepted the responsibility. Can't really do anything about it. Nyawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had our&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; PE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Volleyball.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I love my work -- cheerleader! since i'm not really a big fan of it and I never had any gene that gives me the strength to play it perfectly. I suck at it - in other words. But I get to play because I was a sub, and I just.. stood there. Practically. O_O When it was my turn to serve, my serve &lt;i&gt;didn't even reach the net&lt;/i&gt;. Oh damn. But it was near na oh. Deeeng. Oh wellllll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filipino?&lt;/b&gt; Exchanged a few jokes with the class and Sir Marvin and then &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;slept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;half of the time. Yes, I did. Slept. As in, with my head bowed on my book. They weren't disturbing me. &lt;i&gt;I was in sheer serenity.&lt;/i&gt; I actually had a headache that time. Well.. My tummy ached. And then blahblah. It was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. And our &lt;b&gt;CLVE&lt;/b&gt; time? We took pictures of ourselves fer our project! It was tons of fun! We tried to interpret the song by pictures. I loved the part where in we're supposed to jump and then Max would click his camera so that the result would be like we're flying or something? I hope you're getting what i'm saying. Exactly like that.&lt;b&gt; HSM-ish much?&lt;/b&gt; Nyahaha. :) It was tiring, because we can't do it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH?&lt;/b&gt; I bought a dessert - Maja Blanka.&lt;i&gt; I envied this teacher.&lt;/i&gt; LOL. She has a really healthy lunch. It's complete -- with appetizers, main dish and all that. Nyahaha. :)) Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home? Talked with mom about stuff --&lt;b&gt; Eclipse.&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, as in the 3rd book of the Twilight Saga? I get to argue with her again! Haha. That is so superb. She says it's her favorite cause there were a lot of interesting scenes compared to the other books. And I was just like.. &lt;i&gt;"Whatever, mom. "&lt;/i&gt;And all. I got bored, because I can't solve my Math assignment -- &lt;b&gt;WHICH IS REALLY HARD&lt;/b&gt;, btw. That's why I decided to answer it at school na lang. And.. Oh, yeah. Cause Kuya was hogging this computer big time kanina. See? I'm online LATE. Damn. I just did some karaoke thing na lang. Sang &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;GLEE&lt;/b&gt; songs! yay. I love Bon Jovi's&lt;b&gt; It's My Life. &lt;/b&gt;It's my new themesong for myself. Bwahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so LSS nga pala with.. &lt;i&gt;Britney Spears'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piece Of Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And yes, I don't know why. I just liked it? The music vid too. I don't know. It's quite outdated but I don't really give a shit since I'm not up to any trends and I'm not sunod sa uso. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, these mosquitoes are truly annoying. Imma off now. &lt;i&gt;Mom will kill me&lt;/i&gt;. :) Muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8577015981234316785?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8577015981234316785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-want-piece-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8577015981234316785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8577015981234316785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-want-piece-of-me.html' title='You want a piece of me.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4511285946150431632</id><published>2010-01-12T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:42:30.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop this love song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Insert &lt;insert a=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romeo and Juliet &lt;/i&gt;line here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was online. Kuya interrupted me, I lost my sheer bliss. And then I came back again. I conquered! Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ugh.. Not exactly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sleepy day. I was so sleepy -- again. I don't know why but it seems like I always wake up early nowadays. What's wrong with my body clock? Went to school, and was damn drowsy that I had to slap myself real hard to prevent my eyes from falling. I still had to finish my CLVE visual aid but what the heck -- I can always make a way out of it. &lt;i&gt;Or at least that's what I thought.&lt;/i&gt; Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like any other normal days. &lt;b&gt;The CLVE report about Lesson 16 was freakishly horrible!&lt;/b&gt; He had to ask me about things my mind cannot comprehend. We had to consult a dictionary. It wasn't a total failure -- thanks to our visual aids, and &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;pwede-na-rin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; discussions. But.. He had to ask me things, maan. About &lt;b&gt;consecration, covenant.&lt;/b&gt; And I am so clueless. :| I should go to mass frequently. &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Dontcha think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more other highlights after that. &lt;b&gt;Bio&lt;/b&gt; -- bored me. I wanted to crack open my book and sleep above it. &lt;b&gt;Math&lt;/b&gt; was kinda funny. Wilson's a total clown -- the usual. &lt;i&gt;Asaran and stuff.&lt;/i&gt; T.Roda's amazing. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Didn't take any overwhelming lunch. Darn it. Caryl's &lt;i&gt;baon&lt;/i&gt; was delish. I was really planning on buying my food but &lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; was there. And I just had to avoid her like.. &lt;b&gt;totally.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TLE&lt;/b&gt; is the second highlight &lt;i&gt;(what's the first, then?)&lt;/i&gt; I took lots of pictures courtesy of my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;phone. Will upload them when I get the chance. Not now, maybe. It's kind of late na and.. it will take a lot of time. I'm kind of sleepy. The only reason why i'm still wide awake is because I have to go and help with our CLVE project. Ugh. :i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Robert roared with laughter &lt;i&gt;(exaggerating, yes)&lt;/i&gt; because it was really damn funny. The other groups. Kinda funnier than ours but we were funny too! Haha. Do not forget that, you people. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then poof! &lt;i&gt;It became Koko Krunch.&lt;/i&gt; Played &lt;b&gt;Tamaang Tao&lt;/b&gt; for our RHGP activity. Held at the rooftop. The Lamarck class was there too, they played first. I was dancing. And I totally look like an idiot but I barely care so...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Neh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Our Tamaang Tao was okay. Didn't really enjoy it unlike the one we played last Wednesday fer our PE. &lt;b&gt;That was the best!&lt;/b&gt; Because i'm friggin' boastful, :P Haha. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I was hit earlier....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;on the face.&lt;/b&gt; On the cheek. By Dhyrell. It was painful. But I can still smile and that's pretty much a good thing, because smiling was the first thing I did. When he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..said hi to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. He said Hi. He said Hi.&lt;i&gt; (I am actually singing.)&lt;/i&gt; It made me happy, and I don't know why. Man, I couldn't be.. In.. &lt;b&gt;L.&lt;/b&gt; right? For Chrissakes the guy has a girlfriend and I don't wanna ruin anything. He actually said -- &lt;b&gt;"hello po"&lt;/b&gt; but.. what the hell! That doesn't mean a thing. Right? He's a friend and he knows me. &lt;b&gt;Riiiiight?&lt;/b&gt; Answer me. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL why am I even talking to you, blog? You don't speak.. Wait.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were dismissed. Hung out with some of the guys from Lamarck. And then we watched the varsity with their training. &lt;i&gt;Hindi ako nasilaw.&lt;/i&gt; Bleh. But I had fun watching some kinda "live show" thingy when I was finished putting my things in the locker -- 3rd floor. That was amazing. LOL. &lt;b&gt;I am a badass.&lt;/b&gt; Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Julysse&lt;/i&gt; accompanied me to my service. I told him to. &lt;b&gt;We don't have a thing, so fck you if you try to assume anything.&lt;/b&gt; I was playin' around with him. &lt;strike&gt;He's a nice kid.&lt;/strike&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sappy. Got to go now. Need some rest. My mind's a maelstrom. May the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4511285946150431632?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4511285946150431632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-this-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4511285946150431632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4511285946150431632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/stop-this-love-song.html' title='Stop this love song.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-9185714945931522452</id><published>2010-01-11T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:44:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;Deny thy father and refuse thy name.&lt;br /&gt;Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll no longer be a Capulet."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- Juliet Capulet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Talk about Monday Blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Total fiasco. My life is officially..&lt;b&gt; CRAPPIER&lt;/b&gt; than ever. I don't know where to start. My morning was okay...&lt;i&gt; until..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people can be so overreacting at times.&lt;i&gt; It just doesn't make sense.&lt;/i&gt; Who would want to spend a minute to a coordinator's office just because of a &lt;b&gt;stupid pair of earrings&lt;/b&gt;, man? That's just absurd! I know you wouldn't want that to happen to you, considering the fact that it's supposed to be not a big deal because you're not really dumb and you know that what you did was wrong, right? I'm not coming clean or anything because it was clear from the start that the moment she sighted my earrings and told me things about it,&lt;i&gt; I knew then that it was wrong.&lt;/i&gt; That wearing it was wrong, because she let me sit on the teacher's table on the canteen in front of a whole bunch of people my age! That's just embarrassing. &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never been so embarrassed in my whole existence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Twas resolved in less than an hour. I said my apologies already, and I hope i'll just forget about it. Cause I really don't want to raise my burden level to it's highest point. &lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I'm pissed enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want gramma back!&lt;/b&gt; I want an angel to help me. &lt;i&gt;Can you send me one, God?&lt;/i&gt; Or can you just.. take me with you? There are indeed times where in I am in such a hopeless facade that I try to beg God to take me. I bet you find it stupid and ridiculous, but I like doing it because it gives me motivation. And.. &lt;i&gt;whatever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I like crying,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to be honest. Although I don't like showing it to people. It's like a feeling of void in humanity. Honestly, I didn't get what I just typed but I think it totally makes a lot of sense.. &lt;i&gt;*nods*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wasted at school!&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I was so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Paula told me to drink water to prevent my eyes to close. And it did. &lt;b&gt;Thanks to her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will leave me hanging here. I have to be on my own, but I guess I'm used to it. No new thing regarding that. &lt;b&gt;FREAKIN SPORTSWEAR ATTIRE, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GET IN THE WAY!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I just want to rest, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. Our exams are moved on the last week of February. Bummer. I'm still searching for it's positive side.. Maybe we'll get to have an earlier vacation?! &lt;b&gt;What about my birthday?&lt;/b&gt; Total bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;STUPID NAT.&lt;/b&gt; I hate you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life... &lt;i&gt;is crap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you. I have to do a whole bunch of things. Fccckrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-9185714945931522452?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/9185714945931522452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisely-and-slow-they-stumble-that-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/9185714945931522452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/9185714945931522452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisely-and-slow-they-stumble-that-run.html' title='Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2245885533408740789</id><published>2010-01-10T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:43:01.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"It is the east, and &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Juliet&lt;/b&gt; is the sun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Evening, Blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be in a crappy mood because life has always been so crappy -- for me. As much as I'd like to curse, I'm kind of feeling lazy. &lt;b&gt;But fckyeah, I'm pissed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;No food. No food.&lt;/strike&gt; I will die of famine. And that's a bad thing because I am a big eater and I cannot survive without food, &lt;i&gt;(seriously, though.. who would?)&lt;/i&gt; I hate it when gramma leaves. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My phone's absurd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. Kuya and I did everything. We disassembled it already, but I think what it really needs is a good and professional technician. &lt;b&gt;Ehem. &lt;/b&gt;Good thing I can still use it for &lt;b&gt;Music &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Vanity&lt;/b&gt;. It's camera's still in great shape, as well as it's Music Player. Well, atleast. Now there's a reason for me to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing productive or school related today. &lt;i&gt;I'm hating myself.&lt;/i&gt; I still have to do the visual aids for our CLVE reporting this Tuesday. And I'm gonna do it tomorrow evening. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Procrastination much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Heck yeah. I went online, watched TV, tried to repair my phone (and all hell broke loose..)&lt;b&gt; I can't even text people, man! &lt;/b&gt;Good thing the keypad's working na. I get to text some kid and well I'm kind of happy. And I think I shouldn't be. [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch &lt;b&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/b&gt; but I'm kinda sleepy. Watched it na rin naman eh. I want to sleep, and dream of stars and bears and chocolates.&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; I'm finally getting the hang of this Miss Palaro thing.&lt;/b&gt; I'm.. excited? Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FiaacckShit. Our practice last Friday was the &lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;only practice&lt;/b&gt; we'll ever have for the Elimination. Now that's just cruel. What if I suddenly forget about it? Then probably I'd humiliate myself. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; again. My body's not yet ready. It's excruciated. :(&lt;b&gt; I want a new phone.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I want food.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I want good grades.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I want a boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt; (LOL?!) &lt;i&gt;I want him back.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;I want gramma back.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I want to see dad and my brother.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I want to die. &lt;/i&gt;Seriosly. Stab me with a knife, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently obsessed with &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I don't know why. Did some research about it and boy, it was too old! :) It's amazing because I wasn't really a fan until now. I think the plot's &lt;b&gt;pathetic &lt;/b&gt;because they're &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-crossed&lt;/strike&gt; lovers and they both died in the end but.. now i'm starting to realize that they both did it because&lt;i&gt; they love each other&lt;/i&gt;. Isn't that romantic? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sleep now. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2245885533408740789?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2245885533408740789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-she-doth-teach-torches-to-burn-bright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2245885533408740789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2245885533408740789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-she-doth-teach-torches-to-burn-bright.html' title='O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7292482291774561074</id><published>2010-01-08T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:22:23.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruised and Broke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #565656; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #565656; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Things may seem to really be headed in a good direction in the relationship department, Aries, but if they look like they are moving a little too fast, they probably are. There may be a plan that does not pan out for the day, and your focus seems to be elsewhere anyway. Just because you and others are busy, it is no excuse for making promised that can't be kept, or planning for one thing when you know you are responsible for another. Unforeseen circumstances may arise to ruin your plans with another as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;that's what my horoscope says. (Via Facebook) Or atleast that's what it said. It's not really the latest one but.. It kind of had some connection with me, for the most part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've never believed in horoscopes, zodiac signs, destiny and anything as such. I believe that we make our own destiny and if the future's already been drawn out then the point of living will be no longer there. But I think.. This makes kind of sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My life is crap. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I could just sum up all of those things that makes it one big piece of crap&lt;b&gt;. Grades gone lower than I've expected&lt;/b&gt;. Got a 76 in Math, 78 in Computer. Damn it. First time to have two line of sevens in a periodical exam. Good thing I remained in the &lt;b&gt;Top 99 Computer Wizards!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Top 73&lt;/i&gt;. Ain't enough, I know. But that made me jump for joy. I kind of didn't expect that to happen. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had higher grades in the minor subjects. :i &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I promise this quarter will be a new start for new things and opportunities. I'm still saying this in an equivocal point of view because we can never know when change starts until we actually apply it to our lives. Or heck, what am I saying?! O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TLE was awesome!&lt;/b&gt; Fought with Sir Robert because our ideas are so contradicted to each other! He would say, "Ba't ka galit?" When I would go and explain him things regarding our topic -- Physical and Emotional changes during Teenage Years. It was really funny! I laughed my heart out. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Once a Mendelian, Always a Mendelian.&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malibog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh, we had our practice for Mr. and Ms. Palaro earlier.&lt;/b&gt; It was pretty fun and kind of exhausting because we were stuck at the backstage like Tuna Sandwich. I ramped quite.. vaguely. I don't know. I seriously thought I looked like a freakin' asshole, but they kept on giving me praises. I need more self confidence! Where can I ever buy that self confidence they often speak of? Neh. &lt;strike&gt;He's cute.&lt;/strike&gt; Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nervous? Me? Quite. I don't know. I'm going to give my best. That's for sure. Gramma called too. She asked stuff about the said event. I told her that if ever, hopefully I will be in the Finals, she'll be home na by then and we'll buy my sportswear attire and she's the one who'll take care of me. Sweet. :3 Miss her for real :( Man, this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You know what else sucks? &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY FREAKIN' PHONE IS SICK AGAIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DANG IT. It's LCD is freakin gay. Fck that. I can't buy a new one. This one's pretty precious. I just have to.. save money to fix this. Damnn. Hate this phone. I'd like to swap with a simplier phone. :(( Who can recommend any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway yeaah. Wish there's more room for improvement. Heck. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone's been hot lately&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Whew. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;- Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7292482291774561074?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7292482291774561074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/bruised-and-broke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7292482291774561074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7292482291774561074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/bruised-and-broke.html' title='Bruised and Broke.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3133402429347110839</id><published>2010-01-03T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:30:48.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't ready yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Classes tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Fck it.&lt;/strike&gt; Couldn't they just grant our &lt;b&gt;1 week extension of vacation&lt;/b&gt; request? &lt;i&gt;Bummer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just feel like blogging now. Though I have to do some things like clean my bag and ready my stuff, for example. But gee, i'm just so lazy. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Samson &lt;i&gt;(the funeral... what do you call that?)&lt;/i&gt; to visit Amielle and her deceased dad. Twas sad. We saw T. Roda and other Lamarck students there. Amielle was there too. I was kind of surprised to see her smiling. I guess she already accepted her father's fate. Though I know it hurts, because I can't imagine myself without a dad. That would be extremely hard.. and excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Jelyn when we went there. Spent a few minutes there while we waited for Ate Joy (Jelyn's sister) because we were going to the movies. Her sister drove us around. We had some company. Ate Joy's friends. This guy named Marc and.. &lt;i&gt;Gian's older brother.&lt;/i&gt; Darn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah. Blahblah. Watched &lt;b&gt;Shake Rattle And Roll.&lt;/b&gt; What a total waste of money. I mean.. For real. It's so.. underrated. So cliche'. And all that stuff. Sorry if I sound like a total idiot but I just feel like I'm a very professional critic and all that. Haha. Being ambitious doesn't hurt at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that, they gave me a ride home. Waved goodbye. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad picked me up at 7-ish.. Went to MOA with him, Ezekiel, and my future step mom. Twas fun. We ate at &lt;b&gt;Super Bowl Of China.&lt;/b&gt; Damn, their Lemon Chicken was a total delish. And their Soup Of The Day too! I forgot what it was called. But it sure was mouth-watering. Zeke is such a cute baby! He's soo.. hyper! Haha. &lt;i&gt;Mana sa ate.&lt;/i&gt; He's just so cute. Raawr. I am so &lt;i&gt;nanggigigil.&lt;/i&gt; Nyahaha. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fully Booked after. I bought &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;The Exorcist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, the book. I HAVEN'T GOT A GOODNIGHT SLEEP BECAUSE OF IT. Damn. I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking that someone's staring at me. I was the only one in the room. Damn it. I was shit-scared.&amp;nbsp; It ain't funny. :(( This book sure does gives me the chills. ARRRGH. But it's a very... nice book, though. All the demons and stuff as such interests me. But there will be no way that i'm going to attend the famous Black Mass and offer my menstruation blood. Eew. That's just.. sick, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeaaah. Had fun last night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classes tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt; I am not ready. &lt;b&gt;NOOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Miss Palaro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; :( it's freakin me out, man. I just don't know what to do nor what to expect. Gaa. O_O I wish my life will be over before it comes. I know it's bad to wish things like that but.. what the hell, man. I'm giving it all a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's just face reality, for once. I just have to do my best and yadayadayada. Same old fckin story. I never get tired, aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya and I went to SM Molino earlier. He had to run an errand there. Some Globe GCASH stuff. Guess it's for his girlfriend. I went to National Bookstore to canvass some books. Will buy &lt;b&gt;Dear John&lt;/b&gt; by NS next. Or most probably &lt;b&gt;Romeo and Juliet.&lt;/b&gt; I don't know what's gotten into my system because I seriously loathe that book, but it's kind of.. interesting now -- for me. Eh. Will try to buy some classic books too. &lt;i&gt;Fuck those new Vampire Novels.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anne Rice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is still the best. Well Meyer's next. But.. Vampire Kisses? That is such a freakin' stereotypic book. Neeeh. Sorry for the obscenities. I just find it.. really trying hard. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I want&lt;b&gt; Dear John&lt;/b&gt;! Saw the trailer when we went to the movies. Amanda Seyfried's going to play the lead role. Hmm.. She did well in Jennifer's Body. So I guess I'll watch it. I want &lt;b&gt;The Notebook&lt;/b&gt; too and &lt;b&gt;The Guardian&lt;/b&gt;. Haha. N.S is a nice author. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anyway, hafta run some errands naaaww. Goodnight. I'm off. :)) &lt;b style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK FOR TOMORROW!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3133402429347110839?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3133402429347110839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/aint-ready-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3133402429347110839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3133402429347110839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/aint-ready-yet.html' title='Ain&apos;t ready yet.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7711066579674116640</id><published>2009-12-30T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:00:16.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's a new year again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SzwqkJCdJPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q7kioqNZ34g/s1600-h/2484161568_ea6f390fec_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SzwqkJCdJPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q7kioqNZ34g/s320/2484161568_ea6f390fec_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sae hae bok manhi baduseyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;/span&gt; Advance,&amp;nbsp; i mean. :) This is a year-ender post so I have to make this amazing and worth-reading, right? I haven't blogged in a while.. Sorry for that. I just didn't have that much enthusiasm. But I'm back for real. I have so much to say. Or.. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I promised to myself that i'll make 2010 a good year for me. I'll be a good person, and I'll be pure within. &lt;i&gt;(But that's a hard thing to do. LOL)&lt;/i&gt; I'll make it up to all the mistakes I've made and learned from this soon-to-be past year, 2009.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God had a lot of surprises in store for me this 2009.&lt;/b&gt; I've made such great friends, fought -- and got back together with some, I had a loving ex-boyfriend &lt;i&gt;(which is reading this now, btw. And then he smiles.. :))&lt;/i&gt; I had pretty good grades and I belong to my most precious section, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Second Year Mendel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I said goodbye to my old friends last March.&lt;/span&gt; Dalton's really amazing. I love them for real and the goodbye I tried to bid wasn't actually goodbye for real. It just indicates a new beginning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Of course, I can never spare the problems I had. I had probably a lot.. Basically, my 2009 was focused on my family. I had to make really big decisions and stuff and I think that's just part of me growing up and being able to stand up for myself. I had pretty.. eh?! &lt;strike&gt;family problems.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; But of course, God wouldn't give me these if he didn't know I can handle it, right? But what's good about it is that, I've learned a lot from it and that's what I'm really proud of. I discovered an inner self I never thought I had. Intuition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Lots of great things also happened. And as what I've said before.. there were lots of surprises too. Maybe God really wanted me to die from shock or what. But i'm looking through the positive side of all of it. Maybe He just wants me to learn -- again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2009 was the year I decided to let go of my first love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It wasn't really easy on my part. Knowing that I've wasted &lt;i&gt;(I don't really think wasted would be the appropriat word.)&lt;/i&gt; or better yet.. Spent 2 whole years loving him. Maybe that's just the magic first love brings. I've came into the realization that first love really dies.. But then there will always be a part that will remain in your heart forever. And that's a fact. He will always remain in me. I know that.&amp;nbsp; We're really good friends now, and i'm so thankful that it ended this way. Maybe the last chapter of our own love story ended but our lives didn't. And that's life..&lt;b&gt; It doesn't stop for anyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I've conquered a lot of fears. And it made me what I am today. I've gone rock climbing, ice skating, and I rode a really cool ride from EK. Some friends of mine decided to settle their families in different states and countries, but I never really lost them. They're still my friends no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I didn't think it would be possible to love two people at the same time, but it is indeed -- possible. I've learned such good lessons from it. And once again, I am thankful that it happened. It may have broke my heart twice -- or thrice.. Atleast I was able to stand up by myself. Of course, with the help of God and my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I don't expect much from 2010. Because I fear that it wouldn't meet with my expectations. But one thing's for sure.. 2010 will make me twice as great as what I am today. I know it will. :) I am so ready to face everything now. And I will never turn back from it.. &lt;b&gt;Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So.. Happy New Year, everyone! Spend your New Year with so much love and joy because you know you deserve it. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-wendy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7711066579674116640?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7711066579674116640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-its-new-year-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7711066579674116640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7711066579674116640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-its-new-year-again.html' title='And it&apos;s a new year again.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SzwqkJCdJPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q7kioqNZ34g/s72-c/2484161568_ea6f390fec_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2243921861515957351</id><published>2009-12-25T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:09:35.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is here! :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas everyone! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Share this Christmas with your family and friends, spread the love. :3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast last night. Went to Dyan's crib. Had Simbang Gabi. :)) Had lots of chika rin. I have to thank Dyan for welcoming me in her home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 12am at Grench. So.. rephrase that. Spent Christmas with him. Haha! :) I just dropped by. His parents were really amazing and sweet and all that to offer me food but of course, I'm shy and all that so I refused and just greeted them a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to Tita Heidi's again and ate lots of Lasagna. Went chikachika with them and my childhood friend Rhen. He's gay and totally amazing. Made me laugh tons of times. Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!! Muah. :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2243921861515957351?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2243921861515957351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-here-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2243921861515957351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2243921861515957351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-here-3.html' title='Christmas is here! :3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3988367630344019170</id><published>2009-12-19T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:27:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though she doesn't believe in love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's determined to call her bluff,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who could deny, these butterflies?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They're filling his gut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that song he played in the guitar. Neh. I wish someone can play that to me. &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;That is such a romantic song.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had a blast yesterday!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was so much fun. From the party until what happened last last night. It was full of surprises and new experiences! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was the best Christmas Party I've ever had. We're all really hyper! But Sir Glenn was sooo much hyper than us. Hoho. :) It was all spelled as a blast. &lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Best Christmas Party in the history of Christmas Parties.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received tons of gifts. &lt;i&gt;A bag from Chelda, A pouch from Jelyn, A bracelet from Czar, A book from Grench, A hanky from Karissa, A headband from Caryl, another headband from Rollyn, a prayer bookmark from Dj.&lt;/i&gt; Aren't they nice? That was very sweet of them considering the fact that I will hand their gifts on January 4. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah. So I still can't get over our party. Had these amazing games, courtesy of the Games Committee! They were all great and fun and exciting and.. Those adjectives I mentioned aren't really enough to describe how our party went. We also had our intermission number! Damn it. I did my specialty stunt -- &lt;strike&gt;"Baby Face"&lt;/strike&gt;. And yeah, that's it. I've received 20 pesos worth of cash from Sir Glenn because I won in the Hephep hooray. Me and Wilson won in the stop dance too but Wilson took the 20, &lt;i&gt;pamasko ko na daw.&lt;/i&gt; Damn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore leggings but got rid of it too. Wore shorts.. The usual. No surprise with that. Haha! :)) I'm so sad the party ended just like that. I received a&lt;b&gt; Spongebob DVD and Spongebob cellphone accessory&lt;/b&gt; from Bj, since he was the one who got my name when we had our bunutan. Haha! No wonder!! He asked me what I liked during the exams. It never really occurred to me that it will be him who has my name. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And then tralala! Party was over, but there's one more party coming! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;SM Southmall&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;after. I had so many people with me.&lt;b&gt; Jelyn, Chelda, Czar, Celine, Dj, Catherine, Rosh, Jerome, Bianca, Honey.&lt;/b&gt; See?! Haha! It was so much fun! SO MUCH. :]] My body was tired and beaten up because we went &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ice Skating!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I kept on holding Roshie's hand so I assumed they thought we were together. Cathy was pissed but of course she was joking. &lt;i&gt;Pinag-aagawan si Rosh e. &lt;/i&gt;Nyahaha. Then, we saw the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ROPORS!&lt;/span&gt; :) Kuya Tabz, Kuya Seph, James, Roger, RenzoChukoi &lt;i&gt;(who has a very nice, straight hair now, btw.)&lt;/i&gt;, Alden, and Lois. They watched us skate and I never felt conscious since sila lang naman yun. And oh.. Kuya Seph gave Jelyn an Artwork Tshirt. Aww. Sweet. :3 and Roger gave Chelda a blue magic Stuff Toy... which was green. Awww, now that's sweet. :)) I wish someone's kind enough to give me an Artwork T-shirt too. The one I saw which had stars in it! Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced Celine my favorite sweet store, Dairy Queen. She was like.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh? Meron pa lang ganito?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And then we ordered Sundaes. Gosh, all of the stuff on the menu screen all looked delicious! But we were kind of in a hurry because the others were at KFC na that time. So Celine and I called it a date. We went boy hunting. Haha!  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabi ko nga.. Hindi talaga kami dapat pinag-sasama ni Celine, pareho kasi kami ng ugali. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And they all agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC to eat too. I was damn hungry. Share kami ni Celine. :) Actually, Celine and I really shared a lot of things that day, from water, to money, to the cute guys we saw. Haha. Amazing, I call her best friend now, btw. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that.. &lt;b&gt;We went rock climbing!&lt;/b&gt; OMG. It was tiring but really fruitful! When I reached the top, It felt like heaven! Like I achieved a very high goal and it was like I graduated and all that. Okay I know I sound over-reacting. But it felt that way and I'm being honest. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of fun when we did it. &lt;i&gt;Mamaw ni Celine!&lt;/i&gt; Ambilis. I laughed when Chelda had her second round, she looked funny. Jen Riel hung out with us. :) Cause Bianca's there. Nyehehehe. DJ is so funny as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I shared water with Celine again, and then.. Went to food court. We saw a cute guy wearing a cap there, it felt like.. Ugh, 0_0 He never stares at us but Celine was making pa-kyut. Hoho. &lt;i&gt;Di tumalab.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our sundo, we chatted and talked about almost everything we could talk about. It was.. yeah, you know.&lt;b&gt; Fun -- again.&lt;/b&gt; For the Nth time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures before we took off. And when we were finally at the L300, we talked about scary stuff.. Bianca and Catherine were shit-scared because they think they're the only ones home.. Wahaha! I told scary stories too, and they would change the subject! Haha, funny. ;)) Gulo rin nga pala namin nung papunta pa lang. Cathy's jokes are &lt;b&gt;LOVED!&lt;/b&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. Before we knew it, some of us went home na. Bumaba sila Cathy sa Camella, si Jerome sa Jollibee Molino. Bumaba ako straight to my house with Honey. Her dad will fetch her at our house so she stayed there muna. We talked about her love life and how she and Toootooot started dating and stuff. She's really fun to be with, you know? Her stories and her life is really still "okay" despite all of the things she's been through especially when she was still a new student. &lt;i&gt;Our kwentuhan was bitin cause her dad was there na.&lt;/i&gt; So she left and we bid our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs to read the book Grench gave me. It was a classic, entitled: &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1984.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It seemed interesting. then I received a text from Giddybear asking me if I was home na, I replied yes.. and then after a few minutes, he texted me: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tingin ka sa labas."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and then I went outside.. I heard noises este music pala. And then shit! Gideon was there with Marko, Michael, and Hiro! Namamasko sila. I was dumbfounded. I was shocked at first, then gave them a high-five. Gave them 20 pesos after. Haha! They told me they will come again on the 24th ata? Let's just keep our fingers crossed that I'll be at home during 24 and not on shopping. I hope our sleep over on the 28th will pursue. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was shocked. And.. O_O. But happy at the same time because they made me laugh even if it's 8pm na that time. :) It made me realize that my day isn't finished yet and that the magic is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;December 19,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; did nothing but watch&lt;b&gt; Desperate Housewives.&lt;/b&gt; Awww, I cried because of an episode. :( It really touched my heart. It was about their Handy Man who died.. Who really helped when they where all in need, whether it was a shoulder to cry on, or someone to rescue a baby left in the car.. :( It was so sad. Anyway, I don't wanna be melodramatic here. Keep on reminding me that it's just a show and that I should stop acting stupid, okay? &lt;i&gt;Thanks, dearie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;December 20,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I bought a new pair of sandals. :) Haha! For a change. It seems like all the time, I only wear chucks and chucks alone. :]] But still, of course my prescribed fashion sense is still intact.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long post. XD The price I have to pay for all those times that I wasn't online. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advance Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3988367630344019170?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3988367630344019170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3988367630344019170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3988367630344019170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-sunday.html' title='Remembering Sunday.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-83716424820438316</id><published>2009-12-17T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:56:32.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the movement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Damnation is over. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or atleast that's what I think?&lt;i&gt; i'd like to make myself believe..&lt;/i&gt; Haha. Kinda reminds me of Owl City's &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/span&gt;. That is such a cute song. Totally adored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, my day went fine except for some fcked up drama and this whole shit-ass thing. LOL. The tests were okay&lt;b&gt;. BIO&lt;/b&gt; was damn hard. and also Computer! But.. I hope i'll pass. Keeping my fingers crossed with that. Hoho. I wish. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heard rumors about me again. This girl is really getting on my nerves. Ugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in school until 3, because we practiced our intermission number. Lollipop! :) Will dance that. Haha, Kevin's so cute when we practiced. He said.. &lt;b&gt;"1,2,3... Kevin!" &lt;/b&gt;And raised his hands after. I ROFL real hard. Sounds corny fer you, though? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped my classmates with our decorations too. It was fun. Clarence taught me how to 'curl-up' a crepe paper. COOOL! Haha. LOL I sound like a kindergarten kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed outside with Grench, Paula and Rollyn. Talked about the &lt;strike&gt;"rumors"&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;that's been going on. Turned out that they were indeed pretty nasty but.. haha. &lt;b&gt;I find it enjoying,&lt;/b&gt; actually. Just that.. I can't believe&lt;b style="color: lime;"&gt; HE&lt;/b&gt; actually though of me &lt;b&gt;THAT &lt;/b&gt;way. Like he was nandidiri because of this something I texted. C'mon if you couldn't actually accept me for what I am then you're making me feel like I have to regret that we were once together. And to think SHE had a crush on you. And she felt jealous when we were still together. Now fck that. You're just like anybody else.. I guess. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this girl is really.. UGH! She thinks she's invited at our gala tomorrow. Eew. FC much? I hate people who thinks they're really close friends with everyone when in fact all of the people surrounding her hates her. If she only knows. I wanna ruin her life! Yes because i'm evil like that :P Blair Waldorf-ish. Me like being a bitch. Nyehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I would like to say against her. But with all due respect, because she was once a friend and I did treated her as one, I'll just try to shut the hell up even though i'm really pissed off. She told certain people that i'm nagmamagaling and stuff like that. And she even asked them why I'm really popular and what is there that I have that she doesn't. Stuff like that. Shit like that. Fck man, haha. Insecure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of does bother me because in the eyes of my batch, I am always the bad one. The slut who flirts with everybody. Normally wouldn't care about the matter but.. Naah she's reached my boiling point already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SyobFDx1vAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/il3v33SBFXI/s1600-h/TWLGUYST101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SyobFDx1vAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/il3v33SBFXI/s320/TWLGUYST101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supposed to be gift to Seth and to myself. I want this shirt! I love To Write Love On Her Arms. :) It's a cool organization. I'll buy one as soon as I find one. And hand it to him on January 4, I think. Me and dad are canvassing about this shirt. Oh, and yes.. Will give gifts on January 4 because I'm going to shop for Christmas Gifts this coming Monday. Too late, eh? Yeaah I think so too. Dad will accompany me and I'll buy a gift na rin for Baby Izzy because dad told me that Izzy "has a gift for ate na" Aww, sweet. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tk and Abby, your gifts will be handed on January 4, okay? :)) Muah.&lt;br /&gt;And to my friends.. Chelda Czar Jelyn Paula Caryl Max Joseph and God.. There are lots of them. Will give their gifts on January 4 too. God I just loathe 4. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Christmas Party! Excited for the gala. Hoho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll see you soon guys.&lt;br /&gt;^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-83716424820438316?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/83716424820438316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/83716424820438316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/83716424820438316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-is-movement.html' title='Love is the movement.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SyobFDx1vAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/il3v33SBFXI/s72-c/TWLGUYST101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3875256576047631789</id><published>2009-12-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:51:49.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..and I miss you, babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I don't wanna fall asleep cause I MISS YOU, babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;..and I don't wanna MISS a thing. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an introduction. My day is fine, now I wish nobody's stupid enough to ruin it. Hahaha, I am soo kidding! Am I harsh?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests today were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLVE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy, was ELA hard!&lt;/span&gt; I think I already lost 5 points. Holy Macaroni. Those functions of the dependent clause really blew my mind off. And my tummy was really in pain as I was answering the test. I was about to cry because of the unbearable pain. Jeremy even said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Butterflies lang yan."&lt;/span&gt; And I gave him the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What The Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look. Maybe because of all creature God created, Butterflies are the first things I hate. And yes.. I don't know why. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took recess with Lamarck boys. They are sooo perv ferreal. I swear sometimes they can really be deceiving and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;. Behind those handsome faces, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What do you call Renz Mendoza's face, if not handsome, then?)&lt;/span&gt; are really green minds. F. But twas.. fun. I guess. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time fer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I finished it at exactly 20 minutes. I don't think it was really that hard, but I had some unsure answers. Still okay, though. I heard Sir Ronnie will give a plus to those who got a perfect score on the post-test? Now that's just great. Maybe because it's Christmas na that's why he's been really generous. HOHOHO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WAPANG&lt;/span&gt; made plans na after the Party. We'll go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Southmall&lt;/span&gt; [?] still not sure about the location. But Jelyn told me about that. Chelda wants &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Market! Market!&lt;/span&gt; I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATC.&lt;/span&gt; Haha, we're still uncertain about which way we're going. Cute. :) And damn.. I have no gifts fer them yet! Will try to look for cute items sa Southmall na mismo. And i'll hand it na kaagad. How very practical of me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Practicality is the best policy.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.. Mom was the one responsible fer my studying. She was my tutor. Heck. My mind was a big blur and I was just laughing because of the things she said. There are so many of them that I'm too tired to enumerate them all. But it sure was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually about to blog about yesterday. But Kuya Clyde tricked me into going downstairs because of Yellowcab! Damn. He used it as a bait. He told me about the pizza and of course.. i just couldn't resist Yellowcab so I got out of my seat, away from the computer and headed downstairs for some Pizza. Then the next thing I knew, Kuya was using my laptop na.. Daaaang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I be so uto-uto?&lt;/span&gt; Screw that. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Tita Mae last night. She was upset about me leaving and she said she and dad would do everything to make me stay. Wow, that is a good thing. Atleast.. Riiight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't attended &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simbang Gabi&lt;/span&gt;. But I want to. Although there was this message some dj was addressing to all of us when I had my ears on the radio in our service. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wag daw gawing wishing well ang Simbang Gabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang magsimba dahil ang habol mo ay ang katuparan ng wish, mag-simba ka kasi gusto mo igunita ang kaarawan ni Hesus.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, the italicized statements were my own words, and from my own perception as well. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, this post is too plain. No pictures at all. Forgive me, I'm lazy and sleepy na e. Will take a power nap and then i'll study na later. Bio, Computer and Health tomorrow! Bohahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the intro, Marko was singing that one kasi while he was listening to his iTouch. Yooon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nabaliw ako. Bigay todo e. &lt;/span&gt;Laughed my as* off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3875256576047631789?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3875256576047631789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-miss-you-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3875256576047631789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3875256576047631789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-miss-you-babe.html' title='..and I miss you, babe.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3497913211911473075</id><published>2009-12-14T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:24:13.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the one adored.</title><content type='html'>Hey there! Just came from a very nice and long nap after me and mom had a fight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and don't worry, it isn't severe. We just fought about who would get to stay with the laptop fer Christmas Break. She told me she'll be needing mine and I was like WTF?! She just can't.. Haha. So I fought with her but it isn't really serious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were just having fun.&lt;/span&gt; :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. This is the first day of the damned week. My brain cells were under the verge of shock, you know. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate Filipino for being really HARD!&lt;/span&gt; Why can't Sir Marvin just give us exams which were as easy as last years? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last year, even if I don't study at all, I can get a one mistake but now?&lt;/span&gt; Tsss. It would take a miracle. I need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP was.. kind of okay. Confused with some of I answered because I haven't really studied that much. Screw meee. :(( Gaack. Can't afford to have low grades, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUSINESS MATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o_0 The subject I dread the most. At first I couldn't get it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT ALL.. &lt;/span&gt;I even blamed my own stupid calculater but then when I had to solve a problem over again.. I finally got the correct answer FROM the choices and I was actually about to shout &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"YEY"&lt;/span&gt; that time but good thing my hand was in time to cover my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were dismissed late because Sir Glenn had a meeting with us regarding the preparations for the Christmas Party. I'm with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Program Committee&lt;/span&gt; along with Annaflor and we get to make the whole program itself. Nyahahaha. Pretty fun and i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My service left me!&lt;/span&gt; Ughh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deja vu.&lt;/span&gt; Last quarter, my service also left me because we were also dismissed late during the first day. So.. had no choice but to get a gate pass from T.Michelle and Gideon's kind enough to be with me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hinatid ako.&lt;/span&gt; Kaye was there so it was kind of really nakakahiya because I looked like I was taking Gideon away from Kaye but it seems like she doesn't mind. Whew, thank God ferr that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gideon even promised T.Michelle to take me home safely and I LOL-ed when he said that. And we weren't the only ones who walked until the gate of TCW.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Johnly, Jen, Michael, and Rk were there too because they're going to play dotA at CC. &lt;/span&gt;Hoho. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was with Rk again!&lt;/span&gt; If you happen to stumble upon something I blogged last quarter, I was with him too along with Caryl and Johnly and Jen. LOL. So it was kind of a reunion.. Only Caryl wasn't there, she was replaced by Michael. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And yes.. I am the only girl there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking about me being the only girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; of the time whenever we have these kinds of things. No, it isn't awkward because I treat them my friends. Although it could be a little annoying at times because they think I'm a guy too. But I never really feel out of place with them. Because I treat them the way I treat my girl friends too.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has always been an issue, even before.&lt;/span&gt; And I think for the most part, this is one of the reasons why I can't have a long lasting relationship. And no.. I think it doesn't suck because I don't really care. I love being with them and I treat all my friends equally, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya nakakasawa pag may nagsabi na.. Oh, ikaw na naman only girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth even asked kanina, because I was with them during our break and I was the only girl there.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit hindi ka sumama sa kanila?"&lt;/span&gt; And she pointed to the other girls of our batch. I just shrugged because It's hard to explain why I'm always with boys because honestly.. There's nothing to explain about because they're my friends and I like their company and that's it. No strings attached. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God I hate it when people actually think about it the other way.&lt;/span&gt; It sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blahhh. So that's it.. we walked the sunny roads of hell.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Joke, gate lang ng TCW. &lt;/span&gt;It was fun although it was steaming hot. Talked about GM stuff. Tsktsk. Used to it already. And then asaran modes. Haha. They're all so funny. And then when we reached the gate, the boys went to the other side because mauuna na sila sa CC while Gideon will make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatid-hatid,&lt;/span&gt; and then he'll go back to CC din so that they can play na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gideon and I rode the blue cab. And he even paid for my fee. I insisted but he insisted too.. So I had no choice. He's a very sweet guy. And we talked about our love lives.. Twas fun and interesting too. I noticed the girl at the other side of the cab staring at us and of course I assumed she though Gideon and I are a couple. I just laughed at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we reached home and he was nice enough to be with the gate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang&lt;/span&gt; of the subdivision na lang while I walk towards my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, i'll be spending Christmas with dad and [hopefully] with my baby brother. I am so excited, ;)) This will be fun!! Yey. *claps hands* LOL. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- GTG! Will study. Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3497913211911473075?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3497913211911473075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-one-adored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3497913211911473075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3497913211911473075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-one-adored.html' title='Be the one adored.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8249087063094665747</id><published>2009-12-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:51:00.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Okay, that's it. I need to write all of these now or else i'll burst into tears. Tears which I will never let cascade on the damned floor. Tears I will try to hide until it shows itself with great anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's going to take a peek at this house because gramma is selling it for 20 million. And this is what I'm scared of the most. Because by then, if.. God won't forbid, the canvasser&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (that is what I'd like to call the person)&lt;/span&gt; likes our house and will buy it.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going to say hello to Cebu. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to live in Cebu. C'mon... It is a very nice place. Nicer than Manila or Cavite. One of the most visited places in the Philippines. But.. I was raised here. My friends are here. It's just too hard to finally say goodbye. :( 2 more years of High school wouldn't hurt, right? Why can't they just understand my feelings... for a change? No. Mom and dad does. They've been always very supportive with whatever plans I have. But this is one big turning point because my grandmother will make the decision for me. And I know what it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to move to Cebu because I love my friends so much that even the thought of leaving them makes my heart ache. I don't want to be left out.. All those times I've spent in DLA were the most amazing, happiest times of my life. Then suddenly.. one decision will take it all away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm looking at the bright side even if I'm the biggest pessimistic whore you always encounter. I know that if ever we move.. They will enroll me to a great school, but I doubt if it's as great as DLA. Naah, wouldn't be. Impossible. But still!! I know that I'll meet new, and great friends there but it's just that... What about my old friends? Dad said that if they're really real friends, they'll find ways to connect with me. Because that's what friends do. But no. It's still isn't the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wished for this.. Never wished for anything because I know I'm going to miss it all. I'll miss everyone here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no certainty about this, and that's the great thing. We're still not certain but it's a 50%. Yet I'm still holding on into this little grip of hope that everything will turn out fine and that we'll able to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsss. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeh. I wish.. everything will be fine like before. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8249087063094665747?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8249087063094665747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8249087063094665747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8249087063094665747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5623175283255501311</id><published>2009-12-11T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:49:16.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be right here empty with yoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Wanna Love You&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna love you, you already know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna love you, you already know. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged yesterday! Damn. Forgive me. I was supposed to blog about what happened yesterday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was worth it, i suppose)&lt;/span&gt; but then Kuya Clyde spent some hours watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; in my laptop. So.. yeah.  I was downstairs with mom watching Goong. I fell asleep at about 8 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, pretty unbelievable and excruciating at the same time.)&lt;/span&gt; and then opened my eyes at around 12. I missed the chance to text with people who were unli. Gaaack. Probably a big regret... or not? Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next week's gonna be a week of bloody brains.&lt;/span&gt; I finished reviewing AP but will probably have another run down later. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Need to get high grades asap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's been great with my grades naman and I am so happy about it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. LOL. Hung out with Caryl, Reggie, Francis, Grench and Seth. Talked about stuff. Mostly about first year. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chika lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;They teased me with him.&lt;/span&gt; They CALLED his attention. Darn. I was soo embarrassed. Grr. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And they find this first year girl cute. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening now to Meg And Dia's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I am Hannah's regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. Love this song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I'm talkin about random things nawww. I'm so scary. Hoho. Still haven't shopped for Chritsmas gifts! Damn it. Gramma and I will leave at 4 maybe later. Will be attending some kind of a party. And I'll ask her if we can shop na rin. Hope she says yes. Hohoo. I was making pa-kyut kanina to her and to everyone at home. And mom calls me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; Kim Bo-Ra&lt;/span&gt; now. Blame her addiction ferr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Queen&lt;/span&gt;. Hyun Bin is such a hottie, maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go out now. I am still sleepy. Slept the whole morning. Gaaaa! Haha. Craving for Dairy Queen again. Sis had Starbucks yesterday and gave me green tea. Yummy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna watch Gossip Girl 3 na. If only there's no damn tests, I'll probably lure myself to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buhaybaboi&lt;/span&gt; attitude. Haha. Got that one from my friend, Roger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- and I'm sorry, but this wasn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5623175283255501311?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5623175283255501311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-could-be-right-here-empty-with-yoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5623175283255501311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5623175283255501311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-could-be-right-here-empty-with-yoo.html' title='I could be right here empty with yoo.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2645896733026303476</id><published>2009-12-10T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:34:22.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the pressure, it's getting closer now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some things are just plain pathetic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pathetically wrong, pathetically legit, pathetically awesome, pathetically fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for not blogging! If you only know how busy I've been these days. It's really frustrating. I hate myself for being a study addict now. But for the most part, I think this will do me good. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93&lt;/span&gt; in the recitation in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82&lt;/span&gt; in the fourth quiz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lage na lang 82.. Demmet.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; in the post-test in CLVE. Yey! ;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 93&lt;/span&gt; in the notebook in CLVE, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96&lt;/span&gt; in the post-test in Biology. The fruit of all those times i've been spending with my books and notebooks. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you, Dear God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine at school. My friends are the greatest for making me laugh nonstop. Been at Darwin to make some speech about practically anything about Second Year life. Haven't made any good points about it but I wish they learned from us. I was sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bangag&lt;/span&gt; that time. Ugh. ;( LOL. And to think.. ugh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No boyfriend and lovelife.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. I am sooo awesome to the superlative level. So this is what it feels like to finally set your priorities straight, huh? Well I feel kind of rejuvenated in a way. Paula even asked me about it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May boyfriend ka ba Wendaang?"&lt;/span&gt; And I was startled.. Since she's one of my best friends and she should know about that, right? I said No.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Akala lang daw pala niya kami ulit ni Enzo. &lt;/span&gt;Well no.. To be honest. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I have no time for that, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in so much pressure right now that I want to crawl under a rock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck my life for being chaotic and full of deadlines.&lt;/span&gt; This is the crucial week of the quarter. The week before the Periodical Tests. But of course, there's always a price after that and it's our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Break! &lt;/span&gt;Woohoo, damn excited ferr that. A week of rest and sheer bliss and contentment.. Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressured with being the class muse. What if I can't answer the question? What if suddenly.. I'll trip over and humiliate myself in front of everyone else that I don't actually give a damn about? Fuck it. Daaamn, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just said I don't give a damn about it, right?&lt;/span&gt; So why am I feeling like their opinions about me actually matters when in fact &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I really don't care?&lt;/span&gt; Honestly speaking, I'm always the kind of girl who doesn't actually care about anything else that I'm not obliged about. Okay I think I basically made no sense so.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nvm, again. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just LOL-ed right now. I remembered something we did at the school earlier. Paulo and I were making fun of Kevin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- again!&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I said.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo tignan mo yung mukha ni Kevin dito sa ID niya mukhang natatae.&lt;/span&gt; And I would reach for Kevin's gate pass and tell Paulo that.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eto naman Paulo mukha na siyang nakaraos o, naka-smile na."&lt;/span&gt; And they really LOL-ed hard that time. We also had a series of jokes and I was so corny HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charades in Filipino was funny. Nothing, I just find it funny because Sir Marvin played it too and he portrayed a valedictorian who just graduated and we were practically clueless about it. Nyehehehe. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15 days more to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haven't done my Christmas shopping yet. Darn. I have to do it before December 18. Whew, wish me luck, ;)) and Perio week is near! Sorry for my soon to be absences. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naghahabol ng grades e.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you still, my dear readers for finding time to read about this fucked up journal of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2645896733026303476?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2645896733026303476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-feel-pressure-its-getting-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2645896733026303476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2645896733026303476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-can-feel-pressure-its-getting-closer.html' title='I can feel the pressure, it&apos;s getting closer now.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3399930812581355909</id><published>2009-12-05T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:27:49.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You smile in your sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Little Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Arkarna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So Little Time&lt;/span&gt; every weekdays at Disney Channel. I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen!&lt;/span&gt; :) They're so cute. And I think.. so far they're one of the hollywood teenage stars I really look up to for not sucking up and posing nude in the net. And they weren't really involve in some nasty scandals that could ruin their reputation and stuff. Unlike some of the stars I idoliz&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ED&lt;/span&gt; before. Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxtKDA4OWTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yVhDHPnewKA/s1600-h/259545%7EMary-Kate-Olsen-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxtKDA4OWTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yVhDHPnewKA/s320/259545%7EMary-Kate-Olsen-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412000792851667250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were soo cute when they were kids. Nyahahaha. I never really watched their old show called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; but I think it's interesting. Watched a few Youtube clips about it, and I love it when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Michelle Tanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (played by both Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, alternatively)&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You got it, dude!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; With a thumbs up. Aww, so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about them. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I wanna go to Church. Boohooo. Mom's getting a little lazy now, she's cleaning the house. And I hate it when she brings the topic about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; up. It pains me, to be honest. Argh, can we not talk about it here? I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad's coming later. Will give me money. I only have 250 in my wallet! Daaarn. Poor much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I still need to save more ferr him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! LOL. I'm loving it now, for real. I posted some photos and stuff and most of my followers liked it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Tumblarity increased to 291.&lt;/span&gt; Simple things like that makes me happy, in case you're wondering why I'm making such a big issue about my tumblarity and all that. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Draco Malfoy's&lt;/span&gt; coming back.. And it's sick. I remember myself staring right into the big screen and not blinking for a minute or two whenever Draco Malfoy's face or just his shadow would come up. He is a hottie, best villain ferr me. Wahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathly Hollows&lt;/span&gt; will soon be invading the theater's too. Will wait for that. ;) Won't miss it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramore's&lt;/span&gt; almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SOLD OUT&lt;/span&gt; concert here. OHMYLORD. Please... NOOOO!!! I wanna see them badly. :(( And I would DIE if I can't go to MOA to rock with them. the Lord can grant miracles, I know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imma pray for that big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case you're interested.. Here's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Wishlist. ;PP I posted my top 5 already, right? Well here's another top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Any Band Tshirt, or statement shirt will do. ;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[Artwork, yeaaah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A new book. ;P&lt;br /&gt;3. Starbucks treat, ;))&lt;br /&gt;4. Cellphone accessories? I badly need lots of it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like being girly now&lt;/span&gt;, ;PP&lt;br /&gt;5. A new necklace. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more, Santa will grant this ferr me, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cool shoe laces for my chucks. The one with glitters and all that cute designs in it? I heard it's just 50php at the SM Department Store.&lt;br /&gt;7. 150 worth of load so I can register to SuperUnli during Christmas Break. WAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Stuff toys. Lots of it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG, FLUFFY BEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;9. Chocolates will do. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. A gala day with friends. I miss it. ;((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I guess. That would make my Christmas a blissful one, indeed. But of course, let's not forget the true essence of celebrating Christmas which is to celebrate our Jesus Christ's birth. And always remember that it's better to give than to receive. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weh?&lt;/span&gt; Although it would make me happy if you give me tons of gifts this Christmas. Hohoho! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Flyleaf's&lt;/span&gt; new album, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memento Mori's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already released na pala! :) I downloaded some songs last night. Took mom's laptop and surfed nonstop until 11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nocturnal much, I suppose?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I love their song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Beautiful Bride"&lt;/span&gt; especially the last part where Lacey was chanting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt; Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaack, i'm feeling cold yet it's sooo sunny outside. Perfect irony, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;BBL. Love you loads, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3399930812581355909?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3399930812581355909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-smile-in-your-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3399930812581355909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3399930812581355909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-smile-in-your-sleep.html' title='You smile in your sleep.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxtKDA4OWTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yVhDHPnewKA/s72-c/259545%7EMary-Kate-Olsen-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7162790586982536220</id><published>2009-12-05T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:15:39.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By blood and by me, and I fall when you leave.</title><content type='html'>Annyeong Haseyo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 100th post. Cool, dear. :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So tell me when you hear my heart stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're the only one that knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me when you hear my silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a possibility I wouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me when my silence's over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're the reason why I'm closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me when you hear me falling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's a possibility it wouldn't show."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Addicted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lykke Li's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This was played when Bella was staring through her window, probably waiting and thinking of Edward who left her. ;) Damn, I'm lovin' this song. I can relate to this, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Slept almost the whole day. Didn't eat breakfast. Mom kept on buggin' me to do some chores for her but I just ignored her. I need to sleep because my body's aching. And my head's kind of in a blur right now. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I checked my phone for messages and then took a Brunch. Delish. Boohoo. And then surfed the net, watched TV. Daarrn it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna watch Goong // Princess Hours again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Eun Hye and Ji Hoon's&lt;/span&gt; sweet scenes are always my favorite. They look cute together as Princess Janelle and Prince Gian. I love how them, especially my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeong Hoon&lt;/span&gt;, oppa. ;)) Oh darling, you're sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahh. Haven't done any homeworks or school stuff? There isn't any ata. I think so. And then yeah.. Went outside, and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably shop for Christmas gifts with Dad and my baby brother. Yey! ;) Here's the list of the people who'll receive a gift from me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enzo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOP PRIORITY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish he won't read this, ;P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mikee Clarice. XD&lt;br /&gt;3. Grench&lt;br /&gt;4. Chelda&lt;br /&gt;5. Jelyn&lt;br /&gt;6. Czar&lt;br /&gt;7. Paula&lt;br /&gt;8. Caryl&lt;br /&gt;9. Max&lt;br /&gt;10. Kuya Seph&lt;br /&gt;11. Jerome&lt;br /&gt;12.  Adrienne&lt;br /&gt;13. Karissa&lt;br /&gt;14. Honey&lt;br /&gt;15. Abby labs.&lt;br /&gt;16. Tk, ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHAAAA. So many of them. Damn it. But the first one's my top priority. Currently saving up ferr him. :) I still don't know what to give him, tho. Anyway yeah.. So that's it. ;D I'm so excited na. Bwahaha. And for myself? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I honestly don't know what to buy for myself. &lt;/span&gt;Maybe a new book or something that can be eaten or something I can wear around. Nyahahaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is in the air. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7162790586982536220?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7162790586982536220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-blood-and-by-me-and-i-fall-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7162790586982536220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7162790586982536220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-blood-and-by-me-and-i-fall-when-you.html' title='By blood and by me, and I fall when you leave.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3868896024196657638</id><published>2009-12-04T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:40:58.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sadness, I need this time to be with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Akyat tayo sa baba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akas tama na naman Mendel&lt;/span&gt;. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very funny day and blahblah. I keep on saying the same old things. Well maybe because it really is a funny day. First because it's Friday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;, babyy. ;)) And then maybe because we're all just plain goofy and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning, I was surprised that mom made me Hot Choco. :P I had a hint that it'll be a cold morning again, because it has been, for the past few days. Mom turned on the heater for me and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the usual routine. And then my service came and tralalalaaa. Wore the jacket I traded with Max. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I miss my old american style sweater, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived early, as usual.. Did the Math homework and fooled around with my guy friends. Jonathan took the book I borrowed from Paula and we were laughing because I couldn't get it from his hands even though I was really trying so hard. I even said,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Reypin talaga kita!"&lt;/span&gt; And then yeah.. laughed and all. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for AP. Tralala. Same stuff. Had this game, but I didn't participate because I was one of the reporters who initiated the game in the first place. Completed my notes, read, talked. Made fun of Kevin. That makes my day. LOL ;))) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Dede! &lt;/span&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so there.. Had fun again. We made fun of Kevin and Paula and I had our faces filled with pain because of all the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;Bakit amoy itlog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt; Ivan, bukas ba zipper mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- bastos! Me and Paula laughed really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ui, yung bra ng strap mo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Argie. Wahaha, baliktad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mendelite&lt;/span&gt;, ;P Bleehhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was okay, I read mostly and studied inheritance and I kind of wished I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AB&lt;/span&gt; as a bloodtype. It's rare, and I like it.. :)) Paulo was near Kevin and I so you probably know what I'm going to say next.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, it went funnier than usual!&lt;/span&gt; Paulo and his knocknock jokes are so korni but I love the way he laughs that's why me and Kevin gets really crazy whenever he does.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time for ELA. Had our spelling pre-test. and then had this seatwork too. Filipino was next. Sir wasn't in the mood, I guess? But he would smile once in awhile. I just don't feel like it's real or maybe he was just really faking it. I still had fun, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE, did the project. I had no materials! Hahaa. Great kid, yeah.. I know. Kudos to me. There was this really big one whole illustration board in the room and I was forced to cut it into 1/8 size for myself.. Didn't pushed through, though. Gladys had a spare one and she gave it to me. I had fun trying to cut that one whole, enormous illustration board!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nauuntog kasi sila Argie at Dhyrell &lt;/span&gt;whenever I hold it in a standing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan's group cooked Afritada for their project and Ivan made these graham cake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Is that what you call it?) &lt;/span&gt;And it was mouthwatering. I went to the nook with them and Teacher Roda and the others liked the food he cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Di mo naman tinulugan to? Baka tinulugan mo to habang nagluluto ah."&lt;/span&gt; - Teacher Roda. I LOLED hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Scavengers, mga taong nabubuhay sa pahingi-hingi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's what Argie and Dhyrell call themselves. I laughed really hard, because I was one of them. I just borrowed and asked some things for my project. And I had fun decorating it. It was a creative work, for me. :P First time that I didn't criticize my own work. Nyahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH.&lt;/span&gt; I got a 94 in the homework. One mistake. Sheesh, and yeah.. It's carelessness. And then we had a seatwork. I did it with some of Kevin and Paula's help. Got a 90. Whew. :)) Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, I went to the CR. And then when I was strolling along the corridors, Teacher Roda, RK, and Enzo were there.. Teacher Roda stared at me as if she knew something. You familiar with that kind of stare? And she was smiling.. She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wednesday, si Lorenzo o."&lt;/span&gt; And I just smiled.. she added, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"May sinabi siya sa'kin.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maghihintay daw siya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart melted.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. But enough with that. ;PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had our P.E! Yeyyyy. Haha, dun nauso yung intro ko.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Akyat tayo sa baba. &lt;/span&gt;LOL. Sir Glenn laughed too. we went downstairs and waited for T.Beth to arrive. We played piggyback racing. Buhat ako ni Paulo while Caryl was at Max's back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talo kami. Bigat ko daw kasi.&lt;/span&gt; Even Paula told me that. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When T.Beth arrived, we played Softball. But I just fooled around with Ericka and Caitlin. I made them laugh tons of times because I was recalling what Kevin and I did earlier, and all that crazy stuff. They laughed really hard and I did too. My stomach was in pain. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand Softball. I asked Czar and Kevin about it because it was our turn to play after the first group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Which I kind of enjoyed because i like seeing people getting thrown by a ball on their faces and body. Okay... I'm bad.)&lt;/span&gt; And good thing I did nothing because it was time already. Bwuahaha. But we scored a point and that's better than having no point at all. Max got thrown by a ball in the balls. LOL. That's just funneeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Dismissal:&lt;/span&gt; Hung out at the bleachers with Grench and Mikee and most of my friends. Paula, Caryl and Max went home early so I was left there with two of my bestfriends. Mikee's knocknock jokes are the best! I was trying hard not to laugh but I did, and that's pretty uplifting. :) The varsity were in the bleachers next to us and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 4, dear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. that's it. :))&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome and not sooo boring day. Thanks to Shushianae! I love you, Mendel. :)&lt;br /&gt;- wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3868896024196657638?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3868896024196657638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/sadness-i-need-this-time-to-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3868896024196657638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3868896024196657638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/sadness-i-need-this-time-to-be-with-you.html' title='The sadness, I need this time to be with you.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8241791486396446539</id><published>2009-12-03T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:58:07.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shushianae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Go get your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's looking at you like you're crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can pretend you never even knew me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It would work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let go of that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll find mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Find Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M.A.D ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Meg and Dia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeaah.. Today's Thursday. Haven't blogged yesterday since kuya borrowed my laptop for gaming purposes and blahblah. Haha. I felt ridiculous yesterday. Took pictures of myself. God, I'm being vain and I like it. I also like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if that interests you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore the kimono ate Mj lend me last night. Mom was like.. O_O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is wrong with you?" &lt;/span&gt;And I just smiled. Took a couple of pictures. Will upload them when I get as much enthusiasm as I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was really funny. &lt;/span&gt;My face hurt like hell because of Kevin and Argie! I said these really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; expressions like.. Peksquared and Bulsquared and Kevin would laugh and it would cause a series of hysteric laughters. And Argie and I had this conversation about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'her'&lt;/span&gt; being really over-reacting and all that. I don't know.. Argie's right. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikaw ba naman tawagin kang *toooooot* sa harapan ng klase.&lt;/span&gt; Tss. If I were Kevin, I bet I killed her with a shotgun right into her head. Nyahahaha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no unusual happenings yesterday. Wait.. I can't be certain. I'll try to recall.. Okay... Hmm. Naah, there isn't any. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh wait!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;'bluetooth'&lt;/span&gt; method.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; TSF! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;itig &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;loor method.&lt;/span&gt; Okay.. This is pretty confidential. Exclusively for me, Paula, Kevin, Almira, Mark and Denise only. :P Wilson's envious because he can't copy his seatmates answers. Good thing we invented the TSF method. Gosh, I know it's a sin and it's wrong but.. Ugh, here I am again with my conscience. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun too. We talked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt; at the bleachers this morning. Renz and the guys with me were so anxious and scared about it. I dunno, it's just really weird to be able to encounter such freaky things. We watched it at Jonathan's psp and.. yeah, been really loud all throughout that time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wore this Kimono again because it's time for the AP reporting na.. We reported and all I did was dance after I gave my speech. Danced like some kind of pornstar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; seducing&lt;/span&gt; men. Damn it. Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Green much na namaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblah. Did notes fer CLVE while Sir Ronnie called 10 random people for the graded recitation. I called all the angels and saints that time because I was pushing my luck to the limit and I kept praying that I wouldn't be called.. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, they are indeed good&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't called but some of my classmates said that Sir Ronnie really wanted to call me. Something like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ba't di ko matawag-tawag si Wednesday?"&lt;/span&gt; Cause he was making&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bunot&lt;/span&gt;. LMAO. And I don't know but that actually feels weird, until now. Why would he take such liking for me? I think he feels challenged because I am really open with my opinions in his subject. Considering the fact that I am religious and all that.. Well I guess I am! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yey, my tumblarity increased to 144!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masaya na ko nian.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Not really active in Tumblr but it gets kinds of fun when you reblog and all that. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;"If there is any possible connection in the tragedy of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;losing someone we love very much&lt;/span&gt;, it's the necessary hope that perhaps &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was for the best&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Witch Of Portobello&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo Coelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading that, courtesy of Paula. We exchanged books. She has my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veronika Decides To Die&lt;/span&gt; and I have her book which is.. Yep, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Witch Of Portobello&lt;/span&gt;. I like it, as I was reading it, I felt all the emotions Paulo Coelho wanted his readers to feel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was like there was some kind of connection.&lt;/span&gt; And I guess this will change my point of view in life again. This is what I like about Paulo Coelho, he really knows how to open up not only our mind but our hearts as well. He's my favorite author for life! ;) Unlike some of the authors I know there that has these really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stereotypical&lt;/span&gt; books. O_O Neh. I won't read your books because it doesn't interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also hate it when most of the kids I know read books and treats themselves as bookworms. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Darling, you're not, okay? &lt;/span&gt;And would you please stop copying most of the things I make? and typed here? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're getting on my nerves, dear.&lt;/span&gt; Hey, that rhymed again! Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have our Team Name already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Shushianae&lt;/span&gt;. Not sure with the spelling but it's pronounced as.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shushiyeneyy.&lt;/span&gt; Cool! Haha. Sounds like food and most of the guys in the class don't like, well we girls do and we're dominant than you so.. No choice, boys. :PP It means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Of Purity&lt;/span&gt;. Wahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purity daw? Asa pa men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt; went to the clinic and was sent home today. I felt lonely. :(( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish him well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxelQexotQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V7By4Q8LviM/s1600-h/3890999316_e6a0189e7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxelQexotQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V7By4Q8LviM/s320/3890999316_e6a0189e7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410975179866682626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Blair, and Chuck. Need to watch Season 3 of &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;. Still not finished with Desperate Housewives Season 5 and hell, Gabby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eva Longoria)&lt;/span&gt; looked shitty there. I wish she would return into her old glamorous, fashionable self again. I miss it. And boy, Susan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Terri Hatcher's)&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend Jackson is hot. Okay, it sounds weird to have a crush on a guy over 20. Is he over 20? It seems like it. Haha. Reminds me of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Topher Grace&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Eric of my favorite series ever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That 70's Show&lt;/span&gt;. I miss watching it.. :(( still waiting for reruns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Blair's dress is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the thing&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man, i'd kill just to have that dress.&lt;/span&gt; It looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's 4. And I have Math homework. Kinda lazy though. Talk to ya later, blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mwah. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8241791486396446539?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8241791486396446539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/shushianae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8241791486396446539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8241791486396446539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/shushianae.html' title='Shushianae!'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxelQexotQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V7By4Q8LviM/s72-c/3890999316_e6a0189e7c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4010678935225273758</id><published>2009-12-01T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:38:55.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnet nga ang puso koo. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxT5_0E4BgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rJX3isBQWfw/s1600/LeeMinHocloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxT5_0E4BgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rJX3isBQWfw/s200/LeeMinHocloseup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410223927084975618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pregnant with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Lee Min Ho's&lt;/span&gt; baby. Howahahaaaa. What an intro. Kinda reminds me of something my "friend" and I used to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. Internet's on my laptop. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. :)) Sadly, I have like loads of school stuff to do. But I have the whole evening to finish them all. Will study for my AP Post-Test tomorrow. Sir Glenn told us it's gonna be hard. And that's.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dugdug, dugdug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, wish me luck. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's like so funny naaawww. She saw the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; poster Enzo gave me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(More on that later)&lt;/span&gt; and she compared that to my last Paramore poster which was also posted on my bedroom wall. She said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit naging lima na yang Paramore? Diba dapat apat yan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Comparing the old Paramore poster I have, with only four members in it, and the new one which has 5 members, and that includes Taylor York. I was like.. O_O Okay, mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even asked me stuff a highschool kid would typically ask. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nagd-date pala talaga in real life si Kristen Stewart at Robert Pattinson?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. That really made me laugh. Okay, so mom.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;, but you being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt; like that is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally another thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hell yeah. Lovin' my mom ferreal. &lt;3 Huwahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Nuff about that. :) So yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt; gave me a new poster. Paramore poster! Yey. He's just too sweet considering the fact that we're not together anymore. Maybe we could start.. again, right? I mean, it's never too late. And I have nothing to do with my life and it kinda gets a lot boring now. I don't want to be like super nerdy and bury my face with academics. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(But that actually wouldn't hurt, if I try.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm having&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daily headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it's buggin the hell out of me. I don't know if I'm sleepy or it's just the new lesson in Bio. Fcck it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punnett Square&lt;/span&gt;. I can't understand a thing! Hahaaa. Good thing Paula's to the rescue, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papaturo na lang akooo&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Christmas List&lt;/span&gt; later. And that includes the people that will receive gifts from me. :)) Not expecting anything in return, okay? But a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venti Chocolate Java Chip&lt;/span&gt; won't hurt. Naaah, kidding. :P I'm craving ferr &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kevin's&lt;/span&gt; a very funny seatmate. Haha. We had this conversation about love and whatnot. I don't know but I actually laughed a lot that time. It was Business Math, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(T.Gemma took the time for our RHGP. and blahblah, can't understand a thing. Will do a lot of self-reviewing in her subject since it's one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sablays&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan's a weird and funny guy too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minumura na nga siya't lahat-lahat, mahal pa rin niya&lt;/span&gt;. Aww, now that's just too sweet. That's what we call, platonic love. LOL. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kimono&lt;/span&gt; this morning! Borrowed from Ate Mj &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Third year.)&lt;/span&gt; because I really thought that today would be our report in AP. But twas postponed on Thursday na lang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; daw.&lt;/span&gt; I looked like a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; geisha&lt;/span&gt; and I was dancing like a geisha. And yeah, it felt funny and weird too. I like it! LOL. They were calling me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria Ozawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; especially the boys. HAHAAA. Heck men. I love Mendeloidz boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skating at SM Molino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sama ka?&lt;/span&gt; :D LOL. I love you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mendel&lt;/span&gt;. To deathhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh, I don't have anything to say anymore. Blahblah. Okay, so we were dismissed at 4:20 and as usual, hung out at the bleachers. Grench and some of my guy and girl friends were there. Mikee bluetooth-ed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (what a term?!) &lt;/span&gt;Diamond Shotgun on my phone. And her pictures with Miggy Chavez, my first love. I am sooo inggit. LOL. Hahaa. Grench was canvassing about what phone to buy. And I kept telling him to buy a 5800. He doesn't want touchscreen daw. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okaay, fine then go and buy a Nokia 3210!&lt;/span&gt; LOL. I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt; to Seth, but he ignored me. Okayyy.. What is wrong with you? Ugh. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accck. Cold in here. Must be the aircon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you to my black aircon for bringing in cold air.&lt;/span&gt; I feel kind of sleepy, though. Noooo! Need to review! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So long. Laterrr peeps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Lock and Load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-Wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4010678935225273758?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4010678935225273758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/magnet-nga-ang-puso-koo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4010678935225273758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4010678935225273758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/magnet-nga-ang-puso-koo.html' title='Magnet nga ang puso koo. :)'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SxT5_0E4BgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rJX3isBQWfw/s72-c/LeeMinHocloseup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4825635868641607034</id><published>2009-11-29T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:12:49.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll watch the night turn into blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's not the same without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause it takes two to whisper quietly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The silence isn't so bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;- Vanilla Twilight &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' the song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya'll! Sorry ferr not updating. Tough days, I suppose. But I'm still alive and that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had my heart broken again&lt;/span&gt;. Cried. Really. I don't know. But I can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that.. It's really been tough, you know? And the thought of ending things by commiting suicide entered my mind again. I know it's wrong and you might think that i'm a pathetic fart for saying and thinking about these things but.. I just can't help it. I think that dying spells happiness and eternal bliss. Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to bring back the life I once loved.&lt;/span&gt; I just want to be needed, loved and cared. Lately, life has been very unfair.. Things aren't going my way again and that's just hard. But my faith in God will save me. I know it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it has been a boring 3 day vacation. Blaaaaaaaaaaah. I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quotes, ice cream, chocolates, Starbucks, Dairy Queen and Pizza&lt;/span&gt;. Bummer. I'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4825635868641607034?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4825635868641607034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/vanilla-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4825635868641607034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4825635868641607034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/vanilla-twilight.html' title='Vanilla Twilight.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1615861233389379073</id><published>2009-11-26T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:54:29.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahblah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lalalurrrrveee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged for days. My apologies. It's just that I'm feeling lazy to use the pc. My phone's all hot because of all the calling and stuff. Ya get what i'm saying? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ELA week's still on going.&lt;/span&gt; Pretty good, all in all. Watched the Freshies. They were really good. Tk's pretty when she played Cinderella. I bet the damn guy who broke her heart probably had a feeling of slight regret when he saw her. Well he must be. Haha. Seth told me about that. LOL. Roentgen won, as usual. HAHA. They always win over Dalton and the other sections.. I just noticed. Even before, when I was still a freshie. They like.. legendary or something. But of course! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DALTON 0809&lt;/span&gt; is still the best ferrr me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our play was kind of a blaaah. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pumalya.&lt;/span&gt; Had some technical problems so we weren't able to like.. give our 100% but I swear, we all tried. I did my best in doing my part. And it felt good, actually. I wore this really cute pink and black gown. HAHA. I was sooo flattered. They were like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aww, ganda mo."&lt;/span&gt; Damn it. I should wear this more often, =P Nyahaha. No, I'm totally kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't win, okay? Aris did. Well they deserve it. I was slack-jawed by their play. Twas really amazing. And they deserve all the glory. :) No hard feelings with that. Kinda bit disappointed though. But of course, it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's still Palaro, right? OMG. Palaro. :( Damn. I hafta die before Palaro. LOL. Mister and Miss Palaro's coming naaaa! I don't know what to do. Omo. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't watched the Juniors. But Einstein won. That's pretty cool. I bet they deserve it. But I really wanted to see Bes' (Ate Dothy // Curie's) presentation. And Franklin and Newton too. I watched Franklin's play during their general rehearsal and it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Seniors today. Twas cool. I loved all of their presentations. Pascal won. Their Mama Mia was really an excellent choice. I love the acting and stuff. Like it to death. HAHA. Anyhooo, I like Grease too and Hairspray. I don't know what happened to the Phantom Of The Opera. I wasn't exactly listening that much.. But I know they did their best. :)) Anyway, that's part of every competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Been calling Seth for days. He's hotness. LOL. Whatever? Niaaway niya kooo. HAHA. FUCKyut? Tev. IDK, will call him later again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, it's really sad.. Earl's (my baby kaservice) mother passed away yesterday ata or last monday? Twas really sad. Her mom commited suicide. And to think it's Kyla's birthday today. I wonder what it feels like to have no mother. It must be really painful. We visited them and we had our bonding moments too with all my kaservice. Hayyy. It's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's our culminating activity. Tralalaaaa! :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to all of the people who will present. Break a leg! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1615861233389379073?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1615861233389379073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/blahblahblah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1615861233389379073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1615861233389379073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/blahblahblah.html' title='Blahblahblah.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7146775645136863752</id><published>2009-11-21T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:30:11.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama's present, happiness is too. But where are you?</title><content type='html'>Nyieee, sorry for not blogging that much. Been really busy with stuff. I still love you, my dear blog. Keep that in mind. And pleaaase.. love me back?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause no one does.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. EMO! Fccck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; was a tiring day. Fuggggg it, sooo tiring. But fun too. Did most of the props. Our teachers were so generous, for giving their time alloted for their subjects just to finish our props. Thank you, Sir Robert, Sir Marvin, Teacher Michelle, and.. I forgot the rest. Thank you loads. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted. Had paint all over my PE uniform. I looked like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"dugyot"&lt;/span&gt; but that's okay. If it's for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mendel&lt;/span&gt; naman, i'm so up for it. :) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bainco)&lt;/span&gt; lend me his sando cause I asked for it. But he told me na sa'kin na lang daw. He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ingatan mo yan ah. Yan lagi kong ginagamit pag nagttraining. :)"&lt;/span&gt; And I was like.. Thank you very much!  I wrote something in green paint all over it. It says &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Wendy (heart) Grench&lt;/span&gt; . Grench told me to do it. I'll put Mikee's name at the back too. They're one of my greatest friends kasi. They witnessed all my sufferings and all that crap and I couldn't thank them enough.  So.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted again. Chatted with classmates, laughed -- mostly, like what I always do. And I've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt; quite a lot that day and it bugged me. Damn it. I hate him already. He told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di niya ako iiwan&lt;/span&gt;, but why is he treating me like this? No more sweetness and stuff. It sickens me.  Anyway... Before any of this happened, Wilson and I had our jamming again. He played the guitar and I sang. He's a funny guy. Daaang it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;12/20&lt;/span&gt; in the quiz in Math. :(( I almost cried. I had pretty good scores in the previous quizzes, why this? But I just smiled like nothing happened, as always. One more point... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One more.&lt;/span&gt; Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kunware badtrip ako ah. Wag niyo ko papatawanin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I told them. LOL. I felt like gusto ko mabadtrip that time.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm the kind of girl kasi&lt;br /&gt;who would always smile even if she's carrying the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Friday Night&lt;/span&gt;: With dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tina Diaz&lt;/span&gt; for closing her dress shop when it's not even 8pm. I could've rented the gown Caryl and Paula were talking about. Uggh. Anyhow, it's still fine with me, though. I love the gown dad and I rented. It had a small petticoat in it. And it's pink and black. Yeaaah! :) Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad told me this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Photo Finish"&lt;/span&gt; thing. The one wherein you have to push your luck to the limit. Like.. Ugh, it's hard to explain but he made me laugh that time. Dad always makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate ice cream at the Ministop and just talked about everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwfT4Dvk0UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uVYNIMGvIek/s1600/harlequin.xD237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwfT4Dvk0UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uVYNIMGvIek/s200/harlequin.xD237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406522837712556354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there would always be drama, right? It's inevitable. And.. well, some secrets were revealed. And I don't know if it's a happy thing or not but.. I just.. You know, It was really painful. My heart was almost crushed but at the same time I felt like everything's going to be okay. There was a hole in my chest. But that one secret could always heal it altogether. I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 year old baby brother.&lt;/span&gt; Yes. And I didn't know about it until dad told me. It was pretty painful, because he was hiding something so precious like that.. But if I were in his shoes, I would totally understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooooo, Yep. So that's pretty much it. Bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Chupa-chups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for myself too. I love chupa chups especially the Strawberry-Yogurt flavor. So sugarish and yummy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Play play play&lt;/span&gt;. Play's on Tuesday. I am so nervous. Dugdug, dugdug. I'm thinking positive but of course, we can never avoid thinking negative, right? Goodluck to my First Year friends who will be having their play on Monday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tk,&lt;/span&gt; you'll do good as Cinderella. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;, I know you're a great dancer, you have to feel agitated to be able to believe in yourself. Think positive my little pretties, kayy? :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Wendy's going to cheer for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMG, I can't believe I'm an ate na talaga. :) Quite shocking. I'll meet my baby bro tomorrow (I think?) Because it's his birthday! Too bad I don't have a gift. I wanna see him na, and take pictures of him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be the best ate for him&lt;/span&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh, people here in the house doesn't know about that yet. Like, mom and gramma and all of them. So.. yeah. We'll keep this big secret, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there? I guess that's pretty much everything about my Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Saturdayyyy&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; and Card day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my school with mom to get my card. I am sooo in love with it that I want to photocopy it and frame it in my room. Two more points in my average and I'm gonna be a bronze awardee na. Whew, strive more. :D I can do this. I know. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commuted with mom. Went to SM Molino to watch New Moon. All I can say is.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlisle&lt;/span&gt; is still so freakin' hot. And Edward's as sweet as me, LOL. Fugg it, love the movie compared to Twilight. Twilight's so... underrated. LOL. No offense. Anyway, so yeah.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacob with the short hair is HOT.&lt;/span&gt; Rosalie's still inhumanly beautiful as described in the book. I love it, all in all. Just that.. It was so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bitin&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Candy, November issue with&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; on the cover. Rob Pattz is haaawt. Nyahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, still can't get my mind off the play. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Wizard Of Oz&lt;/span&gt; will be a blast. It will be, I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm Glindaaa!"&lt;/span&gt; Haha Argie's soo epic, he's imitating my character as the good witch of the north. Hahaha. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're off to see the Wizard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the wonderful wizard of oz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just want you to feel me, be with me. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendyboobs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- Paula's all behind that. HAHA. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7146775645136863752?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7146775645136863752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/dramas-present-happiness-is-too-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7146775645136863752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7146775645136863752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/dramas-present-happiness-is-too-but.html' title='Drama&apos;s present, happiness is too. But where are you?'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwfT4Dvk0UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uVYNIMGvIek/s72-c/harlequin.xD237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1505711860840608944</id><published>2009-11-19T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:42:46.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where can my baby be?</title><content type='html'>Last Song Syndrome with the song, Last Kiss by Pearl Jam. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh where Oh where can my baby be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord took her away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha. I don't know, I've known this song like my whole life but this is the only time where in I really came close with the lyrics and it's just too cute. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Okaaay, so Kuya Clyde's a real wimp. LOL. But he makes me laugh so I can manage. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is Thursday. TRALALALALA. :)) &lt;/span&gt;Crazy day, just as any of the days with Mendel. Argie and Marc were so funny when we had our practice. They kept on imitating the characters. Heck, maaan. :]] LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so everything went well today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sir Robert&lt;/span&gt; was absent. I don't know if that's cool or not cause he's actually one of the funniest teachers everrr. LOL. IDK, I like his teaching style and we're pretty close. I mean.. I'm comfortable with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Ronnie&lt;/span&gt; told us his love story because Jeremy asked him about it. I was really dozy during CLVE time but when Jeremy asked me that, the class actually fell silent. I was like.. O_O Okayy, what's happening? But yeah, pretty cool. :) He shared some of his secrets. Cooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG, Faggggg it. 5 days more to go before the play. The play! OMG. I have to run into my lines once again because I don't want to suck right then and there. Ugh.. When I typed the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Again"&lt;/span&gt;, I mistyped it and a name appeared. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Marko &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pinirito) &lt;/span&gt;Kuya Tabz, and Jen Riel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Boss)&lt;/span&gt;. All boys? :)) HAHA. And currently chatting with Regil.. and Enzo. Fixed things with him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. We're friends, and I'm totally fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, I'm feeling a little gloomy over this situation I'm currently in. It's just too sad to wait for someone who has a complex mind. I can't even guarantee if he still feels the same for me. But I'm still holding on to the words he told and promised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hindi ako mawawala. Promise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be stupid all over again. But he's just totally deceiving. I hate seeing him. It makes my knees go weak. Grrrr. In love much? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw TK's blog and it's good to know that she liked my new poem entitled: 11.16.09. I made that last night, when I had nothing to do. My mom was laughing at me because she told me that I looked like an addict. LOL. I always do, right? Anyway, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://bloodtaintedpaper.wordpress.com/11-16-09/"&gt;11.16.09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I want to have a wishlist ferr this Christmas too. :) Waaaa. I want to share it with ye, and I'm hoping you would grant it. Pleaaaaaaase? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okayyy, so here's my top 5 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth in my list would be these kind of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ice creams from Dairy Queen&lt;/span&gt;. YEYYY :)) I deserve these, I sweaaar. The Banana Split looks yummy ferreal. I'm hungry. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU34dfHkZI/AAAAAAAAADw/sNVc82_M64g/s1600/pho_ice_cream_sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU34dfHkZI/AAAAAAAAADw/sNVc82_M64g/s200/pho_ice_cream_sundae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788370855498130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hayley Williams' dress&lt;/span&gt;. Darn, I just love her. The dress doesn't have a full view, sorry ferr that. I can't seem to find any. But Google's still my bestfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU6UkrbgNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/50ka8bL_BXI/s1600/abjxpyxb2f8fxy2j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU6UkrbgNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/50ka8bL_BXI/s200/abjxpyxb2f8fxy2j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405791052845777106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third would be an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ipod Touch&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. This seems cute, and very convenient too. I'd love to have one. NYAHAHAHA. :)) Though I still wouldn't forget about my 8gb Transcend Mp3 player and of course.. Teh amazing laptop. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU5tww0_6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2TNf7GnEwlE/s1600/ipod-touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU5tww0_6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2TNf7GnEwlE/s200/ipod-touch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405790386074746786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second would be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;green laptop&lt;/span&gt;! Daaaaaaaang it, If I could just revamp my laptop and choose a green color as it's outer skin, I would soo die ferrr it. I'm loving green, :) And this green notebook looks cute o. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU7XwG9kLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PlPHpKlnFOo/s1600/nete0205b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU7XwG9kLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PlPHpKlnFOo/s200/nete0205b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405792206965280946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my first? Of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU8AUWiMYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sSf8pCqPd7g/s1600/tumblr_ksnpifGXHv1qa44zdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU8AUWiMYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sSf8pCqPd7g/s200/tumblr_ksnpifGXHv1qa44zdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405792903889039746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody knows I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;, right? I would sell my body ferr this! HAHA. Kidding. It's just that.. This is so cool. I wanna have one. Gaaaa. O_______O I really, really want one. Demm eeeet. Nyahahaaa. Santa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been a nice girl naman e&lt;/span&gt;, could you just grant this? Kahit ito lang? Pleaaaaase? *falls down on her knees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added on my wishlist is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;ELMO MAGALONA&lt;/span&gt; in a box with a green ribbon in it. He's my latest crusssh. Charming guy. WAHAHAHA.  Search him in Google. ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will watch New Moon tomorrow. And imma pick my gown tomorrow too. :) Goodnight, everyone. Hafta wash my P.E pa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodnight, universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendybear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1505711860840608944?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1505711860840608944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-can-my-baby-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1505711860840608944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1505711860840608944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-can-my-baby-be.html' title='Where can my baby be?'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwU34dfHkZI/AAAAAAAAADw/sNVc82_M64g/s72-c/pho_ice_cream_sundae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-784949706030144401</id><published>2009-11-18T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:55:59.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I finally know what wrong is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime I think of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Bizarre Love Triangle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darn. Pretty tiring day. Today was our general rehearsal. Good thing it went well. T.Beth was impressed yet she still gave us comments that would really help us this coming Tuesday. OMG, Tuesday is fast approaching! Holy cow. Daamn it. I am sooo nervous. Imma freak out. Meow. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. It's a normal day. We followed the Shortened schedule, and all the subjects went by so fast. Haha, silly. Of course it would! :) Shortened nga e. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang gago mo wendaang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom told me yesterday that she'll be the one to do my make up in the play, and she'll watch too. I can't help but think... I mean, dad's going to be there too. That would be pretty awkward, right? Haha. LOL. :)) if they truly love me that they would get pass the awkwardness. :D Or.. tev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I loathe him for being so insensitive. Why can't you see? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't you feel a thing?&lt;/span&gt; Damn it. Die now. Oh wait, don't.. Can't deal with that if you will. Anyhoo, you're still insensitive. Daaarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pretty intense convo's with Enzo at Plurk. IDK, i don't want to talk about it. It feels.. O_O I hate thinking about it, inaako niya lahat when in fact it was all my fault naman. Urrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca's to the rescue. Good thing. I wanna cry. ARRRGH. Imma cry tomorrow with Max and Pau and Caryl. They're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a poem and I think.. I just think.. It sounds nice. I'm going to post it tomorrow. I'm in the mood to do some literary works now. I just noticed, whenever I get heartbroken and stuff, it makes me want to write. I think maybe writing's my therapy.. My sedative or something. I don't know, it lessens the pain e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall for a guy who's not willing to catch me. Tralalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaay, AGAIN! HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go Mendeeel!&lt;/span&gt; I love my section ferreal. &lt;3 Good thing, diba? They're always there whenever I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Geezzz, malapit na. :(( Hayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 minutes before 11pm. I'm going to sleep now. I'll make sabog tomorrow na lang. I really need this e. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, World x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendypie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-784949706030144401?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/784949706030144401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-i-finally-know-what-wrong-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/784949706030144401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/784949706030144401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-i-finally-know-what-wrong-is.html' title='Now I finally know what wrong is.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8707442496664008245</id><published>2009-11-17T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:49:56.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh c'mon. This isn't hard.</title><content type='html'>Hey yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i'm so early. HAHA. General rehearsal todayyy! Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's 6 days more to go before the day of reckoning, and I am sooo nervous. Negative things are going through my mind. And yes, I am a pessimist. Even Sir Glenn told me that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like doing a lot of stuff right now. It makes me busy, and thus.. I'm not thinking of the things that keeps on hurting me. I painted our background... I did a lot of stuff. I ate -- mostly. Chocolatessss! Haha. Now this is what we call breaking up. Chocolates. Chocolates and more chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm still craving for Dairy Queen's Strawberry Sundaeee! Arggh. I can't get it out of my mind. Ooops. My stomach just growled. Haven't had breakfast yet. Who knows, my stomach could be the next hottest metal vocalist ever. LOL. Okayyy, so you're dumb if you didn't get the inside joke in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwMZcykpigI/AAAAAAAAADg/1GVhIcSAa6U/s1600/814780046_bb09b365e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwMZcykpigI/AAAAAAAAADg/1GVhIcSAa6U/s200/814780046_bb09b365e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405191960177248770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh. I love you, DQ. But of course nothing beats my first love... Starbucks. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo pissed off last night. I don't want to talk to him, everr. After the break up, I felt like everything was falling exactly into place. And now what? I don't want to hear any word from him about me and his "friend" again. Fccck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted with Kimmie Unni. I miss her loads. I told her about the break up, and I told her my real feelings. I said that.. It was really painful. And she said that it's natural lang naman daw, kasi I loved him e. That is sooo true. Whew. Pero.. tama na. Yoko na din talaga e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being single's kind of.. A really good thing. HAHA. I mean, I could be with my guy friends without having to worry if he's gonna get angry or jealous or what. And the guy I told you i'm "in love" with? Naaah. He's been cold. Not really cold, but kind of weird when we texted last night. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanay naman na ako. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really expect na he'll catch me. Or what. I can soo totally take care of myself. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHAHA. Yesterday was really fun. I was laughing my ass off because of Argie, and my seatmate Kevin.. LOL. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Sun's here again. Fifteen minutes more before my service arrives. See ya later, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendybabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8707442496664008245?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8707442496664008245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-cmon-this-isnt-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8707442496664008245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8707442496664008245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-cmon-this-isnt-hard.html' title='Oh c&apos;mon. This isn&apos;t hard.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SwMZcykpigI/AAAAAAAAADg/1GVhIcSAa6U/s72-c/814780046_bb09b365e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3195516142028631068</id><published>2009-11-16T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:52:30.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala na po.</title><content type='html'>This is my 90th post. It's kind of late right now, considering the fact that i'm still awake. I don't know. Marami kasi akong iniisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wala na kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Yeah. Yep. Oo. Single ulit ang lola mo. Single at hindi handang saluhin. Wala. Waiting in vain. Mag-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo going to miss Enzo. For real. Pero, it's much better na lang siguro to keep things like this kaysa naman patuloy naming masaktan ang isa't isa. Right, babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun. Mahirap nga. Siyempre. There would be people na magsasalita. Mag-iingay at gagawa ng kwento. Kesyo tanga kasi ako, kesyo blahblah. Something like that. I mean.. I barely care. I don't really care. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hindi naman nila alam kung anong nararamdaman ko ngayon.&lt;/span&gt; Masakit. Ang sakit sakit. Ang sakit mawalay sa kanya. Pero kailangan. Kasi.. hindi na tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi sa bawat pagsasama namin, alam kong may mali. Kasi mali lahat. And the only way to keep things right is yun, if we end it, right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move on, I swear. I will love him still, pero I know.. Kung kami talaga, kami talaga. Diba? Ayoko na kasi masyado mag-iiyak. Pero I did cry. Wasn't expecting it, either. It was a bit frustrating. Pero.. Ayun, ganun talaga e. Hindi ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November 16th. Mark your calendars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to talk with Shii pa nga. Good thing I have a very helpful (ano daw?) ex. Angel Reggie texted too. And dude. Ayuun, nag-open up ako. Twas really hard. Pero.. Ganun talaga. I needed time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're reading this. Again, I'm really sorry. I love you so much. And I'll be happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko namang para saming dalawa rin to. Nahihirapan na siya. Ako rin. Tama na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muna&lt;/span&gt;, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3195516142028631068?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3195516142028631068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/wala-na-po.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3195516142028631068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3195516142028631068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/wala-na-po.html' title='Wala na po.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2369262920300212703</id><published>2009-11-14T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:09:28.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go greeen!</title><content type='html'>Whew! My apologiesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been absent for daysss. LOL. Sorry sorry sorry sorry. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm sooo in the mood to recall my weekend. WHOLE weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was "making-the-props-day". I felt so productive and useful that day. I kind of arrived late at school, cause they were all there already. We made props and it was really hot. It was sooo fun! Only most of them left before 1. I was there the whole day, with Honey and Max and who else? Max and I called Paula so that she could make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habol&lt;/span&gt; because of course, it'll never be the same without my dear bestfriend, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we painted the big background for Emerald City and it was tons of fun. I grew tired and wasted but I didn't really gave a damn that time, for all I knew was.. I had to make a way to finish it. There was paint all over my hands and it looked like shit. LOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was BOBO day too. HAHA. Ask my friend Caitlin, she rules. &lt;3 Nyahahaha. To sum it all up, I had a really fun Saturday. :)) We even bonded with Sir Glenn and his son which is really cute, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAYYYY is Pacquiao day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Southmall with gramma. She watched the fight in the big screen without me. Boooo. Haha, but I'm kind of used to it already, cause this is like a tradition to us na. Everytime Pacquiao would have a fight, gramma would always drag me to Southmall so that she could watch it. And what about me? I'm just like.. strolling all over Southmall like a big bum and it's always been tiring. I wore shorts and people were like.. all over me or what. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our breakfast at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mcdo&lt;/span&gt;. Nyahaha. I sooo love their Pancakes. Delish! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I attended the mass there and the Priest's sermon was about the End of the world. Gee, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt; much? Niyahahah. I really wanna watch that film, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. She gave me money so that I could buy my gramps medicine. I did. And then I was planning on chilling at Starbucks but it didn't push through cause there were so many people there. Daaaaaamn. So I just bought Dairy Queen's Ice cream. Strawberrryyy! Yey. Yummyy. But I'm still kind of disappointed though. I was really craving for Green Tea or Java Chip that time. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just strolled and strolled and went to NBS to buy some pens because I really need one. Kevin, my new seatmate's annoyed na cause I always borrow from him. Well I wouldn't say that he's really annoyed.. just that... I really like making fun of him. LOL. Anyway.. So I bought this really cute, green watch too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Greeeeen!&lt;/span&gt; Yeeey. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my phone went dead and I was like.. O_O Urgh. Teverrrr. I was a late receiver by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my eye on this Artwork shirt and I think I'm going to buy it for myself as a Christmas gift. It's green too. LOL. Or maybe a pair of chucks? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- again?&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Agaaaain. Deeyym. I never get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo.. So I'm kind of psyched because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; New Moon's&lt;/span&gt; sooo near already. I will treat my kuya, rawwwr. Hell. HAHAHA. Or maybe I could go and watch it with Caryl and my friends since it's her birthday naman din. Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's all ferr now. I'm smelling food again. Yeaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendyloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2369262920300212703?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2369262920300212703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-greeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2369262920300212703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2369262920300212703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-greeen.html' title='Go greeen!'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4112724677372748050</id><published>2009-11-10T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:36:27.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-empowering? Haha. Too profound.</title><content type='html'>Well hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last posted on this really self-empowering blog of mine. Self-empowering? Yep, in the sense that it lessens the burden because I finally have the chance to say my innermost feelings and all that drama that's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at home? No progress at all. But I wouldn't say that it's worse. It probably got better but I'm still avoiding my grandmother for real. I think it's for the best. So... yeah. But I can manage, I guess. Best thing to do is to ignoreeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:37 on the dot. HAHA, pretty early. Woke up at exactly 4:40 and took a bath after. Oh btw, I got my phone back! Yipee. I miss this phone. Nyahaha. I just wish it wouldn't turn into it's old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nasisira bigla"&lt;/span&gt; self again. Just like what Seth says.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardcore daw ako gumamit ng cell.&lt;/span&gt; Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hmmm.. About our play? It's so damn okay. Hey that rhymes! LOL. Yeah, finished with the polishing and stuff and we're doing the props now. I am so psyched. Imma play beatbox cause we're going to record a song for the finale. Well atleast that's what I think... Haha. Or.. Yeah. Tev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in the mood right now. I don't know why. But maybe I should feel sad. I'm still a late receiver, thanks to Globe.. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't text someone normally.&lt;/span&gt; Like I would send a message and he'll get it probably several minutes after. The heck. And he's not unli yesterday when I got unli, so... Yun. I really miss... YEAAAH NYAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already have a gown for the play. It costs 1k - rent. Talked to dad about it and we'll see if we'll get it. Paula and Caryl said it's a nice gown. With a petticoat underneath. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.. Sun's here. I think my service will be here in any minute and I haven't even eaten yet. Tataaa! Until here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4112724677372748050?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4112724677372748050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-empowering-haha-too-profound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4112724677372748050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4112724677372748050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-empowering-haha-too-profound.html' title='Self-empowering? Haha. Too profound.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3833896416411211332</id><published>2009-11-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:31:28.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to die.</title><content type='html'>Blogging again. And now I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I mean it... I am crying while typing this. The keyboard's blurring out as tears start to flow in my eyes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. I want to die. God please take me away. Please. I want to be with you. I want to be gone. It's either suicide, or running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much burden inside of me. I can't control it now, it doesn't feel healthy anymore. I really pity myself because of this. I don't want people to see me this way but I guess I can't hide it anymore. I'm crying, still trying to understand everything... Yet I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I need your wisdom for me to understand this. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are lots of problems to deal with right now. But it's just that... I don't get it at all. :|| I don't get why they have to be so unreasonable and stuff. I don't get why people have to really be hurt just to see what it's like. Speaks from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God take me away. I can't... stand this anymore. I feel like dying. YES. I am being too emotional but I don't give a fck of what you think because it won't really matter anymore. I am the only one who's in hold of my feelings and If you're in my shoes then you would feel the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.... wanna die. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's suicide, or running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in picking the right option. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3833896416411211332?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3833896416411211332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3833896416411211332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3833896416411211332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-die.html' title='I want to die.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5298237606098342372</id><published>2009-11-06T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:54:24.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's going to be fine, in time.</title><content type='html'>Things at home aren't still turning out the way I want it to be. A total chaos, and I'm so tired of it. I don't like staying at home, to be honest. I don't like seeing these kind of people who never even considered my feelings even for just a fraction of a second. It really feels unhealthy, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though it's not working out, I'd still have to hold on to this little hope that says that everything will be fine. Yet I still want to cry. I never knew that this can be so much painful. I am so tired of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that things at school are okay. More than okay, actually. I'm loving my grades. My exam in Math's a blessing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got a 90%&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine that? Whew. And Sir Reymer already announced our grade in the card and good thing my grade (88) retained. Most of my classmates were devastated by the result. I call these the "other" side of the blessings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really promise to make it up to this quarter. I really want to be an awardee cause maybe that's my only hope to finally convince them to stay. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 4 - Our third monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me Paramore's new album, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brand New Eyes&lt;/span&gt;". It was epic. I really thank him, cause i've been dying to have that. Well atleast God gave me a super nice boyfriend. I couldn't thank the Guy enough for giving me someone like him. It's truly a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I somehow.. I'm feeling... A little bit guilty? - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iono. It feels that way. I'm doing something wrong, yet it feels so much right. :| Argh. Change topic. Mwuahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with my friends are great too, I guess. No major problems, And I still love my friends for always being there. I had this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasa&lt;/span&gt; in my left knee cause Kuya Seph closed the door when I was running towards it, and boom... You get the picture na. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nag-collide kami ng pintuan.&lt;/span&gt; Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. That's it. I just wanted to let you know that i'm still alive after a long time of abandoning this blog. I am soooo... what word is that again? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melancholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.. Life is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5298237606098342372?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5298237606098342372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/everythings-going-to-be-fine-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5298237606098342372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5298237606098342372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/everythings-going-to-be-fine-in-time.html' title='Everything&apos;s going to be fine, in time.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2884027230556752080</id><published>2009-11-02T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:55:04.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dread goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>Just thinking of the thought of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; makes me sick. It's so painful to even think about it. I'm still not ready to be separated with my friends. With everyone here. Sure, Cebu's a nice place, with nice people, and nice stuff... and whatever. I still don't wanna move there. It aches my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because things won't turn out their way, doesn't mean I have to suffer, right? Okay.. so i'm being selfish again. I know it's pretty hard to make ends meet now because seriously... things change. But then again, I just want to be with the people I love and that's all. :( Is that too hard to understand? I don't wanna move to Cebu! God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pray hard, every single day of my existence, to pray for this.. To let God know how much love I have for everyone here, and that I don't really wanna move, because i'm still not ready to face a new entity ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good with change, actually. I'm not used to adjusting to a new environment, believe me. I suck most of the time. And I don't want to make myself believe everything's going to be fine when in fact, it's soo damn obvious that i'm slowly losing. And I really don't want that. I've had enough drama lately, and what more could go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how things are turning out, to be honest.. And I still like to tell myself there's still hope, and that i'm holding on to whatever's there, but no... It's still not the same. I need strength, and wisdom, dear Lord. If you're hearing me now. I know you're the only one who could help me. And I'm asking you this because you know how much i'm hurt, and I know you're the only who could heal this pain I have in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything's going to be okay, and I wish things will fall into the right place, at the right time. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2884027230556752080?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2884027230556752080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dread-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2884027230556752080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2884027230556752080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dread-goodbyes.html' title='I dread goodbyes.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1292399651793218821</id><published>2009-10-31T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:38:44.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEEEN. Geebus.</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for.. like, 2 days in a row? Daaaamn. I'm really, really sorry for being inactive. Just that, I was feeling lazy and stuff. Ya know, because of the weather,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's with the weather, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really scary. LOL. Last last night, I woke up at around 3am only to find myself physically wet. And then I checked the window and water was all over it, even on my floor. We woke up and cleaned it up, and yeaah, it was a dark, cold, night. Brown out. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity went back at around 10am. I was sooo glad, because my freakin' phone wasn't charged and it had no battery the whole time. I checked my messages and found out that we weren't the only ones who had no electricity before that time. Epic. Nyeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the power went back, I used the computer for quite some time and.. yeah. We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt; again! We actually watched it last Friday, since we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;no classes &lt;/span&gt;(And that's just a bummer. I was expecting a lot of things to happen that day, especially since it's the end of the exams week, and now what? We had no classes and we're going to take our exams this Tuesday. Bummer, I know. What about the shortened schedule and stuff? We are supposed to follow the shortened schedule by then because we'll have a practice for the ELA week, and.. Graawr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/span&gt;. The first time I watched it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (last Friday)&lt;/span&gt; I was like - O_O &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what the holy fckin' macaroni?!&lt;/span&gt; Because it was really, really creepy. It's not all about ghosts or whatever.. It's about an obsessive demon who wants Katie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Katie's the name of the lead actress, by the way.)&lt;/span&gt; I am such a spoiler. &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED.&lt;/span&gt; Kuya says it's a lot like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair Witch Project.&lt;/span&gt; I just.. nodded cause I haven't even watched that yet. So who am I to compare? It's not like I'm some kind of a stereotype who pretends she knows everything. Haha. Anyway, yes it was really freaky and scary. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine someone dragging you out of the bed, only difference is that.. You don't see that someone.&lt;/span&gt; Eeek, Creepy, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, I got goosebumps all over. Just like last Friday, and the night of that day, cause we watched it again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(addicted much?)&lt;/span&gt; And well, I slept before the ending. I was really dozy, and it was raining.. I slept in Kuya's room, with his girlfriend. So he asked me to go and sleep in my room, and I did. And that's where it all started raining really hard, and me being wet and stuff. Ye get the picture pretty clear, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched MMK last Saturday. It reminded me of The Exorcism of Emily Rose and The Exorcist. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was disgusting and NOT scary at all.&lt;/span&gt; Tsss, figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to have a pretty good, long weekend. All I do is text people, or surf the net, or watch TV, or eat. I still have something school-related to do, like the project in Filipino. I'll try to start on that later. Hopefully, I won't get lazy again. Lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty long? I feel like blogging. I'm feeling guilty of being inactive here just because I made a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt; account. -&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alienatedvoodooxxdoll.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that out, and follow me. :) I've been thinking of making a Twitter account too and abandoning my multiply account. Geezz, I have lots of networking sites to visit and that's pretty tiring. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook, Friendster, Plurk, Wordpress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;- Okay, I only visit that if I feel like making new stories&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;- I really don't want to abandon this, you know? And.. I think I won't. ;)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multiply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;- as what i've said, i'll abandon this. Really sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;- I still don't get it, though. Kinda complicated, but i still have time to learn. Forgive me for being a noob.&lt;/span&gt; And...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; twitter,&lt;/span&gt; maybe? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr's cool, but I'm not really active on that too. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll see you soon, and Happy November 1! ;)) BOHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trick or treat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smell my feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me something good to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1292399651793218821?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1292399651793218821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweeeen-geebus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1292399651793218821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1292399651793218821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweeeen-geebus.html' title='HALLOWEEEEN. Geebus.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-9041697776237900649</id><published>2009-10-29T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:35:28.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is better than one. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So maybe it's true, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But There's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow internet connection. Blame it on Kuya for downloading &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Paranormal Activity"&lt;/span&gt; in Torrent right now. Ahaaa, he says it's very, very scary and I think imma check it out after the exams. Boo-hoo. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tests we took yesterday were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLVE and ELA&lt;/span&gt;. ELA was kindaaa easy. (Yeah right.) But CLVE was.. O_O fuggg it. It's so hard! Even harder than Math. Damn. I heard he's going to follow that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"right minus wrong"&lt;/span&gt; procedure. Yeaah, whatev. I barely care, since I know I'm going to fail that one BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I slept until 5pm yesterday, and then reviewed after. The tests we took earlier were Biology and Computer. Biology was kind of okay. Well because I studied really hard and buried myself on my books. Computer was easy too. Nyahaha. The part with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND, XOR, OR&lt;/span&gt; thingy was mind-blowing but that's just okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went really nice. Talked with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt; today, and I fixed everything. It feels so great to finally be with him again. It's not like we broke up, right? It's just that.. I really miss him ferreals. And yey! I get to be with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep awhile ago. Wooo,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ang sarap&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. And.. yeah. Gotta start reviewing now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Business Math &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow! Daaaamn. I really really loathe the subject. I can't understand a thing. And it's quite a paradox because I don't get it, considering the fact that calculator's allowed and that I'm not going to have a hard time solving it, compared to Algebra // Math. But still I find Math easier than Business Math. Arrgh. O_O Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradoxically speaking, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek. Kuya's flipping through the channel and came into the tagalized Spongebob Squarepants. Nyeeh. I don't know if I should laugh or not, it seems korni. :) I miss watching Spongebob, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AP and Filipino&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow too. AP's quite hard, but atleast I'll just memorize terms and probably won't encounter numbers so that's a relief. Filipino's okay too. I just don't want to memorize such long terms because it gets my mind mixed up. But I think I can manage. The only thing I'm worrying about is Business Math. Nyaaaaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think imma go now. Been thinking of burying my face with my notebooks and books. I'm not going to have any gala tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din siguro&lt;/span&gt;. Just rest, maybe. Or maybe we'll get to have a practice for our ELA play after the test, and then Annaflor will provide us food because it was her birthday last October 26. Late celebrations are super loved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's coming back this weekend. And I'll have my 6500 slide back! Yeeey! I really miss my phone. I like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Harajuku shoes&lt;/span&gt; he gave me last Monday too. It's pink, and very cute. I think I'm going to wear it tomorrow. Dad's the best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, tell me what ye think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SulgvZK79SI/AAAAAAAAADY/eO3uendAGB8/s1600-h/proposed+gown+glinda.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SulgvZK79SI/AAAAAAAAADY/eO3uendAGB8/s200/proposed+gown+glinda.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397951995707127074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Been thinking of making that one as the main design of my gown for the play. The red one would be the design, and the color of the dress in the right side would be it's color. Wee, what do you think? Would it fit me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember every look upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think of you and everythings okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally now, believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-9041697776237900649?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/9041697776237900649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-is-better-than-one-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/9041697776237900649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/9041697776237900649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-is-better-than-one-3.html' title='Two is better than one. &lt;3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SulgvZK79SI/AAAAAAAAADY/eO3uendAGB8/s72-c/proposed+gown+glinda.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3306426725640153092</id><published>2009-10-27T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:24:14.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my biggest regret so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love with another guy when you're in love and committed. I feel so guilty. I feel so... hopeless. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really miss Enzo.&lt;/span&gt; And that I hope he could forgive me if he reads this. I'm just a girl who couldn't seem to feel contentment. But then I realized, that Enzo's been there when I was down, he was always there and he never fails to make me happy. But why am I still craving for more? I don't deserve him, if you really think about it. That's why i'm asking for forgiveness. Because I know, he'll get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-- I was right the whole time. This is a big mistake. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't like thinking about it.. Could we move and just talk about tha happenings today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Periodical Test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Math and TLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math part 1&lt;/span&gt; was easy. I'll get mistakes from being careless, I suppose. I still can't be sure, though. Well I hope i'll have a great score. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math part 2&lt;/span&gt; was easyyy (kind of) especially the first part. I had a really severe headache due to the problems at the last part. Crazy Math, how come you have a lot of problems? I bet if you were human, you'd probably commit suicide right now for having so much problems to deal with. Neeh, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TLE was - O_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I don't want to get a failing grade. But now it seems like it. Never really studied well. I focused on Math and TLE was all about memorization and stuff, and I can't assure you that i'm good at that, it's just that I thought it'll be really easy. But damn, it wasn't really what I was expecting it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang hirap naman nito, Uwi na nga akong Davao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, I waited for my service only to find out that they left me. Daaang. So I just escaped from the distinct eyes of our school guards and went home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caryl, Rk, Johnly and Jen Riel.&lt;/span&gt; We were supposed to take the tricycle but I figured that it would be more fun if we'll walk and feel the heat that's been going on in the Philippines. To my surprise, it was really, really HOT. Maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tired while walking, and they were making fun of me. Daaamn it. It was fun.. Until I received this text message from *toot* saying stuff about.. Ugh. Something. Argh. Can I be a little honest? I'm actually feeling guilty right now, because I've reciprocated to what he was showing me. It was obvious from the start that what we had wasn't really serious yet I can't seem to stop myself from falling. And yes, I did. Now I won't confuse myself. Because I know.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That what was going on between us, is just a pretty little fairytale I've always wished on dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the drama. I've dealt about too much drama lately and I guess that's enough for me to think about my priorities and set aside my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really really miss Enzo. And I really want him back. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go study. ELA and CLVE tomorrow. Wish me luck. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3306426725640153092?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3306426725640153092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3306426725640153092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3306426725640153092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/regrets.html' title='Regrets.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1342384609991054882</id><published>2009-10-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:08:21.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't say I'm sad to see you go, Cause i'm not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday, Bloody Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 7am, then went to check my phone. I was so happy because he texted and told me those kind of stuff that makes my skin shiver. :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So anyway, enough with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have our interview scheduled today, but I guess fate's not on our side again, so we just rescheduled it this tuesday. I hope it's going to be okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our 2nd periodical exams on Tuesday. But I'm still not studying.. i'll try to review later. First subjects to take are Math and TLE. Gee, man. Math. I sooo resent Math. on the contrary, I find TLE interesting though the lessons are quite complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sick. Tummy aches and stuff. Grr. I don't want to be absent tomorrow. i'll surely miss a lot of funny Mendel moments. Mendel pa, tsss. Panigurado, marami na namang mangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really miss my phone. I want it to be fixed na, I miss fiddling with it. I'm stuck with my Razor. Hmpfff. Good thing dad's going to pick me up this Tuesday too. Maybe after our interview, i'll get to be with him. And then i'll try to review after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sounds good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I really wanna write a new story, or maybe a short poem.. But I feel like I don't have enough inspiration. :( Oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pink gown&lt;/span&gt; for my role this ELA week! Daaaaaaaaaamn it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, til here? Hafta run an errand, and I guess I'll be back, or if I ever change my mind... I'll try to open my notes in Math, and start reviewing.. Let's just hope I have my Math notebook with me and not in my locker. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1342384609991054882?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1342384609991054882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-say-im-sad-to-see-you-go-cause-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1342384609991054882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1342384609991054882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-say-im-sad-to-see-you-go-cause-im.html' title='Can&apos;t say I&apos;m sad to see you go, Cause i&apos;m not.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-557385511401892735</id><published>2009-10-23T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:24:29.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four. Screwed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screwed, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know where to start off right now. It feels weird. Chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this too. Because I know that if I do this, it would give me time to think, and thus.. It'll clear up my mind and it'll let me resist temptation. But I guess It's not working. Screwed. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how much I love him, and that what I did had this really big effect on him. I know he resents the idea about the "cool off" thing, and that he's really going to wait for me, - us to be okay. But I don't know if i'm letting him wait in vain or not. Probably because first, I really need time to think, about this. I've been actually going nuts these past few days. It really feels unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.. hate the fact that he feels lonely about it, i mean, yeaah that's just normal but I really wanna see him happy. I'm feeling guilty about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to do this, but I guess this is what I really NEEDED. sometimes it feels good to finally unleash yourself and think about your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study a lot now, i'm feeling so much pressure. and i also found out something about him, and he wasn't doing well, and i'm feeling guilty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really takes time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-557385511401892735?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/557385511401892735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/557385511401892735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/557385511401892735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-screwed.html' title='Four. Screwed.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3164391378372077566</id><published>2009-10-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:26:05.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwdrivers, maan.</title><content type='html'>Babalik ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up, once again. But somehow, I feel okay. I have to find a way to make things alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&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/8556600534252389906-3164391378372077566?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3164391378372077566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/screwdrivers-maan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3164391378372077566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3164391378372077566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/screwdrivers-maan.html' title='Screwdrivers, maan.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6479167258872561437</id><published>2009-10-17T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:09:07.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pity myself. I'm weary. I'm broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one I can turn to now is.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how can they be so unreasonable? I haven't even had the chance to speak for myself, because I was drowned by effing things which reached my ears and therefore broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing dad called. I had the time to breathe. I was crying while I was talking to him, and that reminded me of how much I really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i've had enough drama yesterday. I guess I'll just let it all pass. I mean, I know this is just a part of life. Eek. Cliche' much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendel's got a guinea pig as a pet. and her name's Chabchab. Sir Glenn told us to train her, and I knew then that he's accepting her already as a part of the Mendel family. Well isn't that just sweet? :) We love carrying Chabchab around and fooling around with her. Paulo even trained her to go to her "house" alone. And that's pretty cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, i'm sleepy.  My eyes are currently red. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Namamaga.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6479167258872561437?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6479167258872561437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6479167258872561437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6479167258872561437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/damn-it.html' title='Damn it.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-9015758886870629489</id><published>2009-10-15T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:04:25.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thursday Thursday Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for not blogging -- for days. I wasn't exactly as busy as I am before, but mom's using my laptop and well.. I'm being a little into texting again (during weekdays)  that's kind of very annoying, cause my Nokia 6500 slide got broken. Psshyeah, imagine that?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid phone.&lt;/span&gt; Damn it. Good thing dad's going to take it to leave it to a shop he knows, or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- that's where I left off yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; The internet went &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;kaboooom&lt;/span&gt;, and good thing the draft was saved. Anyway, i'm currently writing earlier than I expected. I haven't even dressed myself nor took a bath yet. It's 5:00 in the morning. Well since I figured I might as well continue this draft and publish a new entry, since I've been dying to tell you what's been on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to start it off, my cellphone got broken. Damn. I actually think i'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardcore user&lt;/span&gt;, and yes.. i tried everything yet it wouldn't work. I need atleast a thousand to get it fix in a cellphone repair shop. Dad's going to process that. Haha, process? Too profound. Anyway, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then there's this thing about me.. i kind of.. want to.. do something. And that it wasn't something I wasn't happy about. And.. well. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I figured out something, cause he told me that.. he kind of. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I can't finish this clearly. I don't want someone to read this and think negative things about me, but then again.. they can't really think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; way because they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole story, &lt;/span&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU BELONG WITH ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to end, and i'm going to do something about it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whether he likes it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, bye for now. :) off to schooool ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-9015758886870629489?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/9015758886870629489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-this-time-how-could-you-not-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/9015758886870629489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/9015758886870629489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-this-time-how-could-you-not-know.html' title='all this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4305849219940679569</id><published>2009-10-10T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:23:40.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The real deal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had classes&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, bummer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a tough day. This is one of those days where in all of the bad things that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COULD&lt;/span&gt; have happen, just happened. And it's such a bummer. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it. I wish I never did it. I wish I never said it. So many regrets, yet there's nothing I can do about it. I hate it. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I loathe this awful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out some things I wasn't exactly happy about. Never knew why she could say those nasty things about me behind my back when I was always there whenever she needs a friend. I've been a good friend yet she just abused it and thus, said those hurtful words to me. I know they weren't exactly, "hurtful", but what pains me is the fact that she said those things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEHIND MY BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm really sorry, kuya. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, misery aside. We finished Scene 3 already this day. Amazing. Had a blast, and Teacher Michelle thought me some tips in acting. I had to like.. dance gracefully as I was doing my part in the scene (Scene 2) which was.. eh. Cool. We had these awesome steps, and the Munchkins are doing their thing too. I was happy cause they were all really cooperative. :) Well atleast I found some reason to smile. And Math time was really fun too! I enjoyed it, though T.Roda called me in the middle of my daydreaming session. She asked me about the factors of.. I forgot the equation, and it took me really slow to analyze and answer it. Damn. I really hate daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was close to peeing on my skirt, cause I can't hold it anymore and Rodel had the CR pass. Dhyrell was like saying stuff like.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Alam mo yung tubig?"&lt;/span&gt; So that I won't hold it anymore na. And I screamed, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wag kasi!"&lt;/span&gt; haha, and they all laughed naman. Haha, wala lang. I find it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the most part, it was great. Math time and Filipino time. Sir Marvin gave us the other half of his time for our practice for the ELA play. And we were soooo quiet so that he wouldn't make up his mind. While he was discussing, I said some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"greeeen"&lt;/span&gt; thing to Caryl and we were like.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughing really hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to the CR and saw Sir Marvin at the nook. He asked me about the reason why we were laughing at that time, and I just said.. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"wala lang sir, lokaret kasi yun."&lt;/span&gt; and laughed again. Whew, too close! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGGHHHHH. Screwww this. I think Saturday Make-up classes have this effect on us - Mendel Class. Mas bangag kami pag Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawat banat, I was saying this line - &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Ganto ba talaga pag Sabado at may klase ka?"&lt;/span&gt; And we all would laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But still, those laughs couldn't take away the sadness I'm feeling. I hate people changing. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4305849219940679569?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4305849219940679569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4305849219940679569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4305849219940679569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-deal.html' title='The real deal.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5062914194419483770</id><published>2009-10-09T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:30:02.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If love exists, I will fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank God It's Fridayyyy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. At tinatamad akong mag-english. gusto ko magtext. la naman akong load. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BURAOTTTT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amf. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya naman araw ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niaaway ako ni Rk&lt;/span&gt;. nyeeeh, haha. tev.&lt;br /&gt;ayooon, nagmass kami. tapos Mendel yung nagsilbing choir dun, choir na walang kwenta. tas super parang inapi kami, kasi pangit daw ng pagkakanta namin and blahblahblahblah. ayoko ng magsalita pa. haha. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya nung joke book e, ;D ang green tapos ang sarap basahin. kakatawa siya, superrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREDICATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;- palayain ang pusa. nyeeh! haha, pero natawa ako. ;D &lt;br /&gt;may pasok kami bukas, amf talaga. grabe. grrr, :x  meron akong.. parang mga hindi nagugustuhan sa lower level na batch. basta parang.. err, iba yung pagkakakilala ko sa kanya. - tas ngayon, iniiwasan ko na siya. nakaka..irita kasi. nakooo~ grr. hay.&lt;br /&gt;pero wala lang, go na lang sa buhay. ;)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa wakas!&lt;/span&gt; Tapos na rin sa Scene 2 sa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Wizard Of Oz&lt;/span&gt;, scene 3 na kami bukas. :D hopefully maging maayos. Paos pa naman akoo.  nakakainis talaga no, may mga taong biglang magbabago. parang hangin. tas.. poof! wala na. ;/ anyway, yoko yang pag-usapan. mababanas lang ako. :D masaya nga ako e.. diba?  nagtext si dad -&gt; may &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;harajuku shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daw ako? :D so apparently, nagsearch ako sa net, and super cute nung shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/Ss8PkwxxymI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yGxPWtQzmrg/s1600-h/91604-119zoom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/Ss8PkwxxymI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yGxPWtQzmrg/s200/91604-119zoom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390544403229166178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang cute e. haha, wala langgg. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I will wait for this moment, when our lips collide, and almost stop the earth, you're in my arms tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagugutom ako. :// grrr. lagi na lang. new blogskin comiiing right up! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- when silence is torn, the night is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5062914194419483770?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5062914194419483770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-love-exists-i-will-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5062914194419483770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5062914194419483770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-love-exists-i-will-fall.html' title='If love exists, I will fall.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/Ss8PkwxxymI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yGxPWtQzmrg/s72-c/91604-119zoom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-19799267277312524</id><published>2009-10-05T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:58:22.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And yet it starts again.</title><content type='html'>The week of bliss has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to school. :) Twas fun, and tiring. As usual. We had our flag ceremony and we were given the chance to watch the Dance Club perform their winning (they won second place) piece (is that the right word?) or yeah.. whatever. Bottomline is, they danced in front of all of the highschool students. And I was so amazed because it was cool, and that I had fun viewing it. I really wanted to cheer Rosh at the top of my lungs but that would just ruin their concentration in watching, but I guess I did try giving some support towards him. C'mon, he's so good in dancing! :) And very devoted to what he was doing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a fun day. And I was so talkative because I felt like I had to share some stuff to my dear friends, and of course.. I just got the right reaction I've been waiting for from them. Same old kind of drama. It never sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino's&lt;/span&gt; so awesome. We talked about the difference between Filipina's today and Filipina's from the past. And of course, there is a major difference between the two. Like.. we're really liberated now compared to what we were supposed to be. But the discussion was fair enough too, because Sir Marvin told us that even though Filipina's now have this different fashion styles and different looks, they still remain Filipina's at heart. And yes, that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to say, I guess. I have to go study. Quiz in A.P tomorrow. Haftaa do some reading. And I still have this homework in A.P din pala. Wish me luck in the test in Math awhile ago, I wish I aced it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here, Still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-19799267277312524?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/19799267277312524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-yet-it-starts-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/19799267277312524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/19799267277312524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-yet-it-starts-again.html' title='And yet it starts again.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3858636961162181338</id><published>2009-10-01T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:26:37.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick by Boring Bricccckk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She lives in a fairy tale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere too far for us to find&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forgotten the taste and smell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of a world that she's left behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The angles are all wrong now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She's ripping wings off of butterflies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't believe it. I thought I'd be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; for life. Good thing my friends were there to cheer me up last night. I mean, for the most part.. I actually think being pissed off with that person's a blessing in disguise. Because If I wasn't, then I guess I can't tell you how happy I am right now to have friends like mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking of changing my blog skin -- again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*browse browse browse*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;--edited:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I haven't found any cool skin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:wallbash:&lt;/span&gt; so I guess I'll just have to use this current one. I put on music, anyway. It's One Time - Justin Bieber. Yeaa, I know. This isn't like me. But I think Justin's hot and he can actually sing so.. what gives? Haha. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrrriing. I wanna go to school, :| But I'm afraid that it'll rain and it'll probably ruin my day, for sure. So I guess I just have to stay home na lang. Eeeh. Me don't want to. I wanna see my friends! Waaaa. I miss school, &lt;- Yes, I really do. Not the lessons or anything connected to academics. Just my friends, and the school itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like keeping distance. But, I will. :) After all of the things I've found out? I feel like I had to do it, like.. I'm obliged to do so or what. I might ruin someone's ego.. Nyeheheheh. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna volunteer! :D I wanna do good deeds. I wanna help. I wanna die. Kidding! Haha. I wanna help, I wanna see people getting their hopes up, and I seriously want to help. HELP! (Cool, said "help" four times. NYAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well you build up a world of magic, because your real life is tragic ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8556600534252389906-3858636961162181338?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3858636961162181338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/brick-by-boring-bricccckk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3858636961162181338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3858636961162181338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/brick-by-boring-bricccckk.html' title='Brick by Boring Bricccckk.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2279246907260918148</id><published>2009-09-30T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:11:43.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in the ass."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Blair Waldorf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl much? Haha. Super adeek na ko sa kanila e. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yooon. la pa rin pasok. super super nakakabore naaaa. Gusto ko na nga pumasok e. Wala lang, gusto ko lang. Gusto ko makakita ng mga tao. Tssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So di talaga nagtetext yung taong yuuun. Edi wag. Haha, problema ba yun. Gagawin ko na lang ang lagi kong ginagawa --&gt; Magpamiss. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmn, la akong masyadong ginagawa dito. pc lang, tapos minsan nuod, minsan din magtext. Umaalis rin kami, pero gusto ko talaga yung roadtrip e, as in yung sa malayo.. WTF, namimiss ko tuloy yung province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun? I mean.. Ayoko ng ganito. Parang nakaka-ano.. Grr. May namimiss ako. :|| Fcccck. Di pwede to. No. No. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na si Enzo. Ilang days pa o. Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang, katamad mag-english. Magpetsoc na lang ako. Pulubi ako dun eehh. :&gt; Haha. Ayuun. Sige. Buh-bye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2279246907260918148?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2279246907260918148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2279246907260918148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2279246907260918148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/lala.html' title='LALA.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2283622129197239325</id><published>2009-09-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:44:29.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I don't want the world to see me, Cause I don't think that they'll understand.</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged about yesterday again! Oh bite me! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day, actually. :) Haha. Had fun with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MENDEL&lt;/span&gt;, yey! We watched&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; The Wizard Of Oz&lt;/span&gt; at Gladys' crib and twas awesome. Man, they have a cool house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so.. I'll try to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Gladys' crib at around.. 12:30. Yeah, that seems right. When I got there, the only people were Annaflor and Gladys herself. I said my greetings to Gladys' mom,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Yes, I'm one polite kid, yo. HAHA.)&lt;/span&gt; Honey was next after me. She wanted me to come with her at SV Montessori for some private things, LOL. after a while, I received a text message from babe (Caryl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Babe..san ka na? 7 11 na kami.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I dragged myself and went to 7-11. Caryl, Paula, Rodel, Marc and Dhyrell were there. So I welcomed them and we went to Gladys' house again. Honey was like bugging me all the time cause she wants me to accompany her. I didn't like the idea at first, because I know I'd just be out of place there, cause she's going to meet a bunch of fourth years and well.. It's kind of awkward for me. I'm a shy person, what the hell! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I had an idea. I wanted to visit Grench cause I had lots of things to report to him. LOL, yeah, report? Haha. Profound much? And his subdivision's just near the Eusebio residence. So I invited Caryl to go with me, and if Paula wants to go with Honey, I told her it's fine with me. But Paula wanted to go with us, so.. Honey was like sobbing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, kidding. She was with a sad face when we left her, but I hope she really understands us. I mean, we couldn't just go around with a bunch of people we hardly know. So.. I wished her goodluck! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Greatwoods&lt;/span&gt; subdivision. Grench's place. I texted him to come out of their house but he was still eating. So we just stayed near their court. After some time, he asked me to ring the doorbell and so I did.. His mom went out, and welcomed us. We went inside, and boom! There were so many saints and holy stuff inside their house, I felt like I was going to burst into flames. HAHA, :D His mom's nice. :) After eating, he went with us because we were supposed to go and follow Honey at SV Montessori. But when we reached the gate of Greatwoods, I was like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do we have to go there in the first place?" &lt;/span&gt;And they agreed. Nyahaha. So we went back and left Grench at their house. Funny thing, we never really had a productive walk. It's mainly nonsense. It's like we just went out of the subdivison and went back again. LOL. Funneeeeehh. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we rode a tricycle to go back to Gladys' place again. There were lots of Mendelites na when we arrived. Great. It was lotsa fun. I was in the mood to make kwentos about the things I know they weren't really interested in. ROFL. But of course, they love it, how I deliver my stories. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel na feel ko kasi&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. So.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we were 23. I think? Cool. Watched The Wizard Of Oz. It's a fun movie, and i'm having positive vibes about it. I didn't like my costume, though. It's so.. puffy, and girly and whatnot. Well I like gowns.. Just that. It's so.. puffy! I'll probably look stupid, but of course.. I'm so used to that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to tell mom about it so that we can ready it now. I don't want to run with those things in the last minute. It's much better to be ready, right? Besides.. the plays only two months away. And I can't help but get excited. Hooraaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max read my inbox and sent items. Darn, he's right. I know. I'm being a little... too.. uhm. what's the word again? Okay, forget about that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know, I shouldn't entertain things as such&lt;/span&gt; but.. I mean, we're friends and that's all! Anyway, I have to like thank Max for a lot of things. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't realize things I really need to think about. Thank you, lande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching, Gladys' mom served us &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Carbonara&lt;/span&gt;! Maaan, it's so delish. We ate and took a couple of pictures after. I was so in the mood that time, despite someone's grumpiness. Damn. If he's not in the mood to text, then he could just tell me, right? I felt really bad. And.. well, yeah. So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to call it a day, and I said goodbye to my classmates. :) Had fun with you guys! Superb. Haha. Caryl, Paula and I were off to SM Molino cause Paula's going to buy an umbrella. Haha, so we went there before I went home. Twas fun. I saw Adi from SSI. :) She's really pretty. And I saw Rollyn too! Who didn't attend the meeting. She said they had some place to go to that's why she wasn't able to attend. And I like looking at her, cause she's wearing violet, and all her stuff, from her toenails to her bag were all violet. Haha, my baby's a violet addict, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Teacher Roda in Tom's World too. We were about to ask her about the suspension of classes but we got shy, so.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, yeah! Good news. No classes til Friday! Darn, isn't this awesome. Have faith! :D Haha, but i've been hearing news about the resume of classes tomorrow? Iono. Hope it isn't true. Please, Mrs. Sese, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.. Haha. After a couple of minutes, we decided to go home. Daarn, we haven't actually bought something. Weird. Haha. But I love hanging out with Caryl and Paula, you know?! They're so funny. Anyway, I went home at about 5:30. Had the chance to go online, and texted until midnight. Daaamn, he's really grumpy and it felt like he wasn't in the mood. So I didn't text him, cause I felt like.. You know, I have to NOT text him. Starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep without replying on Rk's messages. Sorry, Maaan. Oh, and no.. I didn't subscribe to Unyt last night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't in the mood&lt;/span&gt;. Darn. :/&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I removed him on my groups already. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Groups of people whom I send group messages)&lt;/span&gt; And I hope I wouldn't be tempted to put him back again, although I know I will in a matter of time. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had breakfast nor lunch. I'm starving myself. A form of sacrifice, perhaps? Haha. Cheese sticks, anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is where i'll try to end this blog post. Is this long already? I hope so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Back Soon. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- Wendy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2283622129197239325?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2283622129197239325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-cause-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2283622129197239325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2283622129197239325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-cause-i.html' title='And I don&apos;t want the world to see me, Cause I don&apos;t think that they&apos;ll understand.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1292010871352839658</id><published>2009-09-27T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:13:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me plus You. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you people? Really hope everything's fine with all of you, what with all the bad things I've been hearing on the news. It's been days of rain, days of sadness and misery. A lot of things were destroyed and people died. It's just too awful to even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haven't blogged yesterday. But I was actually on the computer for a couple of hours until 11pm, cause bff called again. But this time, we slept at 12am, which was pretty new cause we talked until 3am the last time, and twas awesome. Haha, he's a nice person, i tell you. and super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"matatakutin"&lt;/span&gt; too. And that's funny. I mean he's funny and all. Ugh. Tev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No classes today!&lt;/span&gt; Amazing. I don't know what I did that made God grant my request, but.. I love you God and thank you for hearing me out! Haha, just like what my Clve teacher says, "Have faith." And I did.. see what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;- four days of bliss.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you Lord, thank you so much! :) I deserve this.. no I mean, we do. After all the tiring days at school, this is like.. the cream of the crop or whatever you call it. neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; yesterday/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last night&lt;/span&gt;, LOL. Yesterday morning was quite boring. I watched dvd's/series and then finally had the chance to use the computer. I was using it until night. Grench and me played Jamlegend. And then boom, I texted 222 and found out that I had no load left, but.. funny thing about that is.. I can still send text messages. LMAO. Ferreal. And so I texted bff before he called, and blahblah. so yeah, he called and it's so annoying because the line cuts off frequently. And he would call again and ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G: Bat naputol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W: Kaw kasi e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G: Ako na naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Had pretty cool conversations with him. XD He's a great guy, actually. No wonder girls are so into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, right? Haha, who doesn't? Well, damn. He's just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SsAonVLi63I/AAAAAAAAADI/jX9kw4lLCi0/s1600-h/JustinBieberJustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SsAonVLi63I/AAAAAAAAADI/jX9kw4lLCi0/s200/JustinBieberJustin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386349810500692850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He's HOT, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Enzo probably wants to cut off my head right now for saying this kinda things, but hey! Haha, He's my only one. Yiee, cheezie stuff. Man, makes me wanna gag. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to stop talking about how hot Justin Bieber is. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to register to Unlicalls - Night tonight. And I guess I'll call bff again and scare him to death, wahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SADAKO!&lt;/span&gt; :D funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is done, then?&lt;br /&gt;See ya around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1292010871352839658?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1292010871352839658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-plus-you-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1292010871352839658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1292010871352839658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-plus-you-3.html' title='Me plus You. &lt;3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SsAonVLi63I/AAAAAAAAADI/jX9kw4lLCi0/s72-c/JustinBieberJustin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6205899321090408709</id><published>2009-09-26T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:40:04.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and insecure, You found me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: You found me - The Fray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lazy day, all I did was sleep. I woke up at around 6pm, and was startled to hear bad news about people dealing with flood and other stuff. Even Christine Reyes has her own adversities too. Daaarn it, this is what I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: That's What You Get - Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what to blog about. But, I'm going to give this a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Year Mendel&lt;/span&gt;, my beloved. I love hanging out with them, they make me laugh and makes my day. Aside from Enzo, I would die not seeing them at school. The bondings are just superb. We're all close with Sir Glenn, and I really appreciate all the efforts and care he's been giving us. He's like a second father to us already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out with Paula, Caryl, Max, Czar and Kuya Seph. They're all so fun and wild. But of course, I play no favorites here. They're just the ones I'm usually with during recess or lunch. They're all nice.. and pervs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 days to go before October 4. Wow, it's been 2 months already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now playing: Something - Escape The Fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for October 4. 2 months of bliss already. Whoa, that's fast. Thanks to him, I'd live a life of happiness, hopefully. I didn't even think it'll be him I'll end up with, but it's not impossible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I'm missing First Year Dalton already. All the bondings and stuff. The "barahan" and all. I miss it all. I miss Teacher Johna too. And of course, all of the Daltonians out there! Keep in touch, guys. I'm missing you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: Faint - Linkin' Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public blog&lt;/span&gt;. And I know people are reading my blog, whether I know you or not. Good thing I don't blog about certain people with their names on it. That would probably send me to hell. HAHA, This blog will remain public (I think) for the sake of the stalkers (kidding!), I'm fully aware of what I'm blogging about and they're all clean, and very decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a story, about.. something. I just don't know what it is! Damn. But all I know is, I really want to write a new short story like Until My Heart Bursts. But I don't to write about tragic endings anymore. I want to write about a sad ending, to make people realize that not every endings are happy. Dying is not a happy thing, right? And that's where it all ends. So how can you say it's a happy ending when you actually died in the end? Heh, I don't know. I don't want to write about tragic endings, I DON'T WANT TO! I just want to write about.. maybe something shattering. Like, boy leaving a girl, or vice-versa. Something like that. Heck, I'm a random lil kid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: Taking Back Sunday - You're So Last Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad ferreals. Good thing October 3 is fast approaching. I'm so excited! Hopefully, I'll have Brand New Eyes in my hands and I'll get to watch Boys Like Girls with Katy Perry. I love my dad, HAHA. :)) I'm not bothered by him and mom being separated and all that. I'm used to it. I mean.. It's much better that way than seeing them with flying plates everyday, right? Atleast they can act civil in public. And they're friends. They're always reminding me (even when I was still a kid) that even though they're not together, they love me and that will never change. My mom even assures me that I'm not a -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mistake"&lt;/span&gt;. Well.. My mom annoys me at times. She acts like a teen, and I feel like I'm the old one when we're together. But.. I love her to death, like my dad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: Fidelity - Regina Spektor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It breaks my heeaaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aarrrt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually breaks my heart is the fact that people change as time goes by. You seem to think that you already know the person and then he/she suddenly changes like the weather. And then you'll realize that you don't know him or her anymore, and that you'll have to go back to Step 1 and get to know each other - again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to do something like that. I don't want people to change for the worse. I mean, they can always improve. But I don't like the idea that they're changing because people are telling them to. It's like wearing a mask. You should change, because you want to.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not because people are telling you to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now playing: Miracle - Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've shared some random things already. I think I'll probably go now. Thanks for reading, btw. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6205899321090408709?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6205899321090408709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-and-insecure-you-found-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6205899321090408709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6205899321090408709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-and-insecure-you-found-me.html' title='Lost and insecure, You found me.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7319129368671014496</id><published>2009-09-25T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:34:39.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that I could use somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now Playing: Use Somebody (KoL cover) - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining cats and dogs, and I feel gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to move an inch nor do anything strenuous this day. I just want to kill my time in front of this laptop, download a couple of songs or text. It's soo.. yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 8am, checked my phone. 21 messages all in all. I read all of their Group Messages which contains ramblings about the weather. It's signal number 1, I guess. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just noticed, it's 12:22 pm already (got my eyes on the right clock of this laptop) and well.. The mighty sun's absent, or maybe.. asleep? It's so dark! Darn. It doesn't seem like an afternoon at all. Haven't thought about the idea of living in Forks but now it seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about doing some literary works next month; October. Well basically, October's a very special month for me. It's a memorable month. Haha, I'm totally kidding! I just like the sound of the month, I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;.. It sounds so jaded and melancholic. Or maybe I'm just influenced by Evanescence's song called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"October&lt;/span&gt;". Oh what the hell, this doesn't make any sense. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I want to go out even if it's raining. I want to play in the rain! :) Like what I'm always doing when I was just a kid. Or.. yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what to blog about. I miss the province, ferreaaals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be back later, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7319129368671014496?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7319129368671014496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-that-i-could-use-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7319129368671014496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7319129368671014496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-that-i-could-use-somebody.html' title='You know that I could use somebody.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4045367245962020416</id><published>2009-09-25T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:17:20.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere weaknesses are strength.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not a random day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP day, we were tasked to wear the "kasuotang pinoy", that's what they call it, I think. LOL. Yeah, so I wore this annoying outfit, because it looks like a Filipiniana but to tell you the truth, it really isn't. I wore my favorite black dress and snatched a Filipiniana over all on my mom's closet. I looked like a grandmother, for Chrissakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the court, Wrenzo and Max were as startled as I was when I first saw myself in the mirror this morning. Honestly, I looked like shit. But they were telling me that I looked nice, Max even told me that I looked Hot. Is it my fault that my figure's like this? Heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the usual routine before the assembly. I was in the bleachers with my batchmates and Dan was teasing me to death! Haha, he was telling me that my outfit looked like tablecloth and that I really looked like a gramma. Dan says funny stuff, honestly, but I still tell him he's corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate seeing girls wearing malong when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they can do so much better&lt;/span&gt;! :) There are lots of pretty girls in the batch, to tell you the truth. But they just don't do extra effort for themselves. Seriously, I like make up now. Haha, not the "vain" ones, but the weird ones. Like maybe.. a green eyeliner or something. It looks cool. :D Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but that's another story&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the bleachers and I got irritated at Francis. Daaamn, haha. He's finding ways to annoy me. Whether it's by "barahan" means or what. I don't even know why I still consider him my friend, but yes... He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my locker after the assembly. Enzo was there, he was with me. YEY! :D I felt happy. And Bff was there too. LOL. :) Hell, He's statuesque figure amazes me, until now. But..&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love my Enzo e ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA. AP time was fun! Maan, I totally love the fashion show. I laughed at what Rodel and I were doing. "Hinaharass mo si Rodel!" Was all Sir Glenn said followed by his and my classmates laugh. :D We were runner ups in the Miss and Mr. Kasuotang Pinoy and Paula and Max won. I am so proud of the two of them! :) Two of my best friends in Mendel, haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda went random after that. Got a perfect score in the quiz in Filipino, hmm.. Laughed out loud during TLE, because of Dhyrell. :D My stomach ached after that. I was laughing cause Argie pulled off Dhyrell's soldering pen from the socket/outlet without him knowing, and he was still using it, without knowledge of what Argie did. So I was laughing because of his face, which looked like he's taking a dump, while using the pen with his PCB. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E was okay, Kuya Seph's bugging me, LOL :D and Wilson's stepping on my feet, because we were practicing the basic step on a dance, I just forgot what kind of dance it was. Okaaay, so blame me now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early dismissed, at exactly 3:50. :D Went to my locker, and then to the bleachers with Angel (Reggie) talked about things I wasn't actually glad to find out. But.. Haha, what can I do? I don't make decisions for that person, he has his own mind already. The heck, I promise not to waste my time for him, starting, 3..2..1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I called Joshua&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (First Year)&lt;/span&gt;. I was fooling around with him, along with my friends when he suddenly said something.. Boom! Koko Krunch. Damn, I was so embarrased! But It felt funny, so I laughed and laughed. :) Joshua's a funny person for reaaaal. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 days to go before October 4. YEY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One heck of a blog post, nyahaha. :D I love you, you reader!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4045367245962020416?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4045367245962020416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/somewhere-weaknesses-are-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4045367245962020416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4045367245962020416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/somewhere-weaknesses-are-strength.html' title='Somewhere weaknesses are strength.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7466134147576960936</id><published>2009-09-24T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:25:26.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple stuff makes me happy. :)</title><content type='html'>Hindi ako nakapagblog kahapon, tungkol sa recollection. Masaya siya, pramis. Siguro nga, ito yung pinaka valuable, memorable at most treasured na recollection ko buong buhay ko. HAHA. :) Hindi puro drama, repentance and same kind of stuff. Super fun, super cool, at dami ring aral na matututunan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with is.. Yung place. Ang ganda, super solemn and all. Perfect nga siya, tsaka ang linis. Maaliwalas tignan, kaya ayun. :) Maganda yung atmosphere and it will really set your mood happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, yung speaker. He's brother Obet. Super cool! As in, I like listening attentively to him. I would blink once in a while, and I never yawned even just once. Super attentive din ng buong batch, as from what I've observed. Ang galing. Marami akong natutunan from him. I like the idea din kasi na, he's not afraid to share his experiences to us. Hindi niya nililimit yung sarili niya, kumbaga. Kasi nilulugar niya rin sarili niya sa'min, and that's one thing that I really like about him. Sana, yung iba din may natutunan. HAHA. LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Annaflor, Paula and Caryl. My apol, hun and babe. :) Apat kami dun sa upuan sa may chapel. Tapos ang lamig pa. :D Pero tolerable rin naman siya, kahit papaano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya nung break, kasi super pikchuran with Mendel. :D Kung anu-anong pinag-gagagawa. Ang saya rin makahalubilo yung ibang batchmates, kasi wala lang, ang saya lang talaga nila kasama! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were given time to hug our friends,&lt;/span&gt; :) And I did. Nung una, akala ko di talaga ako iiyak. Pero nung nakita ko sila Czar, Che.. My best of friends. Naiyak na ako. Ewan ko ba, namiss ko lang din ata talaga yung Dalton. Pero sabi nga ni brother Obet, move on daw. Anak ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move on&lt;/span&gt; naman kasi e. Isa sa problema ko sa buhay. It would take me a gazillion years to move on. Haha, Ask Max. He knows every single thing. :) Right, lande?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Leave that topic aside, Sarap pala ng feeling no. Wala lang. HAHA. Secret. BLEH :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super parinig kay Teacher Michelle nung uwian na, "Cher, magkakasakit ata ako! Ehem ehem! Sana rest day!" Pero wala e.. Pumasok pa rin kami the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang sobrang sleepy ko talaga. Tapos nung pag-punta ko ng bleachers nung umaga, sumenyas si Dan, palitan ko daw pwesto niya kasi nakahiga sa kanya si Rk, edi pinalitan ko. Yun, higa siya. Tapos ako rin naantok, as in sobraa. Kakapagod kasi e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya naman tong araw na to, syempre. Haha, basta makasama lang Mendel, k na ko dun. :D Ayun, si Teacher Michelle pinuri yung batch. :) Natuwa naman kaming lahat, kakaflatter kasi. tapos nung Bio! Haha, aynako. Nagalaw ko ata yung aircon, pero di ko naman sinasadya! Todo asar tuloy sila, haha. Nasira ko daw siya. Lalo na si Sir Jian! Haha. Angkurni e. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health, perfect ko yung quiz. HAHA, :D Parepareho ng score e. Kakatuwa. (evil smirk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE, gawa ng project. Saya naman, na nakakabanas. Nababanas ako sa project ko :| HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang ata. XD HAHA. Tapos yun, uwian rin. Absent nga pala si ano ngayon. Nakakalungkot. Dami tuloy umeepal na lalaki saken, bwiset! Haha. Joke lang. HAHA, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alam ko namang pogi ako e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Joshua (first year :]) Nahihiya pang lapitan si ano. HAHA, torpe talaga. Naman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang. Yess, taglish! Pogi. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7466134147576960936?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7466134147576960936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-stuff-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7466134147576960936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7466134147576960936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/simple-stuff-makes-me-happy.html' title='Simple stuff makes me happy. :)'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6292873743139299088</id><published>2009-09-22T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:25:19.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LESSON. :)</title><content type='html'>Careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-iingat kasi tayo sa pinagboblog. Dapat hindi na siguro lumaki yung issue kung hindi nagname ng names. Wag kasi ganun. One rule in this cyber world we're all in, lalo na sa blogging.. NEVER MENTION NAMES. Kasi tignan niyo, type niyo lang yung name niyo sa google or yahoo or any search bar, and poof! Matutuklasan na ang kung anu-ano. It shouldn't have been like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana rin, hindi ako nadamay no. Kasi.. Malinis po ang blog ko. Never akong nag-mention ng pangalan kasi alam kong mangyayari't mangyayari rin yan. Maiintindihan naman siguro, kung rude or bitter yung mga pinagsusulat. Kasi not all of us naman are capable of expressing our feelings verbally. I mean, honestly speaking.. I'm not good at it either. Kasi ako, sa poems at stories ko dinadaan yung nararamdaman ko. And yes, super nakakagaan ng feeling yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll ever read this. Please. :) Kindly.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean my name&lt;/span&gt;. It might not sound like it but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite affected&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, oo. Nagboblog din ako ng hindi kanaisnais minsan, pero good thing naman, kasi I don't mention names. Sana matandaan mo yan. And I hope this will be a lesson learned, not only to you. Kung hindi pati na rin sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despite this.. I still salute you, for standing up for yourself and for not letting anyone step unto you. But still, I hope you already learned something valuable with this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as for my friends, who got hurt and felt like they were stabbed at the back, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgive na lang po.&lt;/span&gt; I know that sorry can't change the fact that you've been hurt, pero you can only be forgived if you try doing so. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sana, maging maayos na kayo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May naiipit din kasi dito e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving mom the silent treatment. :| Haha, tampo lang konti. Hopefully, matatapos na rin. I can't afford to hate my mom. :D haha, really???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reco na bukas. HAHA, di ko kayang maging pure ang isip. dunununun, XD tapos.. dinidysmenorrhea pa ko. walanjo naman o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to think about anything to blog about. i'll be back laterrrrrrr, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6292873743139299088?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6292873743139299088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6292873743139299088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6292873743139299088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/lesson.html' title='A LESSON. :)'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7506242892134190128</id><published>2009-09-20T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:56:22.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think straight as of the moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can this get any worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so.. i'm being a little exaggerated. I don't actually feel like a hundred hollow blocks fell right through me and therefore ruined the hell out of me, but.. I just feel like i'm shattered.. or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating my mom. For real.. And no.. I won't reveal anymore of anything. I just.. want to.. keep quiet and keep my thoughts to myself, I guess. I'm just giving you a clue as to what's been happening to me recently. And this is.. for the most part,  the worst thing that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COULD HAVE HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*enlightens*&lt;/span&gt; there is always a good news! And.. I'm going to watch Katy Perry with Boys Like Girls here in Manila with dad! Haha, I still can't believe it.. For real. It'll be fun! Haha, my dad's like the coolest, for me.. He hangs out with me without having to worry of what others might think, and I feel the same way. It's like I'm just hanging out with my bestfriend. Maybe before the concert, I'd get to convince dad to buy me Paramore's new album, Brand New Eyes by then. Honestly.. I think.. No need to convince him about that. I'm sure he will. :) I mean.. He knows how much I love Paramore (he just saw my Paramore pin-up poster in my room) and all I can ever blab about whenever I'm with him is how awesome Hayley Williams is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guys.. have you checked out there "Use Somebody" cover? It's the coolest.. Check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXk_KVNfInU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LMAO when I saw my gramma dancing Nobody by Wondetgirls. Like.. I just wanna die when I saw her, it looked funny. HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Enzo.. Heck. Wish I could hang out with him. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally loved Friday! For real.. Haha, We only had two subjects and I felt like we're college students already! And as usual.. I effin' loathe Math!! I should get a monkey to tutor me.. I'm the dumbest kid when it comes to numbers.. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's a hot evening in here.. I never even thought i'd say this.. But I want it to rain now, really hard. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, with so much love and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;-wendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7506242892134190128?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7506242892134190128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-think-straight-as-of-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7506242892134190128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7506242892134190128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-think-straight-as-of-moment.html' title='I can&apos;t think straight as of the moment.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6374286748162153306</id><published>2009-09-15T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:20:42.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, I AM STILL IN HIATUS.</title><content type='html'>Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yeah. I am so back! No, wait. Na-uh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still not.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I'm just researching about our homework in P.E and I felt like blogging, because.. I miss it for reals. xD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as you might have noticed, I don't go online that much now. Seriously, man. My face is not in front of the computer these days. And you're asking why? Haha, of course.. I have to bury my face in my school books and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; STUDY&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, you read it right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's been putting a lot of pressure in me. I mean, she's saying stuff like.. I really have to study and be an awardee now because It will never be the same anymore if I don't. I actually don't get it, but.. ugh. Nevermind. Bottomline is: I have to be an awardee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efff. Screw that. It's not that I don't want to be one. I mean of course! Who wouldn't want to be an awardee, right? It's just that.. I don't want to feel like a lot of people are depending on me. It's not exactly like that... But why am I feeling like it is? F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have loads of things to do, seriously. I actually feel like my mind's undergoing a big maelstrom right now and I feel like I'm already forgetting the concept of breathing. I am so loaded with stuff to do! We still have to finish the script in ELA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT EFFIN' SCRIPT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, haven't told you yet, right? Anastasia's been changed to Wizard Of Oz. And boy, am I glad about that! No offense to those Anastasia fan girls.. Just that, I really find it boring, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Downside of that is, we only have two months to prepare before the play! And we still haven't watched the whole movie yet! Oh we will.. This Monday, i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glinda&lt;/span&gt;, the good witch of the north. HAHA, But I really want a bitchy role. HAHA, someone I can truly relate to, I guess? Neh, not kidding with that. (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The fire and earthquake drill. We had three drills today, two of which were totally tiring! And the first one was the worst! My shoe was.. decapitated. LOL, kidding! Oh well, Annaflor tripped over me when we were panicking that time, and.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well you get the picture na&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA, i won't buy a new one, i'll probably just go to a shoe repair shop or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me again about why I'm still blogging when the truth is, we have three quizzes tomorrow? LOL, haha. All right. Probably because I really missed you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I miss my ONLINE LIFE. my ONLINE FRIENDS. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MMP&lt;/span&gt; family. :( I feel sad about that. Good thing cellphones were invented. Gee. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is where it ends. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6374286748162153306?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6374286748162153306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-am-still-in-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6374286748162153306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6374286748162153306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-am-still-in-hiatus.html' title='YES, I AM STILL IN HIATUS.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4961342891100917947</id><published>2009-09-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:14:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess?</title><content type='html'>Well hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes got suspended at 4pm, an hour earlier than our usual dismissal time. Pretty cool. Played volleyball with Aj and the girls, haha. I am soooo laughing at myself right now! My service sucks at times. Serves me right for not attending the Vbol club anymore. HAHA, guess I deserve it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math, man. Seriously. FTW! I failed in the seatwork &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; the quiz. I am so frustrated. This is like, the hardest lesson I've ever encountered in the number field, (LOL, number field, now where did I just get that?) But I'll get over it, hopefully. Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friendship (Jen Riel) was fooling around first thing in the morning. Told me stuff that I hardly believed in. But it's just that, what If I'm the most naive person in the world and I chose to believe in the lies he fed me? That would totally destroy us. Me, and him. So, haha. Freaaakin' sucker! He was asking for forgiveness for a trillion times, and I was just letting it all pass by, but I will forgive him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had that Science thingy in the rooftop, and I was just laughing all through out, and I kept on saying, "Amaaazzzzing!" even though I didn't really get nor absorbed the information the guide's been feeding on our minds. I don't know why. This is weird. Yeaah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.. Just think, that me and Grench are going to enter that contest thing. LOL, silly! I don't even know how that thing goes. I don't know the themes and stuff. Like, hell. Haha, but yes. I will enter the contest. :) I guess - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lande (Max) had this fruitful conversation again. DAMN IT, why is he always right? I'm so sick of this. I think I actually cried, small tears. I don't know what's going on with my heart. LOL, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is exactly going on with my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I GTG, I just left the laptop on my room, and I wanna play sims na. LOL. Okayy, BRB sooner than you think I will. Haha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's just pretend that makes sense okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4961342891100917947?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4961342891100917947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4961342891100917947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4961342891100917947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess.html' title='I guess?'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-7466644194716990420</id><published>2009-09-06T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:35:29.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye know Ye love me. :D</title><content type='html'>Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored.. and wait, I said BORED already right? Haha, yeaaaah like, 5 times? Go figure. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo bored. I wanna do something productive like maybe, wash the dishes or clean my room. But when I try to on the faucet, or to even get a sweeper, laziness is suddenly ruling over me. That's just sad. I feel like a sloth. Hoho. Sloth, slut? Haha. Both? :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write a poem for him, well I did, but I think it seems crappy. Haha, so I haven't finished it yet. And that's just absurd, cause I frequently finish my literary works on time, but I don't know what's gotten into me nor into my system. I feel useless. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded a lot of cellphone themes awhile ago. And I forgot the site at first, and I had to like.. GM it and when I did, there were a lot of responses! Bff and the others told me to get themes at zedge.net and ownskins.com and so I did. My current cellphone theme is Gossip girl. Oh hell yeah. Gossip girl addiction again? Well it seems like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No classes tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt; Haha, and who doesn't want that? It's cold, and when I woke up, I didn't even want to move an inch, because it's cold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nga&lt;/span&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a test in Facebook awhile ago, the "What type of movie kiss are you?" and the result was, The Notebook kiss a.k.a the "under the rain kiss" which was my.. dream? LOL. I don't know, I find it sweet. Me and lande (max) talked about that last week, and he was like.. "For real? You really want that type of kiss?" and I said, "Yeah sure, it seems sweet and unique and memorable." Mind it - I said that with a grin on my face. HAHA. So he told me that he'll talk to him about that, and yeaaah. He did. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, baby Ashleigh's so cute. Haha, she always cries whenever she feels that her mom isn't there. She can't live without her mom's presence. But she loves to play with me, she actually likes me and doesn't cry when I carry her. Does that mean that I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby-magnet&lt;/span&gt;? LOL. Haha, I love babies to deaaaath. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is enough?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-7466644194716990420?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7466644194716990420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/ye-know-ye-love-me-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7466644194716990420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/7466644194716990420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/ye-know-ye-love-me-d.html' title='Ye know Ye love me. :D'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8362261789786844723</id><published>2009-09-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:31:01.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I feel happy amidst the cold weather today. Really now, it's kinda something! I feel wretched and sleepy due to the weather. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to MOA earlier. I don't know what happened but my mom bought me a new phone! Darn it. Haha, it's Nokia 6500 slide. Pretty slick, haha. And quite stylish for me. :D Too bad they're out of xpressmusic. That's my dream phone, haha. :D Soooo, yep. They bought me the phone and we had our groceries and stuff, and mom bought me a SUN sim for my other phone. :) Can you believe that? Haha. Cooool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Ashleigh's here, she's so adorable. No wait, capital A - Adorable. I love talking to her even though I can't decipher her words. She's so cute. Haha, XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much interesting going on. I feel so... sleepy. though I hafta watch Banana Split. Nyahaha. No classes on Monday, again! Awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8362261789786844723?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8362261789786844723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8362261789786844723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8362261789786844723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1813636360360655710</id><published>2009-09-03T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:11:40.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Do What They Want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now playing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls Do What They Want - The Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jampacked with things to do. I haven't even done my homework in Math and the writing folio in ELA. LOL, haha. I feel okay, though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never knew why so much can happen in just a day&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed my heart out when we had our class in HEALTH. we were talking about breasts and stuff. Yeaah, perv? Haha, I'd be lying if I tell you i'm not. So, yeah. We were talking about basically breastfeeding and stuff. You know, haha. Those kind of stuff. Kinda makes you wanna gag, doesn't it? Haha, It's part of the lesson, and we were asking Teacher Kathryn things with regards to the topic. And of course, who doesn't want to hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"inside"&lt;/span&gt; jokes cracked by my classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have noticed, I haven't posted an entry or two this week. Well, I'm still not sure. But yeah, kinda busy now. And.. actually, to be honest, I love it. :) It's an opportunity for me to do my best this quarter. Or yeaah, like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I was chosen to play the role of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the grandmother of Anastasia&lt;/span&gt; in our ELA week. LOL, i'll play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the role of an empress&lt;/span&gt; for Chrissakes! And that actually amazes me. I hafta act like a queen now, though... And that would be hard but.. I'll do my best. :) Haha, Honey's playing Anastasia by the way. She totally deserves it! She's like..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so perv na now&lt;/span&gt;, haha. Peace, pulot. She's influenced by us. :D Just imagine our seating arrangement. I'm in front of Honey and Max is beside me, with Caryl in front of us. And Kevin and Bj too! Ang Mark! Hell. Haha, and there's Czar and Paulo at the back which makes it even worse! So now you have a clue on how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RETARD &lt;/span&gt;we are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our script's done! Hell yeah. We'll try to rock this out this time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's pushing me to do this blog.. Tomorrow's our first! And I haven't even beautify-ed my gift yet. Sloth is attacking me. :( But I will finish it before tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Friday Mass too. Nyeh. Haha, XD nothing exciting.. Oh wait, there is. :D The Recollection, which is worth a dime &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(550 philippine peso)&lt;/span&gt;. At first, I though T.Michelle was really serious about the recollection being held at the AVR. I mean... C'mon! Where's the fun in that! But then, she was like.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I was totally kidding!"&lt;/span&gt; And told us that it'll be in Tagaytay. COOOL! :) and it'll be an all-batch kinda thing and that's what's making it cooler. XD For me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... I've shared more than enough for now. :) Haha, I'm still in the state of "what-the-fffff" because of the letter he left in my locker. It sent me shivering and smiling. WTH, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Do What They Want&lt;/span&gt; - The Maine. They're like a crossbreed of the band Boys Like Girls and Mayday Parade. Still ain't sure. Imma sucker with these things. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta! Loads to do, imma go now. XD&lt;br /&gt;Mom's asleep all day! Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1813636360360655710?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1813636360360655710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-do-what-they-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1813636360360655710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1813636360360655710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-do-what-they-want.html' title='Girls Do What They Want.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3438019052456953074</id><published>2009-08-31T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:50:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amaazzzinggg.</title><content type='html'>School day tomorrow. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Honestly. A three day break isn't enough for me. But, haha. What can I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That CLVE thing. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Whatever that thing is, for what it's worth.. I'm going to pass that darn thing. Well, I have to. I feel obliged to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELA thing.&lt;/span&gt; I'm the scriptwriter, and one of the main directors. Kind of a heavy duty, right? I don't really care, I just want this to be a nice presentation. Of course, who doesn't want that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Effin girl. &lt;/span&gt;I don't know what's gotten into me but I just bashed around someone. And.. I find it awesome. LOL yeaah, i'm such a btccchh. :D Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No updaatess XD be back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3438019052456953074?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3438019052456953074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/amaazzzinggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3438019052456953074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3438019052456953074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/amaazzzinggg.html' title='Amaazzzinggg.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2239312828943173208</id><published>2009-08-30T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:11:00.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYEAAA.</title><content type='html'>Neeeh. Long weekend! Yes yes yes! I deserve this DAAAAMN hohooho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - &gt; Florante at Laura day. Haha. Bitin. Di ko siya trip. Buti na lang may kissing scene, LOL. dun lang ako naaliw e. WTFWTFF I sound like some kindaaa perv. Haha. well yeah, yun. Mas masaya pa sa van! Sakit ng tiyan ko kakatawa e. Tas yun, nagstarbucks kami, tas nagliwaliw kami ni babe at hun. Sayaa nga e. :) Nung pag-uwi, saya sa van, tapos nag-commute kami. Dami namin e, nilakad na naman yung gate ng TCW, parang nagiging hobby ko na to a. XD haha. :) Kasama ko siyaa. Oyeee. Tapos yun.. si Sir Marvin yung kasama ko umuwi kasi pareho kami ng way, dami rin niyang naishare na stuff about him, his girlfriend, and his profession as well. Somehow, what he told me, i mean all of those things he told me, naiintindihan ko na siya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - &gt; Walang nangyari. Kaen lang ng kaen. Nuod ako ng Push, tas BOF. Basta DVD marathon. Korni nga e. Nothing interesting. Kakabagot. Pero atleast diba? Narelax mind ko kahit papaano. Tapos yun.. :) Wala pa rin si gramma. Yung laptop miss ko na. Kaso, sabog naman wifi namen! Bastos. Natamaan ng kidlat. Amfness. Haha. Kapag minamalas nga naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - &gt; Bumili kami ng DVDs, para bukas marathon na naman ulit ako. Yun lang naman so faar, bow. HAHAHA. Sarap manuod ng Gossip Girl. :) Ang cute ni Chuck! Ang boring pa rin talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I'm into? i'm intooo.. bashing! LOL, nagmamaldita sa TG. Nakakainis talaga mga tao dun. Mga.. ewan. Kiddos? I mean, magmamaldita ako. Sobraaa. Idol ko si Ate Katoots, at si Charii Istarpishiee at si Cj. :) HAHA. Justice for ate Katoots! Oye. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2239312828943173208?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2239312828943173208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyeaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2239312828943173208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2239312828943173208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/boyeaaa.html' title='BOYEAAA.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4350811058009825065</id><published>2009-08-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:15:18.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGHH.</title><content type='html'>Everything's changing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New seating arrangement, new seatmate, new problems, new quarter, new school works.. I hate change. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new seatmate is Max. And Angelo. So far I've got cool and energetic seatmates. They're so perv. LOL. and atleast I enjoy their company. But I really miss my 1st quarter cheatmates. Reaalllyy. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems? Pshyeaaa. I hate my mom for not living by her word. For always making promises that don't really come true. Always making "paasa" me with everything. And she doesn't really know it, but deep inside, i'm really hurt. I mean, who wants to wait in vain for nothing, right? And now.. Swear I'm not expecting anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New quarter. 2nd quarter. I don't really know what to expect. And yes, I don't want to expect anything anymore because I'm afraid that the outcome wouldn't meet with my expectations. But I am going to do my best now. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's absent. I'm so sad. And I haven't had the chance to talk to him. He went offline suddenly, without saying anything but sorry. Guess there was some kind of emergency or something. I don't really want to make a big fuss about it, but... I don't know. Guess I just miss him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no classes tomorrow! Yey! :D But shit, got loads of school works due on Thursday. Damnit. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we'll watch Florante At Laura in SM Southmall. Nyeheheh. Hope we'll have fun. And.. I really hope I could spend some time with him and my friends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is... an immense sh*t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4350811058009825065?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4350811058009825065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/ughh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4350811058009825065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4350811058009825065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/ughh.html' title='UGHH.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3798161741487145528</id><published>2009-08-24T04:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:07:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I didn't have this kind of life.</title><content type='html'>I just couldn't stand seeing my mom's face.. I feel like she's hurt so much people already.. okay, not much. but still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.. I feel as though I'm older than her.. She doesn't even get me, and doesn't even spare time to hear about what I have to say.. I don't get her.. I hate it.. Sometimes i want to shout right in front of her and tell her what I really think about what her doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, and I feel like crying again.. I feel like my whole world is falling apart.. Lord, give me wisdom, please? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3798161741487145528?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3798161741487145528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-didnt-have-this-kind-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3798161741487145528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3798161741487145528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-didnt-have-this-kind-of-life.html' title='I wish I didn&apos;t have this kind of life.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-3641281869571002724</id><published>2009-08-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:36:27.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALL BASH.</title><content type='html'>Busy day. I actually have loads of things to share... But, if you only know how sleepy I am right now.. You would understand, right? I was just blogging because I felt like I have to share something, at the very least.. I hate seeing the battery level in the right side of this laptop.. 15 minutes to go and i'm off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so everyone knows how much I love to eat, right? Piggin' out is my hobby.. I ate a lot of foodddd, XD I have to gain weight! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt upset.. I was slowly hurting him.. It sucks. I feel guilty. I mean, I should've known it from the start. But It's just that.. I didn't think it would be a big issue. :( What am I going to do with my guy friends? They like.. own a piece of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But of course, HE owns the half of me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn.. I'm sick.. I feel like fainting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping, and be present in a sweet dream, where in worries are not allowed.. I just don't want to think that, I'm slowly losing myself in this situation. I have to get rid of this out of my system because it won't do me well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. there was this conversation with Bi.. that I would never share. Curious? No, not a chance. I'm sorry. Well I was just sharing that the convo I had with Bi was very... sensitive. I have to find myself. I have to find out what I really want. fast. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-3641281869571002724?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3641281869571002724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/wall-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3641281869571002724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/3641281869571002724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/wall-bash.html' title='WALL BASH.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1366742824106567013</id><published>2009-08-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:03:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart has never been this open.</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to blog yesterday. Truth is, I felt lazy, :) But I was in a good mood, though. Haha, :D Watched UP with friends and him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Math and TLE test yesterday. Math 1 was pretty easy, LOL except for the graphing part. Damn, I forgot how to do that! So I just.. guessed. Haha. :D The test in TLE was quite easy too. Quite! I'm not sure with what I was doing in the problem solving, really. But that's okay. Part 2 was okay, I had a blank (well, not really) part. And it was number 8! Haha. I just wrote the first step, so atleast I have 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went out the campus with friends. Daaaamn we're so many. :) Haha, and rode a jeepney and went to the mall and watched UP. Okay, so I feel lazy to elaborate more. But bottomline: He just made me happy :) and guess that's what matters, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seriously describe the feeling. But.. okay, imma give this a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's always a time in life where in you think your whole world is falling apart, right? When everything turns to dust and you're left with nothing but your jaded self. And you seem to think there's no hope to grab on, but suddenly.. someone suddenly comes into your life, grabs a scotch tape, and heals your broken heart. Well I'm currently feeling something like that. And I know I deserve him. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to elaborate what I'm feeling. I might have failed but.. I know you get the picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy happy birthday to my bestfriend, Mikee, by the way. I love her to death! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1366742824106567013?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1366742824106567013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-has-never-been-this-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1366742824106567013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1366742824106567013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-has-never-been-this-open.html' title='My heart has never been this open.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8000569360481434604</id><published>2009-08-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T04:32:03.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the day: wretched and nausea.</title><content type='html'>I feel... wretched. I need rest. I need sleep. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AYBAGS&lt;/span&gt; seriously annoy the hell out of me. I look like some kind of a sullen, jaded kid. If you know exactly what I mean. And it's not cool, you know? I was never a fan of emo people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test in Filipino was nerve-wracking. I felt nauseous and I thought I was going to vomit right then and there. Well, truth is. I wasn't really feeling well the whole time. I would fake a smile or two just to make people think I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part I despised in the test in AP was the Etnolinggwistiko thingy. I haven't really read anything about it in the book, because I wasn't informed earlier about it being included in the test. So.. screw that. Had blank spaces. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in Business Math? Haha. I didn't study. I don't know. I just felt like there's no point in doing so because I really can't understand it. I mean, I know the formulas and the likes. I just don't know how to do it the right way. Screw that. Heh. Let's just wish for a miracle. If there is any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can go tomorrow. Well, I have smooth plans. So I guess I can. Let's just see about that. Haha, fingers crossed? I badly want to be with him :) And of course, with my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I was doodling with my beloved other half awhile ago. :D Twas fun. :) I love him so. Haha, nyeeeh cheesy! Bheibiiii &lt;3 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote that one out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SoviSLQsZkI/AAAAAAAAADA/r-DttSohAQw/s1600-h/ily.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SoviSLQsZkI/AAAAAAAAADA/r-DttSohAQw/s200/ily.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371635782457779778" 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/8556600534252389906-8000569360481434604?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8000569360481434604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-of-day-wretched-and-nausea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8000569360481434604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8000569360481434604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-of-day-wretched-and-nausea.html' title='word of the day: wretched and nausea.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/SoviSLQsZkI/AAAAAAAAADA/r-DttSohAQw/s72-c/ily.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4544163125093419915</id><published>2009-08-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:03:08.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 3. I felt weird, even before I fell asleep. Guess the caffeine's kicking in, huh? Had coffee while I was studying, and then I found it hard to sleep after. Haha, For real. I really felt weird last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid internet. I had a weak connection last night when I went online. And then before I knew it, the connection just... disappeared or what. Even on gramma's laptop. Neh, must be the dsl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaa, O_O I'm hungry. Haha, I've always been. Whaaadyaa think? I never get fat though. And that's scary. I might have a disease or something. Haha, nahh. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the time here in my blog's incorrect. As you can see in my previous blogs, it was as if I was blogging at dawn or during midnights. But I'm not. Haha, might fix this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess drinking coffee was a bad idea after all, I guess. :\&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I feel really... energized? I can't seem to find the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and It struck me earlier, We've been together for two weeks already yesterday. :D Am I correct? Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:07 am already. Geez, been online for a while. Hafta go shower. Should I wear P.E?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4544163125093419915?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4544163125093419915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/caffeine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4544163125093419915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4544163125093419915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-1193587541739827086</id><published>2009-08-18T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:31:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming. I'm coming.</title><content type='html'>Hey, back to blogging again. Yeah, I know it's Exams week but I am soooo bored that's why I feel like blogging. And hey, don't even get me started with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"aren't-you-gonna-study?!"&lt;/span&gt; sermon like my mom does, because I will... Probably later. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, changed my blog skin. It took me hours to find a cool skin and.. I think so far, this is pretty cool. Haha, never really had a lot of problems in changing the contents and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went fine. The test in Bio was like.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whoa?! O_O"&lt;/span&gt; I was like, biting my fingertips as I was reading the questions cause It was so hard! There were easy parts, but of course, there were also the ones where in you have to like drain your mind because it was so hard. I wish I'll get a good score. I hope so. But I'm feeling hopeless. Soo... Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodluck with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilled with my friends earlier. I miss them so. :) They were asking me to come with them on 21, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because there will be no classes by then. Ninoy Aquino day? Not sure.)&lt;/span&gt; They're going to MOA to watch UP in IMAX with Matt. (Oh mii shiaat, dude.. I miss Matt. For real.) But I really think I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad. Darn it. I seriously want to come with them. It's just that.. We'll be having our House blessing this Saturday and I think gramma won't allow me and my butt to go and hang out with them while they're being busy for the preparations and stuff. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good thing about that is, I think I'll be with some of my other friends on Thursday. And with Enzo too! Yey :D Haha. We'll watch a movie and probably just chill out and celebrate because the week of reckoning is finally over! Haha. Dream on, Kid. You still have two days to go, and that sucks. :|| Bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, My dear friends, (Jelyn, Chelda, Jerome, Czar, Matt) &lt;- Have fun! ^^ Shit happens, ya know. :) Maybe next time. I promise :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad awhile ago. Took a long time before we were dismissed. So he was waiting and.. I dunno. I feel guilty for some reason. So when we were dismissed, I put my Health and Computer books in my locker and went off with Kuya Seph, we were heading for the court. And when I went there, he was already leaving. I was missing him the whole time. :| But I am starting to forget about that. I know that we're not going to be together always. Geez, I have to accept that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Computer and Health were easy. Well yeah, because I studied. This is what I like about studying. Better yet, this is the ONLY thing I like about studying. You get high grades! LOL. But aside from that... Neh. It's still lame and time-consuming. :D But I think imma make that my hobby from now on. Studyyyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I had an "okay" day. It could've been better, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here? Three cheers for sweet revenge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wendy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-1193587541739827086?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1193587541739827086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/homecoming-im-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1193587541739827086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/1193587541739827086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/homecoming-im-coming.html' title='Homecoming. I&apos;m coming.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6772629446630512808</id><published>2009-08-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:39:42.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan ko lang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st day of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos naman. mukhang line of 8 lang ako sa ELA. tae, panira ng record e. e kasi naman, yung di ko pinag-aralan, yun pa lumabas! dedo tuloy ako nung nagsasagot. parang.. wala lang, taga-ibang bundok. di pa kami makapag-wifi at bluetooth (kopyahan) nila paula kasi ang higpit ni sir glenn. pero okay lang yun! atleast.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung clve, okay lang naman. di ko masyado nasagutan ng mabuti yung essay. tinatamad na kasi ako at inaantok. pero.. basta yun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero promise, titino na ako bukas. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, ako naglead ng prayer kanina. saya e. akalain mo yun, di ako nasunog? haha. ang saya talaga. tapos.. uh.. tapos na. \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-aaral pa pala ako. at kachat ko siya ngayon! wipeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;he'll read this. i know ^^ ILOVEYOU ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bago pa ako lamunin ng mga langgam dito.. at sobrang antok na ko dahil umuulan. masama din medyo pakiramdam ko. di gumagana enervon saken. saklap talaga. kala ko ba more energy mas happy? pweh. haha.. kalokohan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana makapagcommute ako ulet kasama si mikee. kahit ang taray ng babaeng yun! mahal ko kaya yun. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun o. hindi na english. tinatamad nga kasi ako. at.. di ko alam kung saan na direksyon ng buhay ko ngayon. basta anjan siya, mga kaibigan ko na bangag, family ko.. ayos na. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ko na lang.. oras para mag-ayos ng nakaraan. :)&lt;br /&gt;maaayos din to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy, :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6772629446630512808?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6772629446630512808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/ewan-ko-lang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6772629446630512808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6772629446630512808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/ewan-ko-lang.html' title='ewan ko lang.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-4652373164407695127</id><published>2009-08-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T05:45:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi kailangan laging nag-eenglish.</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko kailangang mag-english ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakadismaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, pero parang magkakaproblema ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maayos na buhay ko e. Maayos grades ko, okay kami ng friends ko, andyan naman si Enzo.. kaso lang. Ewan. Basta parang.. may conflict talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, di naman talaga maiiwasan e. Kasi nga, ayun. Basta. Ang gulo e. Pero ako nga siguro ang dahilan kung bakit nagkakaganito. Para kasing, ang sakit din sa part ko. Knowing na, may past at ang laking effect nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo talaga. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Mag-aaral na lang siguro ako ulit. Matutulog ng mga 9:30. Magising ng maaga mamaya. Ayusin at i-practice ang prayer ko para sa flag ceremony bukas ng umaga. At mag-aral na naman. pagdating ng school, mag-aaral pa rin. makipag-usap sa mga kaibigan na para bang wala akong nararamdaman na iba, makipagbiruan, hanapin si Enzo.. makasama si Enzo. at.. yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis talaga. :(&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi na lang nagkakaganito.&lt;br /&gt;ang sakit isipin na parang, "panira" ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana, hindi siya ang unang pag-awayan namin. sana.. hindi siya ang magiging dahilan ng pagkalas ni Enzo saken. Lord, wag naman sana siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi hindi ko ata mapapatawad ang sarili ko pag nangyari yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami na kasi akong kabiguan e. Actually, di naman marami. Konti pa lang. pero ayokong madagdagan yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una, di ako magiging awardee ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunod, natalo ako bilang level rep ng SG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pangatlo na jan ang pagiging muse ko. Di ko naman ata hinangad e. Sabi ko sergeant at arms! bakit muse? kakatanga. Amf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko ng madagdagan pa yan.&lt;br /&gt;Masaya na akong ganito. tanggap ko ng lahat ng bagay na gusto ko hindi ko makukuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero please.. kahit siya lang, itira niyo sa'kin?&lt;br /&gt;wag na sanang mangyari ang kinakatakot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you friends! enzo, lahat ng tao sa mundo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-4652373164407695127?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4652373164407695127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/hindi-kailangan-laging-nag-eenglish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4652373164407695127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/4652373164407695127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/hindi-kailangan-laging-nag-eenglish.html' title='hindi kailangan laging nag-eenglish.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8805948907769800766</id><published>2009-08-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:22:59.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day before the week of horror.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday.&lt;/span&gt; I slept late last night, been surfing the net and had the guts to play Resto City and Pet Society even though next week's our First Periodical Test.. I don't know, I feel weird. :| It was awesome. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying for ELA and CLVE and I just thought that it might help me if I blog cause I can't seem to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; because It's been days since I had my last blog.. Well it seemed like ages to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my grandmother went to my room earlier and boom! She yelled at me and asked me to take off all the posters in my room cause it will damage the wall or what... What the heck? Haha, I mean i'm used to her nagging habits but I just find it over-reacting and senseless to nag about posters? Ha, I seriously can't stand it. Well, honestly.. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll bless our house next week, that's why they're all getting ready. And I'm so stoked because I still have to review more. I have to get good grades this quarter, but I'm not hoping for any medals or recognitions because I know that I won't have one. Damn it. Damn Math. :| Still okay for me though, gotta do my best next quarter and make my parents proud! Oh yeah.... hahaha, :) Now that's the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh, I miss Enzo. And I'm still feeling guilty about what he told me last night. I know that things are changing between him and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"him"&lt;/span&gt; because of me. And I didn't have any intention to ruin their friendship but I think I'm slowly doing it.. I mean, what's the point? I don't even get "him". He's been cold to Enzo, for any stupid reason. Well all I have to say is... If it's because of me, then heck he has one big NAIVE as*. It took me years to like... forget about everything and it took me a long duration of time to make a fool out of myself. It sucks, I know.. And now he's doing this?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When will this end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;See you later. :||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8805948907769800766?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8805948907769800766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-before-week-of-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8805948907769800766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8805948907769800766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-before-week-of-horror.html' title='A day before the week of horror.'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-2713151443421514017</id><published>2009-08-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:58:47.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week before the week of reckoning. :D</title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy and tired, and my Bio book is waiting for me. It demands to be opened. We have our post-test in Bio tomorrow, and I have to really study! I don't want to fail or what. I've never failed in Bio, so I have to maintain that. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was dragging. We already presented our play in ELA and it was.. a success? I don't know. It was before I found out that some of my classmates graded us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because they were the ones who were assigned to grade each respective group)&lt;/span&gt; 84. I don't know why, and yes.. I know it's kind of.. offensive to complain about our grade because honestly, we ran out of time to practice before the play, so it was not really perfect. But I really think we don't deserve to be graded as such. Since I know some of them, or even most, were happy about what we presented. I don't know but it seemed like.. really weird? for me and my group as well. But yeah, I guess I just have to let that slide and forget about that. We had a total score of 86%. Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happened at school. So far, I think I'm having the good start. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good"&lt;/span&gt; but not really satisfies me that much. I don't know. My grades are fine, just fine. And I know I can always strive for more and do more than fine because I know that I can do it. If only I could be damn studious. :( Nehhh. There's three more quarters to go!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what happened. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm running out of words. Well, we had this activity in Bio and twas fun for me because I held a fish! I held a fish and we were supposed to peek at the microscope and examine it's tail. At first, Paula &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my hun) &lt;/span&gt;named it smoochie but we were fooling around so we named it Enzo. Haha. That was so.. weird. LOL. Enzo the fishyyy. :) I was really careful not to choke the fish as I was holding it. It seemed fragile. Well, duh.. It is. Haha. Thank God it's still alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal time. Haha. As always, I was with Enzo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Enzo my boyfiee and not Enzo the fishyy. Haha)&lt;/span&gt; He told me he was going to go home early with Jen Riel so I was left at the bleachers with the rest of my friends. We were fooling around, saying stupid yet funny stuff, and Renz was always taking a stolen picture of me and was close to dying because he was like.. laughing because of my face and I'm so used to it already. Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo came back again with Jeff and Jen and he sat beside me. And yadayada :D Jeff was fooling around asking me bizzarre questions like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pwede ba manligaw."&lt;/span&gt; And I was just pointing at Enzo and he would smile. ;) Jeff also asked me if I was serious with him and I said yes. He asked the same to Enzo and Enzo said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oo naman. Mahal na mahal ko to e."&lt;/span&gt; and I was.. blushing when he said that. LOL xD Kilig much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I just noticed. This is the first blog entry where in I mentioned Enzo's name. Haha :) It's our first weekkkkk :D and yeah, you'd probably get tired seeing Enzo's name here in my blog. Because he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; always be here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it? It's kinda late and I have to do some real reading. Bohahaha \:D/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TTFN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wendy &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-2713151443421514017?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2713151443421514017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-week-before-week-of-reckoning-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2713151443421514017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/2713151443421514017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-week-before-week-of-reckoning-d.html' title='Busy week before the week of reckoning. :D'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-8309745790102187514</id><published>2009-08-10T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:48:02.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you like the value of pi &lt;3</title><content type='html'>one word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with stuff. School stuff.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Projects, presentations, reports, quizzes, periodical tests, &lt;/span&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, If he's not around in school, I feel like.. fainting. Which I was close to doing earlier, by the way. Good thing my friends and him are there so that I can have someone to laugh with and what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the presentation in ELA! Those two groups who presented. I really laughed out loud with Paulo and Honey who were imitating Boy and Kris. Haha. Atleast, I forgot how stressed I was that time. Laughter is indeed, the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music time was fun too. :) I heard funny lines. WAHAHAHA. Deemmmm. XD&lt;br /&gt;Math was okay, atleaaastt &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with him after we got dismissed, he accompanied me to my locker and.. yadayada. Haha. We'll be together for one week tomorrow! Gee, one week already! hahaha. LOL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. til here? Since I'm really really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-8309745790102187514?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8309745790102187514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-like-value-of-pi-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8309745790102187514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/8309745790102187514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-you-like-value-of-pi-3.html' title='I love you like the value of pi &lt;3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-5709581050236372527</id><published>2009-08-08T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:13:15.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even my bestfriend wants to beat me up for saying your name TOO much. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gaaa. Saturday. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to attend volleyball, I woke up at around 6:50 and BOOM, I felt my neck and I was burning. So.. I wasn't able to attend volleyball AND the meeting in ELA. bummer. I know my group mates were bummed out, and they did nothing. I'll just talk to them and explain our project on Monday. Yeaaah, right. I just hope they'll listen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well they better be.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, nothing much is happening. I feel so sleepy. I sleep every 30 minutes and I think I'm being disrespectful to those people I'm texting. No, wait. To that person I'm texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confusion is currently reigning over me.&lt;/span&gt; But NOOO. It's him. him. him. :D This will last. this will. this will. this will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, He was really pampering me, because he knew that I was sick and he was like.. "Eat a lot," and I was sooo blushing again. I guess I do love him for reals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. That's all I guess. I'll be spending time online until 12, (i'm still unsure, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wendy, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-5709581050236372527?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5709581050236372527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-my-bestfriend-wants-to-beat-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5709581050236372527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/5709581050236372527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/even-my-bestfriend-wants-to-beat-me-up.html' title='Even my bestfriend wants to beat me up for saying your name TOO much. &lt;3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-383843695905140351</id><published>2009-08-07T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:27:49.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..and you're the reason why I download love icons. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/521/521340z9zwo5moqh.gif" width="96" height="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a normal (yeah right *sighs*) Pretty normal day, I guess. Except for the fact that I have to deal with freakin' people at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was fine. Same old routine. I arrived early at school, grabbed my A.P book and started reading while chitchatting with my fellow early birds. Sweaaar, I love talking to them. Haha, I'd always burst into a roar of laughter because of them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my batchmates, but no him. because he arrives kind of late but that's okay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He accompanied me to my locker, and carried my books while I carried his. haha. I had a lot of books which were from my locker compared to his, so he carried those damn heavy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes infront of our classroom and he said his words again, which sent my blood boil to the highest level, and so I was blushing so haaarddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post test in AP was okaaay, I wrote a freakin' long essay about Cory Aquino and I was sooo proud of it. :D It just proves how devoted I am to her and her contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayyy.. We only had 10 minutes recess because Sir Jian got pissed with us. Damnnn it. I'm not used to seeing Sir Jian with a straight, angry face. I'm sooo bummed out. But later on, I said sorry personally. and I just hope he appreciated it. He did, right? He should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him then, but I saw him at Lunch. We were together, and I was so happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, about that TLE thing. We were doing our project which was due (and rescheduled) on Tuesday, and I swear WE WERE QUIET THAT TIME, when Sir Reymer suddenly told us that we were noisy. DAMN! we weren't! I promise. We really weren't. I was sooo confused. He even pointed his finger at us, indicating and assuring us that we were the group he was talking about. So I was like.. "what? us?" and yeaah, it haunted the hell out of me. Kuya Seph and I looked at each other and I just managed to shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even said, after he dismissed the class, that we were the ones (our group) that are going to present first. FIRST! for the Oral Defense. Screw that oral defense. Goood. What is wrong with you people?!? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, really screwed up until PE. the quiz in PE was haaaard, but I was able to answer the questions. Thank God. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed before 4, so I had time to mingle with my friends at the court. We talkeeedd, (mostly me and angel [reggie]) about things. And I was so distracted because I had to go up again to see him because they were supposedly dismissed at 4:40 and we (grench and I) ended up waiting until 5. darn it! But it's still okay. I was able to see him anyhow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marko gave me his chocolate already. I was about to give him the other one but he refused, so I gave RK and Roger the other one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. :) Before he went out, he said his words again, and I said it back. And booom! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaarn, someone's been so sweetttt. Someone managed to put a big heart on the volleyball court (with the use of pink and red umbrellas) for their anniversary. It was so damn sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sweet, sour and tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til here, perhaps? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wendy.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-383843695905140351?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/383843695905140351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-youre-reason-why-i-download-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/383843695905140351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/383843695905140351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-youre-reason-why-i-download-love.html' title='..and you&apos;re the reason why I download love icons. :D'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Og3T_DewqUM/ShfiC3cxuZI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGkWun1UhGw/S220/untitled-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556600534252389906.post-6755276995647840243</id><published>2009-08-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:13:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 4th spells happiness &lt;3</title><content type='html'>"I love you, not only for what you are, But for what                   I am when I am with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a state of depression - I won't say that It's frequent but i'm pretty sure that I bumped into that situation. It may only happen rarely, but yet again, the pain will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, there's always going to be that someone who will take away the pain, thus replace it with deep love and affection. I found it now, I've been looking for it for quite a long time now. And finally.. it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, taken na ako! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and with whom, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;the guy who I call my vampire. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortened lang kami ngayon. Haha. So medyo bitin nga ang oras para makisalamuha pa with mendelites and him :) Though sinamahan naman niya ako sa locker kanina. XD tapos nung uwian din, magkasama kami. :D nakakatuwa lang. Kasi pag kasama ko siya, feeling ko ang gaan ng feeling. Yun bang parang, no worries and all nga? Know that kind of feeling? Yeaaaah. Something like that. I'm really glad, kasi yun.. I find him sincere naman and devoted to what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Nung lunch, kasama ko yung mga girls. Di ako nagbaon, so I had to really buy or else I'll be left starved to death. And we were talking about whether or not sasagutin ko na ba. Sabi nila, patagalin pa daw. Just to see if he's really serious nga. I agreed naman since that's like.. the only way para malaman if he's really sincere and to avoid severe heart aches na din in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero the activity in RHGP really left me slack-jawed. It was about those 6 persons daw who are very important to you. You have to write them on a piece of paper. Later on, Sir Glenn read a story, tapos sabi dun, ilagay daw namin sarili namin sa sitwasyon na yun. What if may boat and you have to choose 1 person lang na makasama, kasi nga hindi na daw kasya or kaya or what nung boat. So I picked my mom, siyempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nun, we passed the piece of paper tapos sinabi na ni Sir Glenn yung ineexpect niyang marealize namen na life is too short daw and we really have to make the most out of it. If we love a person, we should tell it and waste no time and making them feel how special they are. So then, it struck me. I had to tell him something. I consulted my bestfriend Czar about this and sabi niya, sagutin ko na daw. Kasi nga he's sincere naman and all. So.. yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpatulong na din ako kay TK para makahanp ng biscuits na bilog, gagayahin ko dapat yung sa oreo. Haha. :D pero wala din e, kayaa I had to find an alternative para sabihin sa kanya yung.. tungkol dun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi ko rin and.. pooof. kami na ngaaaa. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung umuwi na siya, he said his "words" and after he said his goodbye, nagpunta ko dun sa kabilang parking lot, tapos naiwan ako ng service! Good thing andyan pa si Jelyn so nagpahatid na rin ako sa kanya. Baet talaga ng dad nun. Hahaaa. Ayun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much with that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8556600534252389906-6755276995647840243?l=screamingxxstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6755276995647840243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-4th-spells-happiness-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6755276995647840243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8556600534252389906/posts/default/6755276995647840243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamingxxstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-4th-spells-happiness-3.html' title='August 4th spells happiness &lt;3'/><author><name>screamingxxstars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02223972407195419429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</
