<?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-8952447</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:03:03.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::So Far From This Moment::. I'll mark this path with stars that never fade...</title><subtitle type='html'>The rants, raves, chronicles and various other nonsensical items of a teenage girl with nothing else better to do...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116559902840447118</id><published>2006-12-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:42:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopping on the Bandwagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; congested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Two Trick Pony- Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, the ever-circulating UST survey... Go USTe..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. San building mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: St. Raymund's (AB/Commerce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Course mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: AB Literature (Lit-re-cher- pronouce it correctly, hithen..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Center of excellence ba yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Yeh... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nakagulong ka na ba sa main field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Dun na yung PE ko ngayong sem... And taking my incredible athletic skills and basic coordination into consideration, it's a possibility that I may eventually make gulong sa field... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Anong masasabi mo sa bagong fountain sa USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Cute... Nakakatakot nga lang kasi parang walang nakapaligid dun... Baka may tangang dumaan sa gitna nun at mapadpad sa stratosphere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Nakapasok ka na ba sa Graduate School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Di pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Napuntahan mo na ba lahat ng sections sa Central Library?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Di pa... May mga restricted sections din ata dun, eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nakapag-internet ka na ba sa Central Lib?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Yep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nag-friendster ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hindi... Nag-Wiki ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nakakain ka na ba sa lahat ng kainan sa Carpark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hindi pa naman... Di ko rin pinapangarap yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bakit ka kumakain sa Carpark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Dati kumakain kami lagi dun dahil sa variety... Pero ngayon sa Dapitan na kami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kumakain ka rin ba sa may Dapitan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Oo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Sinong paborito mong prof mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Sir Coronacion..! (Tignan natin kung talagang tinatrack down ni Sir ang blogs ng mga estudyante niya... Haha... Sir, your ego is showing... Self-stalker... XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore Sir Galan, and Sir Montana is a loon... Ma'am Macapagal is an entertaining prof, but she has some scary quirks... Now if only I could arrive on time for her class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Paboritong subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: PGC... Hmm, maybe..? Hell no... World Lit... Pero ngayong sem, baka Logic o American Lit..? Ewan... Di ko trip mga subjects namin ngayon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Maka-Growling Tigers ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: I support them..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nameet mo na ba yung players ng USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hindi... Di ko nga sila kilala, as in di ko alam kung sino sila, except for a few... Ang medyo alam ko lang sa mukha ay si Taylor at si Ababou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Naka-akyat ka na ba sa isa sa mga puno sa Botanical Garden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hanapan mo nga ako ng nakagawa na nyan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Nakapagsimba ka na ba sa simbahan dun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hindi pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Student number mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: 2006-***590&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Saan ka nag test ng USTET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: St. Raymund's pa rin... Tikas... Rm 111 ba yun..? Basta naligaw pa kami ni MJ ng room... Kahiya-hiya tuloy kami... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Mahirap ba USTET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hindi naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Anung org mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: LitSoc, AB-TUNOrG... Inactive sa lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Masaya ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Eeenaktib...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Nagkaroon na ba ng kuwenta sayo yung UST Health Services?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Di pa... Pero yung pinsan ko nagtatrabaho dun... Si Dr. Paulino... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Nagpupunta ka ba sa Tinoco Park?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Nadadaanan ko yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Naranasan mo na bang magpractice ng kahit ano sa grandstand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Magpractice..? Self-defense... Nasuntok ko na kasi yung gilid nun... Pero minsan pag may PE kami, dun tambayan namin pag wala pa si Sir Paul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Alam mo ba yung Research Complex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: May ganun pala... O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Naholdap ka na ba kahit saan around USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Di pa naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. E nanakawan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Hindi... Pero nanakawan yung kakilala ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. E na-rape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Naman... Hindi... But my English 101A professor did slap my booty once... I felt so... violated... O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Anung pinakaayaw mong lugar sa USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: CFAD... Pero maganda ang area na yun... Pati rin pala yung CR sa first floor ng building namin... Kamalasan lang ang idinulot sa kin ng lugar na yun... Sumpain ang inidorong sumalo sa aking cellphone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sa tingin mo marami bang konyo sa USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Wala naman masyado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sa tingin mo bakit Tigers ang USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Gusto nila ng mimiw... Eh, the bigger, the better... So pinalaki nila yung mimiw... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Di ba orange ang tigers, bakit yellow tayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Ahem... "Gold"... Kung orange yung color namin, di na makikita yung tiger print sa mga PE t-shirts... Haha... At isipin mo nga, meron bang Blue Eagles..? Ano yun, napagtripan ng adik sa zoo..? Green Archers..? Radioactive..? Red Warriors..? That's politically incorrect..! The correct term is "Native Americans"... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Excited ka ba sa 400th year ng USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Um... Hopefully wala na ako by that time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ilang units ka this sem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Beinte-sais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Anung pinakamadali mong subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: World Lit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. E pinakamahirap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Economics... Isinusumpa ko yan... Baka maaaring DL na ako kung wala yan... May allergy na nga ako kay Sir Manapat, eh... *prays that he won't be teaching this summer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Anung major mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Literature... No specialization... Just literature in general...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Bakit ka nag aral sa USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Out of process of elimination... Di ako nag-exam sa ADMU or DLSU... Out of FEU, UP Baguio and UST, I chose USTe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Kabisado mo na ba yung UST Hymn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: No..! Di ako tunay na Thomasian pag kabisado ko yun..! Ang alam ko lang yung "We Are Thomasian Christians" with matching choreography... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. E yung mission and vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: "Guided by SSA's motto 'Sapientia et Virtus'..." Whoops... Wrong number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Anung tingin mo sa mga guard sa USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Ayos lang.. Pero nung nag-order ako ng uniform, nabanas ako kasi kung saan-saan ako pinapapunta ng guard na naging dahilan ng initial contact ko kay AS Dude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Anung masasabi mo sa uniform policy natin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Wala... Sabihin man ng mga iba na isa itong balakid sa pagpapahayag ng indibidwalismo (nawa'y sumpain ako ng lahat ng naging at magiging Filipino teachers ko) ng mga estudyante at isang opresyon ng aming mga karapatan (yes, PGC..?), eh ayos lang naman sa akin ang mag-uniporme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ano naman masasabi mo sa uniform nyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Plain... Mukhang pang-high school kaya minsan, ayaw akong papasukin sa SM... Ah, proud moments... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Mahal mo ba USTe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:: Sure...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116559902840447118?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116559902840447118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116559902840447118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116559902840447118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116559902840447118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/12/hopping-on-bandwagon.html' title='Hopping on the Bandwagon'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116559679959089969</id><published>2006-12-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:48:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replenish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Stone- Unbelivable Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those of you to blind to see or too uninterested to care, I went out and got me-self a new layout, which is about the only thing that's new... Tagboard died on me again... Piece of cybercrap...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2674/509/1600/878475/Armo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2674/509/1600/878475/Armo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2674/509/1600/517846/Armo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2674/509/320/87699/Armo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*pointless observation* Armo looks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; too much like Raphael... *end of pointless observation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116559679959089969?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116559679959089969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116559679959089969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116559679959089969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116559679959089969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/12/replenish.html' title='Replenish'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116394823782213800</id><published>2006-11-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:57:18.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Restored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; vindicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My world stopped a few days ago when heaven and hell conspired and joined forces for just a moment to crash upon me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was that day when our professor in American Lit told us that the first president of the United States of America was... Thomas Jefferson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I almost cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memories instantly flood my mind... Lounging in front of the TV at 2 in the morning, asking Daddy all kinds of questions about whatever could come into my head... I could have sworn that he knew everything... Then sitting in on the floor of a classroom with alphabet posters on the wall... Classmates picking their noses... Drawing pictures of blue people and red trees... Coloring inside the lines and reading entire sentences without stuttering were feats for the best and the brightest that all the rest aspired to... All those years ago, I was taught that Washington was our very first president... I didn't even know who else came after that... Lincoln, Jefferson, Adams, Roosevelt... They didn't matter back then... All that was important was that when I answered, with pride, that George Washington was the first president of the United States, my teacher gave me yet another gold star and all my classmates aimed to be like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we first moved to the Philippines, I felt that my heart wasn't even broken, because I left it in perfect condition back in California... I always dreamt that I'd come back and that the people who all knew that George Washington was the first president of the US would welcome me back with open arms... As time passed, the Yankee spirit in me began to fade, but my Daddy would always be sure to remind me of where I came from, even as I grew to accept the Philippines as my home... Even as I learned to love my Filipino heritage, I couldn't let go of my American identity... Especially now that Daddy's gone, even if half the universe wants America to burn, I can't let go of stars and stripes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a closet Daddy's girl at heart, and now that he's gone, I realize that more than ever... That is why even though I'm among the Filipinos now, even though I'm virtually one of them, I won't let go of the legacy that my Daddy left for me... I want to be the proud American he was, that's why it hurts that I know so little about where I came from... It hurt that practically all my solid ground was that George Washington was the first president of the United States...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That day when Ma'am Soriano stated Jefferson as the first American president, to have what little I had as an American taken away from me, to declare that what I had known for all my life was a lie, to tell me that my Daddy with all the answers was &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;, and to know that I couldn't ask him anymore, it almost brought me to tears... My voice was cracking when I told Molly that Washington came first, then came Adams, only to get shot down by yet someone else saying that Jefferson came first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That George Washington was the first American president was one of the constants of my life... It was fact... It was truth... It was law... To shake one of the pillars of my life would mean that things would come crashing down... It may seem overly dramatic to some people, but that was one of the few things I could hold on to, something I knew wouldn't change, something I had to remember Daddy by... To tell me that it was Thomas Jefferson and not George Washington is like telling a kid that there's really no Santa Claus... It was like losing my Daddy all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But thankfully, after much research, it's proven that I was right all along... Daddy was right when he said the guy on the one dollar bill was the first president of the United States... General George Washington... Inaugurated in 1789...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My world is piecing itself back together... Oh say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116394823782213800?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116394823782213800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116394823782213800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116394823782213800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116394823782213800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/11/truth-restored.html' title='Truth Restored'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116368231053426738</id><published>2006-11-16T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:05:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Mimi Syndrome again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Pretty Vacant- Sex Pistols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you people have floatation devices because you might just drown in the estrogen content of the following post... Yes, it is that time of the month... Even though that is something you most likely didn't want to know, I have decided to impose that unpleasant knowledge upon you... Since you're here, then that means you've surrendered just a bit of yourself to me, slave... And because I feel just a tad sadistic as of now, you, my slave of the moment, will have to bear the torturous burden of joining me in my feminine moments... Free sanitary napkins for all..! *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To start things off, crap... My tagboard's busted... Well, it has been for one or two months, I guess... I just never get around to doing anything about it... But still, crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The keyboard is being pissy again... The 'n' key is giving me a hard time... Curse it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My writing skills have yet to resurrect... If I plan to continue being a Literature (*ahem* litracher) major, then I need them back... My creative efforts have been futile lately, and all else I have to represent my writing is this blog, which seems to take the persona of Anna Nicole Smith getting high on UST whiteboard markers... Drama, stupidity, randomness and stuff of little importance... The sad thing is, although I realize this, I can't seem to drag my self out of this literary standstill and find myself stuck in the realm of pointless adolescent blogging... Where is the spirit of the Purple Inkblots..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm craving a Starbucks vanilla frap... I have yet to jump on the "hate-Starbucks-because-it's-commercialization's-dirty-pimp" bandwagon... I know their coffee is overpriced and that it probably has more branches than there are schools in Africa, but I don't care as long as there's no hair in my whipped cream... For the bashers who diss Starbucks for its commercialism, I dare you to answer how many days in a week you go to the mall... Tell me you don't get trampled Christmas shopping, that you've never gotten depressed because no one got you a present, or even greeted you on your birthday or that you've never listened to sappy songs on Valentine's Day... Screw yourselves over, hypocrites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going back to the frap, it was in one of Starbucks' cushy chairs that I revealed a small worry of mine to my FU trooper, MJ... She answered me with a furrowed brow when I asked her how old Kris Aquino was when Ninoy &lt;s&gt;got injected with Marcos moolah&lt;/s&gt; died for the Filipino people... (She was 12, according to my subsequent research, but I didn't know that at the time...) MJ asked what the hell that had to do with anything, when I admitted that I've been thinking about it for a while... It would be especially terrible since my late daddy cringed at the sight (well, the sound, mostly) of Kris... I was 13 going on 14 when I lost my father, and I've been worried that I might turn into a Kris... *gasp*gasp*shock*shock* You know, with the man-issues and all, since the lack of a prominent male figure in my life will likely have long-term effects on how I relate with the male species... I've never really had a "close" relationship with any guys... I can't really name a really &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; male friend of mine... I&lt;em&gt; do&lt;/em&gt; have guy pals, I suppose, but no one I can consider my best guy friend... I can probably determine which dude I consider closest to me, but most likely, I'd be "just another one of his friends"... Everyone else seems to have an opposite gender bestfriend, but all I have are casual conversations and random teasing... It just makes me feel... Different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then of course, there's the issue of romantic relations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope... No progress in that area... Sure, I get the occassional reassurance that I'm not some kind of revolting radioactive mutant, but the leers are more of a discomfort than a compliment... Now, I've always made it a point to tell myself that I don't need someone else (i.e. a man) to be the measurement of my happiness... But there are times, especially now, when I feel, not exactly loveless or lonely, but... Longing..? I don't even want to waste the brain cells needed to think of more to add to this topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another Kris-esque thing I've been worrying about is going after older men, in search for a proxy-father figure of sorts... I admit that I am attracted to peeps of greater age than I, something which has apparentely gotten worse as of late... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now the next paragraph/s will try to make light of what the above two paragraphs flop at saying about my situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I feel rather behind in the love department... MJ's making some sort of progress, Dinxy's always got guys fawning over her, Omi's loved and in love (but she's in a complex situation, too), Molly's advancing in the scene, Charmy has herself a pursuer whom I suppose she's equally smitten with (plus they have certain parallelisms with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the Archangel era&lt;/span&gt;), Allianna is in her third relationship (my tomboyish cousin has better luck in love than I do) and hell, even he-who-does-not-comb-his-hair looks like he's goshdarn happy with she-who-had-come-between-us... Especially after seeing that last mention (Literally, in fact... I passed right by the hand-holding couple just yesterday along the Grand Stand...) I just feel... Out of place... And that's just one of the worst feelings I know... What makes it worse is that I keep on hunting prospects, for "panakip-butas" purposes, I guess, but even though I crush pretty hard on a few, they're still no match for my former object of affection... Worse still, one of my prospects is my professor in history and my main crush as of the moment is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our PGC professor who is one of the cutest things ever... He's... Immaculate... *_* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So there's the older men element...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I'm disoriented 'cause Mayam called and reminded me of all the schoolwork I've yet to do... Hahaha... A portion of my angst has dispersed... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe because much of our conversation was about certain *aspects* of PGC...&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My PMS is settling down now as I think of &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to complain about... Damn it..! I'll just complain because I can't remember what I was supposed to complain about... Grr... I had something in mind to bitch about but I can't remember for the life of me... Hmm... It was in my mind... But then Mayam called and we talked about&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Sir PGC&lt;/span&gt;... I forgot what I was going to nag about, which was in my mind after we talked about&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Sir PGC&lt;/span&gt;... Therefore, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sir PGC&lt;/span&gt; makes me lose my mind... Logic..? Would anyone care to verify my syllogism..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just noticed that the flow of this entry is &lt;s&gt;horrendous&lt;/s&gt; non-existent... The transition between paragraphs is shaaameful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom's cellphone is ringing with her incredibly loud "Dahil Ikaw" ringtone... That has to be one of the most overplayed songs of the year... But it's still an improvement over the Cueshe "Back to Me" ringtone... I nearly bled to death from my ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still can't believe that I go gaga over the thought of a guy... No matter how utterly mesmerizing he is, it still doesn't give justification for how pathetic it is to slip off my trail of thought because of him... Especially considering &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; he farkin' is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still can't remember what I was complaining about not remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 'n' key is still challenging me... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnn..!!! Ulol ka..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe... PMS's back... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116368231053426738?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116368231053426738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116368231053426738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116368231053426738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116368231053426738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/11/pissed-mimi-syndrome-again.html' title='Pissed Mimi Syndrome again...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116368523816211448</id><published>2006-11-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:53:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Growl*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Video Killed the Radio Star- Presidents of the USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An embellished summer incedent... Damned hypocrites'll get their comeuppance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tsk..! Ano ba naman yung trapik na 'to..? Ang init pa, leche..! Kanina pa 'to, ah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dati pa trapik dito, pero simula noong ipaayos nila yung kalye na 'to, lumala lang lalo... Kitid na ng daan, eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sus..! Yung mga opisyal na yan, bakit ngayon lang pinaayos..? Panahon pa ng ninuno ko yung laging pagbaha dito sa karag-karag na daan ng Cielito... Yung pera kasing dapat na panggawa nyan kinukurakot lang... Tapos ngayong inayos, lumala lang yung trapik... Ano ba yan..? Bakit hindi pa gumalaw..? Tsk..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pinapadaan kasi yung ibang mga sasakyan dyan sa kabilang lane... Nangongolekta pa ng limang piso..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Anong kabilang lane..? Kita mo ngang ang kitid na ng kalsada rito, oh..! Kaya nga ginawang one way 'to, eh... Napakawalang hiya naman ng mga drayber na yan..! Pinipilit pa... Gusto yung madalian lang... Basta ok sila, yun na yun... Di na iniisip yung kapakanan ng iba... Bakit di na lang sila dumaan sa Yakal..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mahirap kasi yung daan dun... Baku-bako saka pasikut-sikot..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Problema na nila yun..!""Ayun..! Gumalaw na rin kahit papaano..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ay, malapit na akong bumaba sa wakas... Manong, ibaba mo ako dyan sa may tabi... Sa tapat ng hardware, para di na ako mahirapan... Baha kasi, eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dito na lang po... Di ako makasingit, eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Manong, ano ba..? Ang putik-putik dito, eh..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pasensya na po pero wala na talagang masingitan... Nakaharang yung ibang mga sasakyan, oh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tsk..! Gago..! Tignan mo nga't ang ang baha dyan, oh..! Ang putik..! Paano ako dadaan dyan..? Leche..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Problema mo na yun..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116368523816211448?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116368523816211448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116368523816211448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116368523816211448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116368523816211448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/11/growl.html' title='*Growl*'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116350811570590773</id><published>2006-11-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:53:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes... XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Filthy/Gorgeous- Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to my current lack of creative original thought, I bring you: memorable Dilbert quotes..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Am I getting smart with you? How would you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I'd explain it to you, but your brain would explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Someday we'll look back on all this and plow into a parked car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn't there the first time you need him, chances are you won't be needing him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, "Where the heck is the ceiling?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; My Reality Check bounced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't suffer from stress. I'm a carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; You're slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt; Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, 'cuz, like, you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt; Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level then beat you with experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And a quotable exchange of words that took place just a few hours ago between MJ and some dude:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; *endorcing various pricey MP3 players*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MJ:&lt;/strong&gt; Nasaan po ba yung pinakamura..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, ito na lang po, ma'am... Expandible memory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MJ:&lt;/strong&gt; Kuya, pera ko po hindi expandible... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116350811570590773?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116350811570590773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116350811570590773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116350811570590773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116350811570590773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/11/quotes-xd.html' title='Quotes... XD'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116239420277745617</id><published>2006-11-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:16:42.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; cranky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; see below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How sappy am I..? Here's an evolution of my recent playlists:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playlist 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;294036224052- deathgaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ame- The Back Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Child Prey- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daikirai- MUCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doraemon- Dokusatsu Terrorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Freeze- Pierrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fukai Nemuri Ga Sametara- Pierrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck This Shit- Thee Out Mods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gishiki- Inugami Circus-dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari no Ame- The Back Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hybrid Rainbow- The Pillows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jumping Junkie- Siam Shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Killing Me- L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiseichuu- Inugami Circus-dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kodou- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Machiavellism- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monophobia- Plastic Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Bloody Holiday- Ellegarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outsider- Siam Shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Performance- Pierrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red...[em]- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romance- Penicillin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seki-ray- Gackt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shinshoku ~Lose Control~- L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Utau Riyuu- Okuda Miwako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yonaoshi Good Vibration- Sex Machineguns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playlist 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be My Last- Utada Hikaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bottom of the Death Valley- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cobalt Blue- The Back Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't Forget You I'll Never and Ever- The FLARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fragrance- Gackt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hitomi no Juunin- L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Just Want to be Happy- Bonnie Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muchina Inochi E- Fatima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pano Nangyari Yun- Mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Planetarium- Plastic Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psychedelic Lover- Pierrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rain Knell- Hideki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Requiem- The Back Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shallow Sleep- Hyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shuraba- Tokyo Jihen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surrender- Mr. Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;True- Ryan Cabrera (aw, crap... XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waltz- Hale (I like Hale... So freakin' shoot me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playlist 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;241 (My Favorte Song)- Rivermaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreaming with a Broken Heart- John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I- 6 Cycle Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KLSP- Spongecola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let Him Go- Frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunes- Join the Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naghihintay- Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oo- Up Dharma Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reboud- Silent Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sana Sinabi- Soapdish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stars- Callalily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umaasa- 6 Cycle Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Watch me wallow in the puddles of mainstream OPM... Blame &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;... He's he reason I've resorted to this... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116239420277745617?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116239420277745617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116239420277745617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239420277745617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239420277745617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/11/playlist.html' title='Playlist'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116239843689040134</id><published>2006-10-28T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:31:35.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; dazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; the WORLD- Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing of relevance to say right now... The sole purpose of this entry is to clarify my immense love for the superb manga Death Note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have finished the 12 volumes and have yet to get a hold of the 13th (How to Read volume) and am craving for more... I might go into seizurous fits due to Death Note deficiency...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It shames me that an such intelligent masterpiece of a manga like Death Note is honored by the retarded post of a dumbass such as myself... But at least I don't go off into such realms as reading/writing Raito-L slash fics... I mean, honestly, wtf..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kid from The Grudge 2 reminds me of L... &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;L's birthday is on the 31st... He would be 27 &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if Raito didn't kill him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if he was real... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;An advanced happy birthday to everyone's favorite glucose-powered insomniac detective, L..! To L, may you not receive socks as a gift... To celebrate, I will consume a pound of sugar, refrain from all forms of footwear, sit in the "L way" and chew my thumb... Although the relevance of these activities to reality is 0.01%, it is still not 0%, so until there is absolutely no reason for me to do them, then I will..! *insert insane Kira laugh here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death Note = love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death Note = love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116239843689040134?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116239843689040134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116239843689040134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239843689040134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239843689040134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-heart-death-note.html' title='I *heart* Death Note'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116239638430248788</id><published>2006-10-27T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:06:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS... Pissed Mimi Saying:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; tired and pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Sana Sinabi- Soapdish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK... Saw my grades yesterday... Highest is 1.0 in World Lit, lowest is 2.25 in English (Haha..! Who would've thought..?) and incomplete in Economics... The rest of my grades were 1.75s and 2.0s... I went down from 1.25 in Theology to a 2.0, but I won't complain since my Brit Lit went from 2.75 to 1.75... Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clearance and registration went pretty smoothly, if not for the long waiting period in between the two... I branched away from Vanity Fair since I was with Mayam and Mon for most of the time I was at school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was hit by the bummer wave when I didn't see Polboy, but saw Despi instead, and again when we found out that there weren't any available arnis slots... Damn... So I'm stuck in freakin' volleyball... VBC21... I'm gonna freakin' die... But Mayam, Molly and Kenneth will be there to die and resurrect along with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left UST early, because I was summoned by MJ... We ate lunch at KFC, which was packed, then went to FEU so MJ could take care of her enrollment/shifting business... God, it took hours... I was bored out of my &lt;s&gt;non-existent&lt;/s&gt; mind... Not to mention I was already sleepy/tired by the time we got there... I was pretty goddamn &lt;em&gt;pissed&lt;/em&gt; when MJ disappeared for a farkin' &lt;em&gt;hour&lt;/em&gt; to God knows where, leaving me alone in front of APO... I was not happy... In no way, shape or form was I happy... But after she came back, at the point of which I was about ready to just go on a crazed massacre spree, I cooled down, a bit because we could finally go home, but I was still kinda pissed since MJ was so chipper and happy... I wanted to bite her effin' head off... It didn't help when some random dude saw me and went "Ay taga-UST, oh..!" No farkin' duh, dude... We're not extinct or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was dark by the time we got to SM Fairview, matching my perspective of that moment... We were supposed to watch a movie, but it was going to start at 7:15, and by that time, my mother would have called me 6367234548 times for me to go home since it's my dad's birthday and people were coming over... So, still upset, I told MJ we should go home, at which she wasn't pleased...But we're going to watch that movie tomorrow, so it's all good, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the time I got home, everyone was eating and I was bent out of shape becasue there weren't any plates or silverware for me to use... Not to mention I wasn't in the best of moods to start with... I crashed on the bed, but got food served to me... After that, I planned on going to bed, but that plan was overturned when my cousins came to chat... By then, I just didn't feel like sleeping so I didn't... And now that everyone's long gone and asleep, I still can't fall into the sweet cradle of slumber... Guess who's screwed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116239638430248788?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116239638430248788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116239638430248788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239638430248788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239638430248788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/10/pms-pissed-mimi-saying.html' title='PMS... Pissed Mimi Saying:'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116239228754491614</id><published>2006-10-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:08:42.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; uh... musical..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; see below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh wait... I got tagged by Jena two weeks ago... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~total volume of music on my computer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18.9 gigs of J-rock/J-pop, 2.66 GB of Western music and 2.65 GB of OPM... I have yet to write these onto CDs, hence the amount...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~last cd i bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't even remember... I'm a music pirate... Besides, J-rock CDs cost &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt; amounts of cash, plus shipping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~song playing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Requiem- The Back Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~5 songs i listen to a lot/mean a lot to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sanbun no Junjou Na Kanjou- Siam Shade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Final- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hitomi no Juunin- L'Arc~en~Ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angel- Core of Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monophobia- Plastic Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(mention: Haruka Kanata- Asian Kung-Fu Generation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~5 people to whom i’m passing the baton:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whoever the hell reads this farkin' blog... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116239228754491614?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116239228754491614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116239228754491614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239228754491614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239228754491614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/10/musicality.html' title='Musicality'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116239028432939984</id><published>2006-10-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:11:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beerlenium, Pagina, I am Lost in Salasco and Talikala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood&lt;/em&gt;: undefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music&lt;/em&gt;: Planetarium- Plastic Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I already went through the comics I got on Saturday... I didn't get much though, since I lent P100 to Dinxy and I spent the money I saved up on Bino Realuyo's "The Umbrella Country"... Maybe that wasn't such a great choice since not very many people in Rob Novaliches's NBS seem to show much interest in the Philippine Literature section... This was proven by the fact that the last copy of the book I wanted was still untouched on the very top shelf, where I put it weeks before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, (I use this word a lot, don't I..?) I've rambled into unrelated territory so here's what I think about my purchases at the Komikon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beerlenium&lt;/strong&gt; (Lyndon Gregorio)- My only non-indie purchase of the day, obviously also the most expensive at 95 bucks... As expected, thoroughly enjoyable... I am pleased... Sometimes it goes into the league of predictable and incoherent punchlines, but mostly keeps with the range of amusing, familiar college humor... Beerkada has yet to fail me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pagina&lt;/strong&gt; (Clovr Studio)- It was a compulsive buy, mainly since it was a one-shot and only cost ten pesos, so being a woman, I couldn't resist a bargain... The plot was mainly gathered from forwarded email messages, so the direction of the story was easily predictable... No shocks, that's for sure... The art was in a cute anime/manga style, nice to look at, but still a tad unsteady... Being an undercover romantic, the story got to me, but the problem was, I've seen it all before... One big cliche thrown in my face... I could practically forcast what would come next in the story... The staff of Clovr studio appears to be a bunch of high school students though, so there's a lot of room for improvement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Lost in Salasco&lt;/strong&gt; (Monkey vs Squirrel comics- Josel Nicolas)- The dude MJ flirted with..! Haha... Now, MJ was looking at the comics at his stand (or at least I think it was the comics she was checkig out) so I decided to flip through his work... Now Mr. Nicolas was caught up in this huge promotional speech with big words and pretty phrasing... He was mentioning metaphors and socio-political commentaries... I wish I had paid more attention to him since it sounded like he really prepared that promo speech... I wonder how many people actually listened to him... So, I was just turning pages, when he suddenly mentioned something about killing Cueshe in one of the issues... I came to my senses at that, feeling like an idiot at jumping at the mention of the pogi-rock band's name... He went on about other stuff after that, so I decided that if he had that much to say, (stuff that actually made sense, no less) then his comics might be interesting... I was right... The issue that went to me (MJ got the other one) was quite amusing indeed... Truthfully, I had to strain a bit to actually read it, the letters were rather compressed at times... The art style, was not pretty, but I don't mean that in a bad way... It was a distinct style, if not slightly reminiscent of Beavis and Butthead... The humor is of the darker kind, often of social relevance, as Kuya was saying... It's almost anti-racist, seeing as all the characters are portrayed in some ass-ed way... A slight problem is that it gets overly wordy at times, a problem that I myself sometimes have with my writing... It seems out of place in a comic, but adds to the quirkiness of it... I was amused... I look forward to future issues which I hope I can check out... After all, MJ landed a spot as Salasco's distributor... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talikala&lt;/strong&gt; (Mirida)- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kung may isang nilalang na kayang maging ulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na nag-uugnay sa langit at lupang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Habang panhon ay hindi magsasama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaya rin ba niyang pag-ugnayin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang dalawang pusong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi nararapat sa isa't isa..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang interesting prospect brought up by Talikala... Honestly, the cover attracted me to buy it... It's lovely... As for the actual content, it was intriguing... The wording style was very poetic and elegant... Perhaps the most literary out of the four comics I bought that day... The art was rather reliant on digital effects which was well done in some instances, but out of place in others... I had a problem with how the people were drawn in some panels, which is probably why so many somputerized effects were added in... It does have its visually stunning mometns, though... But I didn't really get the story... I guess what I can say is that it was presented well, but the execution didn't bear the same quality... But if there are any future works by this team, I wouldn't be opposed to looking into them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The FU gang has considered the possiblity of producing our own indie comic, but I really don't think we'll be able to follow through... Even though we've had offers of help, our contrasting schedules, time constraints, absence of storyboard ideas and lack of artistic staff will probably keep us from actually doing anything... It's a nice goal, though, and just maybe, FU will breakthrough in the indie comic scene one day... Maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116239028432939984?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116239028432939984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116239028432939984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239028432939984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116239028432939984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/10/beerlenium-pagina-i-am-lost-in-salasco.html' title='Beerlenium, Pagina, I am Lost in Salasco and Talikala'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116238565135319551</id><published>2006-10-22T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:39:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komikon 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Cobalt Blue- The Back Horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I still have around two weeks of lounging and luxury left, I think it can safely be said that the highlight of my sembreak has passed... Yesterday was the day that ADD (now known as FU) reunited for the long-awaited Komikon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I of course found some way to screw up by waking up late, mainly because the stupid alarm didn't go off... So we were delayed for around an hour or more thanks to me... But things pretty much sailed smoothly after we met at the Fairview Wet Market, if you disregard MJ stabbing herself in the eye with her eyeliner pencil... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noteworthy people/places/evets would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** JP paying for our entrance fee... Yosh..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** Seeing Archangel (Satan) again, with horrendous new hair and a &lt;s&gt;horrendous&lt;/s&gt;, I kid, I kid, new girlfriend... *shockgaspfaintdieresurrect* And we were able to verify the identity of his new lady love as his friend who held a torch for him since they were college froshies... Dang, yung lalaking yun, basta may gusto sa kanya papatulan niya ata, eh... I can attest to that... No conversations or even greetings took place between the two of us, which was greatly expected and welcomed... Actually, I wasn't even sure if he would be there... At least he had the decency to keep their PDA out of my line of sight... As if I'd care if he didn't... *LIE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** My humiliating drawing on the registration sheet... It looked like an egg... And a very unskilled attempt to draw one, at that... It was also brought to my attention by Death Fag that a certain someone's sig was right next to mine... Which I pretended to show no interest in, since it probably didn't matter... But I made pa-simple (yeah for conyoism..!) when later on I asked Dinxy to take a picture of the page we signed on... Then I saw that my sig was actually behind his, which brought me to over-analyze things and jump to unusual conclusions and assumptions, as I usually do... Damn my femininity for producing excess hormones which make me focus on things like this..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** The Kaoru-headed dude... Early on, we, or more like I, gathered interest in a fellow browser with the same shaped head as Niikura Kaoru of Dir en Grey... They had extremely similar head shape and structure; he even had Kaoru's praiseworthy cheekbones... Not to mention he had a very Macabre era Kaoru hairstyle... The thing is, even though he had Kaoru's head, he had MatsuJun's facial features... Which was cute yet slightly creepy... It's just too bad that he left before we could get a picture of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** Lyndon Gregorio... I got my Beerkwatro and Treskada signed and bought Beerlenium... I originally wanted Beerkados, but it was too pricey for me then... I also got a couple of Beekada pins... And of course, before we left, we got a picture with him... But most noteworthy, I got to molest him... And subsequently creeped him out... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** Pyramid Head cosplayer... Damn it..! He's creepy as hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** Panty shots..! Dinxy and I were victimized by MJ but I was quick enough to delete mine... As for Dinxy's, I still have the file saved on the computer... Wahaha..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** MJ's man-izing... She managed to pick up one of the comic artists... A fellow Thomasian who proclaims that he is "Lost in Salasco"... What that means, I do not know... But he seems like an interesting fellow with a properly functioning brain, so I guess MJ will be "in love" with the guy for around a week, as usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures are of course posted on my Multiply, since that's the only thing it's good for... Bundles of other stuff happened, but due to my habitual laziness, I won't type down everything... Durgh... Besides, I still have comics to read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116238565135319551?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116238565135319551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116238565135319551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116238565135319551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116238565135319551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/10/komikon-06.html' title='Komikon 06'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116204894836944604</id><published>2006-10-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:37:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIVE..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; anxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Momentary Thing- Something Happens&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh-kaaaay&lt;/em&gt;... I yet again leave my blog to rot while I lounge in laziness... Now, how it is possible for something to rot in cyberspace, I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was cyberly absent, things happened, no duh... Significant events would be the LitSoc acquaintance party, first ever NA4 Creative Conference, my mom whisking away to the States again, GK meet, meeting potential 1Pol1 prospect, my first visit to DLSU-Taft to watch The Popes, final exams, my first ever karaoke session, Awi's birthday, and various others which probably aren't that memorable, seeing as I can't remember them... No elaboration will occur, because I am &lt;em&gt;lazy &lt;/em&gt;and just don't feel like it... So to the faithful readers of my blog, (i.e. me) my sincerest apologies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events (I hate this word) would be Komikon, Charmy and Omi's birthday (Oct. 23) and registration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I need to replenish my mind, seeing as my writing skills have bitten the dust as of this moment... Chowchow, if I'm not back in a week, shoot me... I dare you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116204894836944604?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116204894836944604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116204894836944604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116204894836944604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116204894836944604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-live.html' title='I LIVE..!'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-116368618418534370</id><published>2006-09-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:23:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Destroy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; destructive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Destroyer- HIDEKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hai... Keep things away from me... Although I have a considerably small effective range of around 12 inches, anything within that distance will most likely be obliterated by the immense power of my destructiveness... Mirrors, mice (as in yung sa PC), keyboards, televisions, cellphones, mentalities and the like will all rupture into useless particles of mass... In my touch, they will soon degrade into nothing more than a collection of unified molecules... This is the force of my colossal demolition... In fact, just by reading this, you have put a jinx on yourself... The next time you'll see me, you will self-destruct... I await our next meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of life... Pag dinapuan ka nga naman ng kamalasan... Kung kailan ako nag-aabang ng mahalagang text, (ahahaha...) saka naman iwawalay sa akin ng sansinukob ang aking cellphone... Sa pamamagitan ng paglublob nito sa inidoro... Pambihira... Sinusumpa ko ang girls' CR sa first floor na AB building (Manigas kayo Commerce... Yabang nyo..! Solohin ba raw ang St. Raymund's..? Kapal..!) Sinusumpa ko ang AB Faculty Room na hindi nag-eentertain kapag 11:30-1:30... Sinusumpa ko si Sir Galan, sapagkat siya ang dahilan kung bakit ako napadpad noong panahon na yun doon... At higit sa lahat, sinusumpa ko ang sarili ko kasi dahil sa dakilang kaulilihan at kamalasan ko, nangyari pa ang nakaririmarim na pangyayaring ito... Paalam Karatula..? Paalam Tatsulok..? Hinahangad man kita, hindi ata tayo para sa isa't isa...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-116368618418534370?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/116368618418534370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=116368618418534370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116368618418534370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/116368618418534370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-destroy.html' title='I Destroy...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115902441523643429</id><published>2006-09-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:43:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Enough of Blogthings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: slightly humiliated&lt;br /&gt;music: Mahna Mahna- Muppets (XD)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still addicted to Blogthings... So many more left... O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Should Be A Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Should Be a Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a way with words... and a talent for drawing the pure emotions out of experiences.Your poetry has the potential to make people laugh and cry at the same time. You just need to write it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sort of Artist Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poet talaga, ah... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Inner Muse is Euterpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/euterpe.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are most like this muse of music.While you may or may not be musical... You love music and set life to your own personal soundrack.And you are good at making anyone's heart sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Muse Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music naman daw ngayon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Aura is Violet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/violet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world.And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it!&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say&lt;br /&gt;Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay..! Purple ako, through and through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are Lavender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/lavender.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a sweet person with a very soft personality.People become easily entranced with you. They seem to glow around you.You have a quiet energy that can keep you active late into the night.Even if you aren't the life of the party, you definitely keep the party going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Purple Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay..! My favorite shade of purple..! And color in general..! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Is DENIAL a form of recovery..? I think not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- It's harder when no one even bothers to say it's over... Or whether it even started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Dosha is Kapha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/kapha.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calm and grounded, you are not prone to mood swings or anger.However, once you do get angry, it takes a lot to cool you down.You tend to think a little slower than most people, but your logic is astounding.Overall, you very loyal and trustworthy. You're not scared of being who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You enjoy their company, but often listen more than talk&lt;br /&gt;In love: You crave connection and affection. It's hard for you to be single.&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Exercise vigorously (especially in the sun) and let go of attachments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eecdb5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that people see you as a bit small and insignificant. People pay more attention to you than you think.&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Target yung una, ah... Pero lumabo na sa future tienes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mystery-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh really now..? Misteriosa ba talaga ako..? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered.&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing.You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing.Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal.A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ows..? Landi ko... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are Strawberry Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/strawberry.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core.You often find yourself on the outside looking in.Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works.&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ironic... I hate strawberry ice cream... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are From Pluto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/pluto.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... Now I know... Kaya naman pala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Should Rule Saturn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/saturn.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don't always follow the rules of nature.And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life.You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... Isang Plutonian ang mamumuno sa Saturn..? Ha..! Lakas ng powers ko, ah... That's what you get for demoting my home planet into a "dwarf"..! Saturn is but a mere detour on my path to universal domination... Earth's goin' down..! You Earthlings will pay..! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115902441523643429?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115902441523643429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115902441523643429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115902441523643429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115902441523643429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/09/cant-get-enough-of-blogthings.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough of Blogthings...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115841220884717708</id><published>2006-09-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:29:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Same- Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/pablo-picasso.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your an expressive soul who shows many emotions, with many subtletiesOnly a master painter could represent your glorious contradictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are: 40% Dog, 60% Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You and cats have a lot in common. You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude.However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is passive and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem thoughtful and interested in ideas.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/caffe-vanilla.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Smooth and sweet, you fit in to almost any crowd. No one would suspect you of being a coffee tweaker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Scent is Strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz/strawberry.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fun, flirty, and fresh.You're a complete sweetheart that makes everyone smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Scent Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#96d6c5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are a Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c5efe4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/daisy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see the world with an artist's eye.Finding beauty is easy for you - even in the dullest of moments.You notice all of the colors of the world, from fresh grass to sunsets.You are a total optimist and hedonist. You love to drink life in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You Are Likely an Only Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/only-child.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel frustrated.At work and school, you do best when you're organizing.When you love someone, you tend to worry about them.&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you are emotional and sympathetic.Your ideal careers are: radio announcer, finance, teaching, ministry, and management.You will leave your mark on the world with organizational leadership, maybe as the author of self-help books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115841220884717708?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115841220884717708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115841220884717708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115841220884717708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115841220884717708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings..!'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115736703009430707</id><published>2006-09-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:50:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I cringe at the thought of adulthood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I heard the worst two words you could hear in the dentist's office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ROOT CANAL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh for the love of mercy..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But she said it would be best after 2-3 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I just might welcome my 18th year of my existence in the world with oodles and oodles of pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How appropriate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115736703009430707?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115736703009430707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115736703009430707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115736703009430707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115736703009430707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-i-cringe-at-thought-of-adulthood.html' title='Why I cringe at the thought of adulthood...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115736961678004709</id><published>2006-08-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:34:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palpak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Lunes- Join the Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaguilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang feeling ko tuloy may kasalanan ako sa nangyari sa mata ni Mayam... Sinama ko kasi dun sa Beato... Parang ang grabe pa naman din ng kalagayan nun... Walang nangyayari... Dami ko na ngang suggestions na gawin, wala pa rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko ulit si Archangel..! Dami nyang kasama, in fairness... At maganda yung babae dun... Ahem... Ahem... *selosfornogoodreason* Anyway, may bago na siyang pin sa bag... Di ko nga lang nakita kung ano... Pero buhay pa rin yung FMA pin niya... Syempre, naaalala ko yung pin na yun... Nagsuri pa ako ng picture para lang alamin kung ano yun dati... Hehehe... Nagpagupit na rin siya... And... *jawdrop* Bagay... Sobra... Nakakainlove lang lalo... Mas maayos kaysa dati, pero kung tutuusin, di pa rin naman maayos... Haha..! Pero di kami nagpansinan... Ewan ko lang kung napagtanto niyang naroon ako... Pero baka oo... Kasi nagreply siya sa kin sa DA... At tila hindi siya masaya... Musta naman ang attempt kong maging friendly..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... Ewan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115736961678004709?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115736961678004709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115736961678004709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115736961678004709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115736961678004709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/palpak_30.html' title='Palpak...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115695151448130721</id><published>2006-08-28T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:25:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alam na ang tinira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: mortified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;music: Marijuana- Mga Dyosa XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes..! Finally ang aga ko na ulit..! 6:35 ako nasa school... Bangag kasi kulang sa tulog, pero hindi ako late..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's just the irony na kung kailan ako maaga, saka pa walang klase sa Eco..! And every other subject, for that matter... Walang pumasok na prof sa min... Well, except for Sir Manapat to tell us na hindi nga siya papasok... Anak ng... Pero mabuti na rin siguro yun kasi wala rin akong assignments... Thank You Lord..! Bait Nyo po talaga..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaso lang, ang inatupag namin, drug test... Pinapunta kami sa mainit na room para sa test... Tapos pagkadating dun, narealize ko na kailangan pala ng bolpen so bumalik akong 204... At pagkabalik ko sa tsting room, may gwafung MedTech na nag-abot sa kin ng papers... Nagulat nga ako, eh... Akala ko literal na test yung gagawin... Haha..! Taka ako nun, eh... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As it turned out, urine sample pala yung kukunin nila... Pinafill lang yung mga necessary papers... Nung kinolekta, pinalabas na yung mga guys... At laking gulat namin, pagkabalik nila, unang pumasok si Nicasio, hawak-hawak talaga yung kanyang piss jar, right up in the air... Proud..! Show 'em what you're made of boy... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nung umalis na yung mga boys, mga girls naman yung tinawag... At sinabi yung SOP nila na bukas yung cubicle habang pinupuno mo yung bote... As in may nanonood sa 'yo... Hala ko po..! Nagimbal ako nun... Tagal ko pa ngang nakapila sa labas kasi di ako maihi... Hehe... Nung finally na pumasok na ako, aba, sa unang cubicle pa ako nilagay... Malapit sa salamin... Exposed ako..! At si Bianca nga ay nakakita ng bagay na hindi dapat makita ninuman... Matatawa siguro ako kung di ako nahihiya, nagtataka at naiinis... Kami kasing mga girls litung-lito sa gagawin namin... Pinuproblema kasi namin kung paano magshoot sa maliit na butas... Di nga namin alam kung saan itatapat, ah... Kaya maraming sakuna sa min... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... I feel so... Dirty... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115695151448130721?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115695151448130721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115695151448130721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115695151448130721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115695151448130721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/alam-na-ang-tinira.html' title='Alam na ang tinira...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115695040451472544</id><published>2006-08-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:10:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.27.2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;music: Forever- Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keikei... So today was the first North A4 cluster creative conference... Yay..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went alone because Allianna was sick and MJ was... Well, MJ... When I got to the venue, there weren't even ten people there... and I was technically 30 minutes late by that time... Haha... Not to mention a tad nervous since Kuya Benjie prepared Jez and I to perform... Him on vocals and guitar and me on bass... The songs: Soapdish's Pwede Ba and Join the Club's Lunes... And Lunes was a song I had only heard last night... Labo kasi ni Jez... So gumawa pa ako ng kodigo sa braso ko... Musta naman yun, di ba..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, di rin natuloy yung mga presentations kasi... Ewan ko... Basta di natuloy... Pero masaya pa rin naman... Parang revival ng Kasanggames... Hehehe... Masaya din kasi kinausap ako ni Kuya Eruz... Hahaha..! Lagi na lang ako magbabasa sa sulok... Nyahaha... Aliw talaga yung nilalang na yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kinarir din namin yung pagpicture at pagvideo... At syempre, nasa Multiply ko ang mga yun, except for the vids which I haven't converted yet... Ayoko ng .mov format... Gusto ko mpeg..! Haha..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inabot din kami ni Jane ng 8:00 sa SM (kung saan nga pala natanggal yung isang takong ko) dahil sa pagprint ng mga pics... Since we were there, pinaprint ko na rin yung pic ni ano... Hehehe... Aliw kasi, eh... Habang hinihintay namin yun, tinanggal ko yung isa ko pang takong at nag-CR kami... On the way back, nagstopover pa kami sa House of Praise kasi pinapatugtog nila yung "Forever"... Favorite... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahay... Sakit ng paa ko... Kati ko pa... Pinapiyestahan ako ng mga lamok... At may pasok pa bukas at wala akong naatupag na assignment... Not even the reading assignments... Yay for me..! But an even bigger yay for the Lord..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pauso na ni Kuya Eruz: God is there... Everywhere..! (Tama nga ba..? XD)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115695040451472544?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115695040451472544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115695040451472544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115695040451472544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115695040451472544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/08272006.html' title='08.27.2006'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115694933358973178</id><published>2006-08-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:48:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Prison to Gateway... Musta naman yun..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;music: Forever- The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was our trip to Bilibid Prisons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got there and left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At pretty much that pace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So just imagine my happiness after waking up at aroung two in the morning, waiting for hours for the FX to get filled, being in a very uncomfortable position in the seat, getting to school at 5:30 (the gates were still closed), strolling through an empty Lovers' Lane, waiting for people at the catwalk while singing Akap, walking from place to place looking for the meeting spot, waiting again for a loooong time to get into the bus, getting my hands sticky from pancake syrup, a bumpy bus ride, standing under the hot sun waiting to get in, and a whole lot of other stuff I could complain about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The two likely reasons they gave us for our evacuation were (1) the papers didn't get to the director or (2)riot at the maximum security... The first being the most likely and the second being the most interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the bus dropped us off at school where we hung out at the catwalk for a while... Soon, most of them left, And it was basically Anna, Sheep, Mayam and I there when Brice and Ched (?) showed up... Ched dragged Anna to the Arch of the Centuries to show her the phallic symbol... At which Brice kept asking what phallic was... Hahaha... Laugh trip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we headed off to Gateway, but the boys and girls went down seperate paths on the overpass... Chivalry is dead... Wawa tuloy si Mayam... Hehehe... We planned on riding an FX, but we saw Anna's dad, so we hitched a ride with them... Hahaha... Lucky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nalula ako sa Gateway... It's glorious... Loved it... We didn't do too much, we walked around a bit, ate (well, kinda) and went arcading... Nakita ko pa nga ata sina Yuumi at Kyle, but I'm not sure if it's really them... Haha... Sosyal ang arcade dun, ah... De-plastik... I had fun shooting hoops... It's been a while since I've been in an arcade... Miss ko na yung Quantum..! And si Hybrid..! Pati na rin siguro sila Dao Ming Si, Wafuman at Shinman... Kahit na rin si Kid... Astig yun, eh... And Plake boy, Tres and the various other Quantum mainstays... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pauwi, nagbus moment ulit ako... Salamat kina Anna, Kuku and Sheep sa paghatid sa kin... sayang lang at di ako nakabili ng macapuno dun sa bus... Sarap pa naman din... Inabot ako ng ulan so shelter muna ako sa SM Fairview, as always naman, rain or shine... I wanted to drop by Quantum, but seeing my damp condition, I decided not to make my reappearance just then... I wonder if any of my fellow mainstays think of what happened to MJ and I... Ilang months na kami hindi nagpapakita... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... My brain function is deteriorating, so tata for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115694933358973178?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115694933358973178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115694933358973178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115694933358973178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115694933358973178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-prison-to-gateway-musta-naman-yun.html' title='From Prison to Gateway... Musta naman yun..?'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115660262279437719</id><published>2006-08-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:02:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain... The Agony... The Sorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Stars are Blind- Paris Hilton (Waaaaaah..! Noooo..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.E.... Softball... Practicals... Base running... 2... Throwing... 1.25... Catching... 1.25... Mud... Pain... Bruises... Me... Tired... Bed... Sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115660262279437719?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115660262279437719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115660262279437719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115660262279437719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115660262279437719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/pain-agony-sorrow.html' title='The Pain... The Agony... The Sorrow...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115694390173127503</id><published>2006-08-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:28:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;music: Here She Comes- Low Millions (again..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A medley of happy, fun, bouncy sunshine songs is playing in my head as I smile to myself, attracting confused stares from onlookers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why, you may ask..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he saw me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he said hi... Well, technically, he said "oi", but knowing him, that's enough to make my heart swell to twice its size... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That "oi" eradicated all the frustration of the misfortunes of the week... The body pains, another tardy for Economics class, the irritation and painful wires on my teeth were all forgotten with one glimpse of his new hairdo and one syllable from his ever pouty lips... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess he doesn't totally hate me... He still acknowledges my existence... He hasn't entirely forgotten me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can remove the necklace now... But I won't... Just to keep a reminder of him close by... And now I'll have to carry around a marker... Just in case we bump into each other and he needs one because he didn't bring his... Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed you, Archangel..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115694390173127503?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115694390173127503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115694390173127503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115694390173127503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115694390173127503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally.html' title='Finally..!'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115617160148908519</id><published>2006-08-21T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:54:30.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinakantahan nyo ba ako..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; in slight pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Let Him Go- Frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... Due to the lack of interesting happenings or cranial activity, here is me jumping on the "lyrics on blog" bandwagon... Logical fallacy... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let Him Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heard the news yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heard he's on a southern route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now he kept his motor running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Run for miles and miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for sure, I dont know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If he'll ever be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have told him what you really feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you love him, I can see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have held him when you still had your chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have told him that you still care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I guess its too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know its really hard to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That someone special deep inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know that it ain't easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That he left you hangin' down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for sure, I dont know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If he'll ever be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have told him what you really feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you love him, I can see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have held him when you still had your chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have told him that you still care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I guess its too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for sure, I dont know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If he'll ever be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have told him what you really feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you love him, I can see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have held him when you still had your chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should have told him that you still care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now I guess its too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's all over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let him go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um... Frio, what exactly were you saying again..? x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115617160148908519?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115617160148908519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115617160148908519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115617160148908519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115617160148908519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/kinakantahan-nyo-ba-ako.html' title='Kinakantahan nyo ba ako..?'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115608711966356697</id><published>2006-08-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:23:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm not the same... My life You've changed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; happy and excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Forever- Hillsongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll worship at Your throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whisper my own love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With all my heart I'll sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For You my Dad and King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll live for all my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To put a smile on Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when we finally meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It'll be for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh how wide You open up Your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I need Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how far You would come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If ever I was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And You said that all You feel for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is undying love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That You showed me through the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll worship You my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll worship You my God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever I will sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever I will be with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be with You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God, I feel great..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I finally felt the glory of worship and how it's supposed to feel to be a member of the Youth for Christ... If only I had known before, I wouldn't have wasted so much time... But still, I'm grateful that I was given the opportunity to know and love God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Kasangga was fine... It was fun... Allianna and I even joined in the "paint a picture" game... Rather against our will at first, but we went along anyway... The rest of the games were interesting to watch, probably a menace to play, though... And I just realized how many Anthonian seniors are YFC members... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it didn't matter... Nothing matched the power, beauty and strength of the worship sessions... I felt Christ beside me... I was reaching out... And He touched me back... God, I don't even have comprehensible ideas to express... It's something you really have to feel for yourself... I just can't explain how almost breaking down in the middle of a song can be so liberating and glorious... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't thank Kuya Miko enough for recruiting me... I owe him so much... Although I'll most likely never tell him that... Hehehe... Now I understand what he was talking about when he was trying to get MJ and I to join... And when we were urging MJ to come to the Echo-ILC... He was so vague then, but now everything's coming together in perfect sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thankful... Thankful for being a YFC member, for the friends I've met, the lessons I've learned, for this day, this moment, this feeling, this life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thankful that Jesus gave His life for us... And that for some reason, even after all the betrayal, all the sin and doubt, He found someone like me worthy enough to be near Him...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115608711966356697?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115608711966356697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115608711966356697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115608711966356697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115608711966356697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-im-not-same-my-life-youve.html' title='I know I&apos;m not the same... My life You&apos;ve changed...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115599965207563026</id><published>2006-08-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:47:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukas na..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; One Way- Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday wasn't exactly good... 30 minutes akong late sa Economics so di ko na sinipot si Sir Manapat... Kumain na lang kami ni MJ sa McDo... Pagkadating ko sa classroom, nalaman kong consumer behavior theory ang lesson... Hirap daw... Great... At inantok ako bigla pagdating ng Theo... Ewan ko kung bakit... Di ako makasulat ng matinong evaluation... Maling date pa yung sinulat ko... August 17, eh August 18 dapat... Living in the past talaga... Tsk tsk... Nagpropoganda sa min yung Anakbayan nung Socio kaya naubos yung time ni Ka Puroy... Sa English naman may quiz... Bagsak ako... Yay..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umuwi ng maaga si OmU kaya kaming apat lang nila Molly, Kuku and Anna ang kumain sa may carpark... Pagkaalis ni Anna para sa PE niya, dun ko lang napagtanto na di pala sila nag-uusap ni Molly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After nun, nagpunta kaming tatlo sa Engineering Complex para hintayin yung prof ni Molly sa korfball... Ibibigay niya kasi yung t-shirt niya dun... Habang nandun kami, nagshare kami ng kung anu-anong mga stories... Nakakatawa, nakakatakot saka nakakaiyak... Nagdamayan kami ni Molly sa isyu ng aming mga namayapang magulang, (Mommy niya saka Daddy ko) parehas na cancer yung dahilan (breast cancer saka lymphoma) nung high school pa kami... Nagcrack yung boses ko nun... Nakakaiyak... Pero it felt good na nailabas ko yung ilang points tungkol dun... Di ko kasi yung napag-uusapan sa mga high school friends ko, eh... At least nararamdaman kong pwede akong maging open sa mga friends ko ngayon at na pwede rin silang maging open sa kin... Natuwa ako kasi di nagpigil si Molly na ibahagi sa kin ang parteng yun ng buhay niya at masaya din ako na napaisip din si Kuku tungkol sa pamilya niya... Isang "aww" moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Umuwi na kami ng mga 1:00 nang dumating sa wakas yung prof ni Molly... Nadiskubre ko rin na parang may naupuan akong bubblegum... Leche... Pagkauwi ko, bagsak kaagad ako sa kama... Nagising na lang ako nung dumating yung mama ko galing sa SM at binigyan ako ng pagkain... Natulog ulit ako pagkatapos at nagising ulit nung dumating yung tito, tita at mga pinsan ko... Ingay nila... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Natulog ulit ako ng mga 11:30 at nagising ng mga 11:45 kaninang umaga... Kaya ngayon, I feel the pain... Hahaha... Puro internet at TV lang ang inatupag ko sa araw na ito... Sa Lunes na lang yung mga assignments... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Excited na ako para bukas, eh... Kasangga na..! Ngayon lang ako makakapunta dun... Si MJ di ata sasali, pero buti na lang si Allianna sasama sa kin... Sana makasama ko rin bukas sila Gaea, Jane and company... Sana rin magpunta si... *ubo*&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eruz&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*ubo* pero malabo atang mangyari yun kasi marami na siyang inaatupag... Well, at least sa ganon, makakafocus talaga ako sa tamang dahilan ng pagpunta ko dun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what else could that reason be but to devote myself to the praise, worship and service of our almighty God... &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115599965207563026?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115599965207563026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115599965207563026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115599965207563026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115599965207563026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/bukas-na.html' title='Bukas na..!'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115582639204931290</id><published>2006-08-18T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:35:02.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confession to No One... Cowardice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; sappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Panaginip Lang- Paramita&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/archangel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe that this is how I spent my philosophy class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not only do I have a picture of the atrocity, there are eyewitnesses who personally viewed me in the pursuance of the vile, vile deed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have wasted roughly 30 minutes and a fraction of my tuition fee because of that thing, but I wouldn't mind if it wasn't... Well... What it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what may that be..? None other than the word that has pestered my existence since the summer of junior year... The word that has a face, a name, a voice... The word that is HIM, the one whose name refuses to fall from my lips, but whose murmurs echo within the chambers of my heart... The word that is the last mocking cackle of a dying bonfire on a cold, dank night... My archangel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rapatch... Ra... Rap...&lt;/span&gt; I can't even say his name now without adjoining his due honorific... Kuya... &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kuya Raphael&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... A chill comes over me as I see his name on the screen in tiny letters... Trying to hide what shouldn't be hidden... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I love him..? The answer I acknowledge has forever been fluctuating, but the solid ground is, yes... Why, you may ask..? Love needs no reason... There is no need for rationalization, this is a matter of the heart, and not the head... How else could I have been so foolish if it wasn't my heart that has been serenading me for all this time..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had my opportunities, but I missed them... He had his and he missed them... Kept back by doubt, pride and chance... Too young and too overwhelmed... Too selfish to risk anything... But what an irony it is when after straying from the hazy, murky trail, you discover after the dust clears that the road that was ahead of you was straight and smooth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize this now... The road is right before us, all we have to do is take it and open the door at the end of the path... The key is with us... But after standing in the dust for too long, has it been lost..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without an answer, I'm left deaf, blind, mute and lame... As I wander aimlessly, I stumble and fall... Falling deeper than I already have... Plunging into the cracks of the earth to be swallowed in all my entirety...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in this longing, I feel I am bound to the world that keeps the two of us apart... This planet, the people, the emotions and I are one, inside one another... He is within me, and I with him... The words I long to say but never said are etched onto the core of the earth, buried within the earth's arcane depths, to stay beneath all sight, but ablaze for all of forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115582639204931290?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115582639204931290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115582639204931290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115582639204931290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115582639204931290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/confession-to-no-one-cowardice.html' title='A Confession to No One... Cowardice...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115582857014853020</id><published>2006-08-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T13:28:43.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; drunk on Diet Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Panaginip Lang- Paramita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ngunit bago ka lumisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palayain ako..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May I ask all to pardon the abomination of a post that is to follow... I've already been in a pathetic state recently and Sir Galan's class today just triggered a new kind of monstrosity... Pablo Neruda's "Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche"/"Tonight I can write the saddest lines" has given me a cardiac papercut... Not to mention that I have overinduced myself with that horrible drink Diet Pepsi... That's just a recipe for disaster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115582857014853020?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115582857014853020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115582857014853020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115582857014853020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115582857014853020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115565268813645570</id><published>2006-08-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:44:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers hurt from texting... &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; chillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Eleanor- Low Millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahahay... My literary sense is going down the drain... Dahil ba sa kakulangan sa inspiration..? Has my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;arch&lt;/span&gt;angel flown away from meeeee..? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, nothing spectacular about today... I met with MJ at Olympus since she had to get something from me so we went to school (FEU for her and UST for me) together... And she just had to tell me this story about how one of her childhood dogs went over the bakod, but landed on the spikes and got it's stomach ripped open... That was nasty... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As expected, I was late for first period, as I perpetually am... I was out of breath by the time I got to the classroom... And it wasn't thrilling that we were rechecking out British Lit papers and that I had to be ready with an answer for one of the questions... After that was over, it went prettym much smoothly... Despite my 15 minute ordeal with that exam, I got a pretty decent grade... Haha..! Thank you cute bus dude... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally, Sir Galan showed up for class again... He was pretty late though since he got stuck in the rain... I hadn't even finished by pretzel sticks and Cali when he showed up, so I was munching throughout class and bit my tongue... Karma... We got our test papers back, and I did fine... I wouldn't dare fail Sir Galan's class... I like him too much to do that... Hehehe... He even stunned us when he recited Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 (?) from memory... And he left us with a memorable quote which he asked s not to quote, "P*t*ng in*ang buhay naman to..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't study for the second part of Geography, but I did have my list of continent things... Ms. Yanga gave us back the first part of the exam and I was happy to have gotten 45/50... Tama nga ang kutob ko... Hehehe... But I was surprised when Ma'am disregarded 7 items of the test and changed the total number of items to 45... So technically, I got a perfect score... Nakaririrarim... Haha... But the blank map portion is going to wreck my score... How sad... So sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for Philosophy, Sir Rey didn't show up, which was a bit of a relief for me because I didn't feel like finding out how I did on that test... He really is a philosopher... He knows how the mind works and how to confuse it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we were "dismissed" early... Omu went on ahead because she had plans with some of her friends so Molly, Kuku, Anna and I went to find someplace to eat... We settled for the Mexican food stand in the carpark... I ordered a cheese and salsa quesadilla which brought me much distress... It was good, but it got all smooshed and sticky so I couldn't eat it without making a mess of myself... After we finished our food, the three of them went home, while I stayed behind for my P.E. class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was about to head to the C.R. in the parking area when I ran into Mayam, Jena, Aiko, Elena, Tin and Lance... Iniisa-isa ko talaga sila... Hehehe... I stuck around with them for a while before heading upstairs at 12:55, my time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were 3 people ahead before me in the line for the comfort room, and I think I aggrevated a few people by changing my clothes in there... Sinita nga ako nung maintenance, eh... Bawal na daw magbihis dun... Dati naman pwede, eh... Total, naniningil na sila ng P5 sa mga guests na gagamit ng comfort room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didn't do anything in P.E. because of the rain... We just sat there for 45 minutes looking in envy at the volleyball class that got cancelled... Karma's gonna have a fit with me again, but I found it hard to conceal my amusement when one of my classmates got whomped right in the head by a post thing... I don't know what to call it... But man, did she taste it... Hehe... I'm evil... After Ms. de Torres checked the attendance,(there were probably only approx. 20 of us there) she dismissed us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The whole FX ride home, I was texting Bunso habang nagsosoundtrip... Hehe... Finally may katext na akong YFC sa Globe... Dalawa na sila...Yeh..! Buong araw ko nga ata katext si Kuya Esau, eh... &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sana mag-Globe na din kuya niya..!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nakaunli naman kasi ako so nilubos ko na... Wala na kasi akong back-up load... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... I told you that my brain is a scattered flurry of turmoil... Bahala na yung sabog na entry na to... Inaantok na kasi ako, eh... As always... Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115565268813645570?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115565268813645570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115565268813645570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115565268813645570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115565268813645570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-fingers-hurt-from-texting.html' title='My fingers hurt from texting... &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115556962204621810</id><published>2006-08-14T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:33:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another survey to remind me that I haven't moved on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; missing my archangel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; No Reply- Steve Conte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.Sinong crush mo sa school niyo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Eh di kung sino yung crush ko sa dati kong school... Siya pa rin... Total, schoolmate ko pa rin siya, eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guwapo ba siya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Para sa kin, oo... At para na rin sa ilang mga kakilala ko...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Mabait ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- In some ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.May girlfriend ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Wala... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mahal mo na ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ahem... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oo..?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Bakit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ang love, hindi nangangailangan ng dahilan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ano initials ng crush mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- R.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Song mo para sa kanya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ewan... Kanta ni MJ para sa min, "Muling Ibalik ang Tamis ng Pag-Ibig"... Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do u know his cell number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Hindi... Di ko nga alam kung may cellphone siya ngayon, eh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do u see him everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- No... Di ko pa siya nakikita since April pa ata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do u like most about him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- *sigh* I can't specify any one thing... It's just... Him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Tingin mo may paki rin siya sayo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ngayon..? Ewan ko lang... Pero parang wala na rin since hindi siya nagpaparamdam sa kin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kelan birthday niya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- October 12...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Does he have a crush on you too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Even if he did, nothing would happen... Believe me, I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tingin mo mababasa ng crush mo to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Hell no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115556962204621810?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115556962204621810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115556962204621810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115556962204621810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115556962204621810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-survey-to-remind-me-that-i.html' title='Another survey to remind me that I haven&apos;t moved on...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115556795856803426</id><published>2006-08-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:19:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Symptoms of Miminess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; distressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Akap- Imago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakew po..! Ang sagwa ng grade ko sa exam sa Eco... Baaaad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, na-tag ako ni Mayam (or at least I think she tagged me) so here I am fulfilling my bloggly duties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog of their 6 weird habits/things, as well as state this rule clearly.. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I used to be able to play the piano (fairly well), ride a bicycle, rollerskate and swim, but after many years of not doing so, I have lost my capability of doing these... Pambihira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I graduated from elementary with the "Best in Conduct" award... During my senior year of high school, my conduct grade tottered on the brink of a C (B, B-) and once had the most number of "violations " (Pfft... Loka lang kasi si Anne...) among the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I refuse to eat the original (mint with chocolate filling) Dynamite candy because of a certain instance in high school... Any other flavor of Dynamite is fine, just not that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I was once immensely hooked on Final Fantasy VII, VIII, X and X-2... But I have never played a single Final Fantasy game in my entire life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; When I laugh audibly, it's most likely a fake laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; When I'm alone at night, I like to have my back leaning against something... It's hard to explain... I get kinda scared when there's open space behind me... I feel like someone or something will creep up behind me... When my back is pressed against something, I feel more secure for some reason... Mild paranoia..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for the 6 people I'll tag... Hmm... I've done this before on DA, but most of my friends have accounts there... I don't have very many blog friends... Haha... So... If ever you're reading this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mollytree&lt;/strong&gt; (get well soon nga pala..!), &lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kuku&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jena&lt;/strong&gt; (di pa naman siya gumagawa so tag ko na rin... =P) and random two people, I just tagged you... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115556795856803426?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115556795856803426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115556795856803426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115556795856803426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115556795856803426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/6-symptoms-of-miminess.html' title='6 Symptoms of Miminess'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115556436589610035</id><published>2006-08-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:15:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims: DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Everything- Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, prelims are over... Now all I have to worry about are the results... Hahaha... Considering I didn't study so well, I just hope I don't flunk myself into debarment...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recap:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Room 209-&lt;/strong&gt; Ewan ko kung sino talaga ang mga occupants nito... Ayos naman yung room, mas matino dito kaysa dun sa Room 214...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British Lit-&lt;/strong&gt; See previous entry...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast of St. Dominic de Guzman (what a name... XD)&lt;br /&gt;No classes..! All praise St. Dominic..!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English-&lt;/strong&gt; What was up with Test II..? Pasang awa na siguro to... Ako, pasang awa sa English... Who would have imagined..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contemporary World Geography-&lt;/strong&gt; Haba ng name... Ang daming kakabisaduhin para dito... Aral talaga ako sa FX para dito... Sa FX lang ako nag-aral saka sa classroom... Hehehe... I have a feeling I had the right answers... Syempre, kasi sino ba namang tanga ang sasagot ng sa palagay niya'y mali... Duh... Well, let's see na lang kung anong magiging resulta nito... May part 2 pa pala to next week... Blank map... x_x&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Lit-&lt;/strong&gt; Aww... Di si Sir Galan yung proctor... Hehehe... Di pala siya mahirap magbigay ng test... Medyo nakakalito lang kasi halo-halo yung mga test types... Nakakaduling... Surprising na walang essay portion... Medyo confident ako na matino ang grade ko sa test na to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Economics-&lt;/strong&gt; Didn't really study as much as I should have... I had trouble with the test... Especially since it involved shading... I hate shading...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sociology-&lt;/strong&gt; We had to answer 2 out of 3 questions... Essay... Easy enough, but I didn't even crack open my notes to read... So I didn't really have an idea of what to write down... Sana tumama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Philosophy-&lt;/strong&gt; Confusing ang true or false... Ang essay ayos lang naman... Tinitigan ko talaga yung reviewer sa FX... Tinitigan lang... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to me and everyone else who had to deal with the pesterance that is the prelim exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115556436589610035?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115556436589610035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115556436589610035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115556436589610035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115556436589610035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/prelims-done.html' title='Prelims: DONE'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115548477671188532</id><published>2006-08-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:03:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; drowzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Here She Comes- Low Millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha..! Mid-prelims week... Nothing to say, really... I was just flipping through deviantART and caught sight of my old signature... It's one of my favorite quotes from Azumanga Daioh, courtesy of Osaka, the adorable little loon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There's a red-nosed reindeer... That's mean... The way he said it doesn't help at all... 'Your shining nose is useful in the fog...' If you told a bald man that his head was helpful in the dark, you'd get punched in the face..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha..! Priceless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And just to keep you busy, here are the lyrics to an insanely catchy (and sweet) song that's been in my head lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here She Comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low Millions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can taste you on my tongue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can still feel what my hands have done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got you on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than anything or anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what we have is a connection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got front row seats to each other's affection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're such a thirsty rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can still see you when my eyes are closed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love glows when I'm with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she flows like a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love's every single song on the radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love's every pretty face on video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm seeing her in everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here she comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I don't know where you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's like I see you in every passing car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see you in a crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or I can see you when I'm looking at the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love glows when I'm with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she flows like a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love's every single song on the radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love's every pretty face on video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love, my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm seeing her in everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here she comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she shines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the stars look up to her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yea she shines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she shimmers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love's every single song on the radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love's every pretty face on video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love is a thousand pages of beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And here she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115548477671188532?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115548477671188532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115548477671188532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115548477671188532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115548477671188532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115548364612708638</id><published>2006-08-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:44:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fine Way to Start the Prelims Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; dazed and confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Personal Jesus- Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/Image02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These bus tickets are my memorabilia from my first ever preliminary exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what a day it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;British Literarure (Lit201) was scheduled for the day, and that was it... A major subject held by the professor that everyone loves to hate, Barney..! Or as I like to call her, Aling Fely... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my mom woke me up at around 4:00 AM, it was raining pretty hard... I was still hellishly sleepy, so I was praying that classes would be suspended... So that I'd have more time to sleep, and eventually, study... Unfortunately, fate was not on my side, so at around 5:00, I got out of bed and hopped into the shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got to Almar at around 6:00 and waited a mental equivalent of eternity for an FX that never came... Dismayed, I decided to catch a ride at North Olympus, like I usually do when I'm unlucky at Almar... When I got to Olympus, lo and behold... The line was... Well, it was pretty damn long... I saw my blockmate Ces in the line and asked if I could cut, but she wouldn't let me... Haha... So I trudged to the back... I even saw a former schoolmate (and former crush) in line, but we didn't pay any attention to each other... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 45 minutes, I got tired of waiting for FXs that didn't come, so I got out of line and asked Ces if she wanted to come with me and hitch a ride on a jeep... She agreed, so we waited for something to pass by... We considered taking a cab, a jeep or a bus... We went with the bus, since it was the first one that came along by the time we'd made a decision... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was airconditioned, and we were lucky enough to get seats, but not very good ones... We were at the front of the bus, on this multi-person seat thing that I can't describe... It wasn't too comfortable, but it was tolerable... I started to study for the test, lest I flunk and have Aling Fely nag at me all summer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At Zabarte, near Sacred Heart, this really cute guy got onto the bus... Haha..! I guess I wasn't too focused on the Cavaliers and the Puritans... He was fairly tall, chinito, and had on a navy blue jacket... I remember he had a cute bag and a few pins on it... A soccer ball, a swastika (which I wasn't fond of) and a few other I can't recall... There weren't anymore seats, so he had to resort to clutching onto the poles... Luckily for me, I was seated near a pole... Hahaha..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the bus got more crowded, the people were all getting a little too close for comfort... Even the dude... I had to keep myself in balance, because everytime the bus jerked, I got a little too acquainted with the dude... However, just keep in mind that he was standing up, and I was sitting down... Not a very comfortable scenario... But there was this really nice old lady that was sitting near me... She offered to hold the bag of this one lady who was standing, and she helped me to get in a more comfortable position...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The whole ride I spent reading up on British literature, worrying about the time and trying not to crash into the dude... After a while, I closed the reader, pretty much fed up with Spenser and Shakespeare and Malory... And after a while, more people got off the bus which means I got to sit next to the dude... Haha..! One good reason to ride the bus... Dang, that dude was &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, when we finally arrived at school, (ah, to bid a silent farewell to my love of... 2 hours, or so... XD) we were already 45 minutes late... I thanked God that at least there was someone there with me, so I wouldn't have to pop in the classroom all alone... I even saw Kelly by the fountain near the entrance... Hehehe... Going back, it turns out that Ces and I weren't the only drastically late arrivals... We ran into Elaine and Brice in the hall who didn't know where the testing room was... When we found the room, no one wanted to go in first... Hehe... But eventually, we all went in at once and got out heads snapped off by Barney... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The four of us were only given 15 minutes to finish the test... I had to go with my insticts on the test, there wasn't enough time to think out things too much... I even made a mistake on one of the tests because I missed the directions... Instead of just writing the letter of the choices, I wrote out the entire titles of the pieces... In my defense, the directions weren't mentioned in that part, and the choices were at the very bottom of the test (and on a different page than the first part) so I had to secretly borrow liquid paper from Kamae... It's a good thing I didn't get caught, or else Barney would have dipped me in a vat of purple ink and hang me on her wall, or something... I actually answered all the questions on the test, most likely with nonsense, but answers nonetheless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I got out of that room, my brain still hadn't recovered and was pretty disoriented... I must have looked like a loon, but then again, that wouldn't have been much of a departure of how I usually look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some way to start my first college exam... Well, at least that dude on the bus was cute... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115548364612708638?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115548364612708638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115548364612708638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115548364612708638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115548364612708638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/fine-way-to-start-prelims-week.html' title='A Fine Way to Start the Prelims Week'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115547705856767016</id><published>2006-08-06T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:43:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprisingly Serene Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; strangely enlightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Heaven- um... YFC North A4 version, I guess..?)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... So today I attended the YFC meeting at Tito Billy's place that Kuya Miko called... I usually don't go to those things if MJ doesn't come along, but I decided to seperate myself for a while... I already missed &lt;s&gt;practically&lt;/s&gt; all the prayer meetings coz MJ didn't feel like going... Besides, I already told Kuya Benjie that I'd be there, I already bailed on him at least twice, so I felt guilted into showing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was pretty reluctant on going since tomorrow's our test in Lit201... I didn't study yesterday because of the makeup classes in Sociology and Geography (what a combination... x_x) so I really needed to cram... What happened was, I just brought along my reader, a pen and my trusty highlighter... Purple, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was getting dressed, I got a text message... It was from Kuya Miko using Irene's number... He was asking if I wanted to meet them somewhere, since I didn't know exactly where Tito Billy's house was... I agreed, and so we planned to meet at the GotoKing in Robinson's... I probably shouldn't have said yes since the meeting was supposed to be at 1:00, and it was already 12:45 by then... Haha... But YFC happenings are never on time, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 1, I left home, got on a Camarin-bound jeep and paid for a ride to Zapote... I didn't want to take the Almar route since they're fixing the road by Cielito which makes for killer traffic and dust... But while I was on the way, Kuya Miko texted again, with a different number this time (later, I found out that it was Kuya Esau's a.k.a. Utol/Bunso) asking if it was alright if we just met at the Flying V across from Junji St... I couldn't say no, so I just told him I'd see him there... I got off at Almar, since it would be impractical to go by the Zapote way... The traffic wasn't really that bad... I got to Zabarte at around 1:30 and saw no one at the Flying V... After standing around for a while and getting weird looks from passers-by, I texted the unknown number again to tell Kuya Miko that I was there... While waiting, I opened my reader, hoping to maximize my study time... It didn't take long for Kuya Miko to get there... I din't recognize him right away since he was wearing this pink and baby blue colored cap... The colors of Utol..! So it wasn't too much of a surprise when I saw that Kuya Esau was with him, and so was Ate Cherry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to them, and was welcomed my Kuya Miko's expected high five... Kuya Esau tried to say hi, but since I like being a snob to Bunso, (Feel na feel ko ang pagiging "Ate" ni "Bunso"... Haha...) I brushed him off with my usual "Ayoko sa'yo... Masama ka..." line... Ate Cherry just smiled and that's when Kuya Miko realized that we might not have been introduced... I already knew her from the Covenant Orientation, but I wanted to be sure of who it was... Hehe... There wasn't much talking (on my part, at least) on the way to Tito Billy's, but Kuya Miko did ask how UST life was... After that, Ate Cherry and Kuya Esau went on to ask him how PUP was... The rest, I don't remember so well, but I do remember hearing Kuya Miko say that people were looking weirdly at us... No idea why, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of awkward walking into the house, basically because everyone else seemed so welcome there, and since I was a new member, and a new acquaintance in general, well, I was kind of out of place... I was surprised to know that Leslie was already there... She was just in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, so it was a bit more awkward because I felt kinda overdressed... But I rationalized in my head that I still had to go to mass (bait na bata... XD) and pass by SM on the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the couch and started reviewing the historical background of the Anglo-Saxon period of British literature... Kuya Miko sat down next to me and asked if he could help me with my lessons... It was a nice gesture, but a sophomore HRM major and a Literature freshman apparently don't have similar courses... I showed him what I was reading, and he flipped through a few pages before handing it back to me saying "Dinudugo ako rito..." Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, people finally started showing up... Nikki, Anita and two other people I didn't recognize, Joseph and some unknown dude, then Ahren and Kim who almost walked past the house (buti na lang nakasilip sa bintana si Bunso...) and Kuya Benjie made a grand entrance with shades and all... Hehe... It was around 2:30 then, I guess... Kuya Miko had made a few announcements by then, which he would have to repeat later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started with the worship and opening prayer, and didn't exactly get down to business... We started with &lt;em&gt;kwentuhan&lt;/em&gt;, basically... Just a sharing session about what happened during the week... I was amused by this part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Exam kasi namin...&lt;br /&gt;Ahren?: Bagsak ka..?&lt;br /&gt;Kim: Bagsak nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not outstanding comedy, but Kim had this deadpan look on his face... Things like that make me happy... Hehehe... Nikki had an interesting evening out yesterday, apparently (I use this word too much, don't I..?) she went to her friend's debut yesterday, and they went to some pub in Timog... She came home at 7:00 that morning... Ha..! Anita had a long story of "&lt;em&gt;abangan&lt;/em&gt;"-ness (na hindi rin natuloy, parang yung pag-aabang namin ni MJ... XD) that I don't really remember... Leslie didn't talk much since she had a problem with her vocal chords, Kuya Benjie had these painful training stories, I don't remember what Ate Cherry, Joseph and the unknown peeps said... Bunso had an amusing story which was amusing basically because it involved his humiliation... XD It was about how he copied his homework from a classmate early that day and how another classmate copied his homework... Unfortunately for him, that classmate got caught... So the both of them were asked to sing in front of class... Haha... &lt;em&gt;Buena mano pa ang loko... &lt;/em&gt;I didn't really have much to say except that I saw a few former schoolmates, which was then followed by Kuya Miko teasing me that I must have seen my crush, with which Kuya Esau replied, &lt;em&gt;"Nasa bahay kaya..." &lt;/em&gt;Haha... Real funny, Bunso... Then I mentioned the makeup classes we had yesterday... According to Ate Cherry, we have some pretty unusual subjects... Then I ranted about the test tomorrow, which got me called bitter at Aling Fely... Hahaha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kuya Miko gave us this activity thing that he got from his Management prof... It was interesting, actually... A hypothetical situation which involves choosing between people who get to live and (possibly) die... We had a laugh when practically everyone killed off Mang Kadyo... I don't feel like explaining the entire thing, so I won't... Hahaha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we ate our snacks, egg sandwiches and Coke, while Kuya Miko repeated the announcements about all the conferences that were coming up... Creative conference and everything like that... I have no idea what category to go for... I'd prefer band, but since MJ will likely pounce for the bassist position, and I have lost all competence for the keyboards, there's no place for me... I'm considering either choir (which I have experience at) or cheering (which I also have experience at, but suck at) Never will I join the dance... I adamantly refuse... But I won't have to make a final decision until the end of the month, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, a few of the members said that they were going to mass, so I asked if i could tag along... I mean, it was better that going alone... There were just six of us, Leslie, Ate Cherry, Kuya Miko, Kuya Benjie, Kuya Esau and I... It was raining and there were only two umbrellas between the six of us, so it was Ate Cherry, Kuya Miko and I under one, and Kuya Benjie, Leslie and Bunso under the other one... As you can probably tell, we didn't exactly stay dry during the walk... I got my reader pretty wet... Luckily, the purple highlighter ink didn't smear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were around half an hour late for the mass... It was the first time I'd been inside Mary the Queen... I just recently found out that they were finished building that church... Since there weren't anymore vacancies in the pews, we went upstairs, which was kinda freaky because there were just a few scattered chairs, and dust everywhere... It looked like a horror movie backdraft and it didn't help that the stairs were helplessly narrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really hear what the priest was saying, so I honestly didn't listen too well to the sermons and whatnot... The others probably weren't either, since they kept on talking and hiding each others' stuff... Kuya Esau even mentioned to me that they adopted a cat and kept it at their grandfather's house, or something, I think... And I just had to be happy when that filled my mind with images of Kuya Eruz playing with a little cat... Haha... Adorable... *hearts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a tad depressing walking under the rain along unknown streets... Mainly because I was hoping that someone else was under the umbrella with me... A certain other YFC member, *ahem*ahem* but mostly... &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;... My archangel... I've been missing him &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;too much lately... But anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was surprised when I saw we were approaching the gate of Teresa Heights... I was wondering where the hell that place was... I told them I was leaving for SM, which surprised Kuya Miko since we walked farther away from there, at which Kuya Benjie apologized for mishearing me and telling me to go with them... Hehe... They hailed me a jeep and I was off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't do much at SM... Just bought a few pencils and some food at KFC... Then I went home right away... And read over my lessons again... Nothing really stuck in my head, actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though today was rainy, dreary, a tad lonely and tiring, I kinda wish that more of my days would be like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115547705856767016?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115547705856767016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115547705856767016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115547705856767016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115547705856767016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/surprisingly-serene-day.html' title='A Surprisingly Serene Day'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115736565660035936</id><published>2006-08-06T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:27:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palpak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; You and Me- Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakakaguilty... Kasi parang may kasalanan ako sa nangyari sa mata ni Mayam... Parang ang grabe ng problema... Pero tawa pa rin ako... Para bawas kunwari sa tension...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palpak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakakaguilty... Kasi nakita ko ulit si Archangel... May bago na siyang pin sa bag... Hindi ko nakita, eh... Pero buhay pa rin yun FMA pin niya from before... Syempre, naaalala ko pa ang pin na yun... Nagpagupit na nga siya... And... Jawdropping... Nag-aayos na ata ng buhok yun... Pero di pa rin ata nagsusuklay... Pero... Bagay... Sobra... Naiinlove ako lalo... Pero bakit parang ang awkward kanina..? Umalis siya bigla... Problema ba yung pagtambay namin sa Beato..? Di rin kami nagpansinan... Akala ko pa naman baka maging friends kami (ulit..?)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palpak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakakaguilty... Ang dami kong suggestion kay Mayam para matanggal yung nasa mata niya pero walang nangyari... Lumala lang ata... Sa kin naman OK yung mga remedies na yun... Bakit sa kanya hindi..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palpak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nakakaguilty... Pinipikon ko lang ata si Archangel... Nagreply din siya sa comment ko sa DA... Badtrip ata... Bakit kaya..? Failure ba ang attempt kong makipagkaibigan (ulit..?)..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palpak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hay... Ewan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115736565660035936?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115736565660035936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115736565660035936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115736565660035936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115736565660035936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/palpak.html' title='Palpak...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115546026438931118</id><published>2006-08-04T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:28:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; not happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; When It All Falls Apart- The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actual Essay Answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: These aren't mine... I just have a thought shortage and therefore have nothing of my own to share... Except for the beparenthesised statements...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Bible is full of interesting caricatures. In the first book of the Bible, Guinessis, Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree. One of their children, Cain, asked, "Am I my brother's son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Talk about major incest...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moses led the Hebrew slaves to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread which is bread made without any ingredients. Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. He died before he ever reached Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bread w/o ingredients..? Now THAT'S Wonder Bread...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, Homer was not written by Homer but by another man of that name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(So Homer didn't write himself but Homer did..?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen." As a queen she was a success. When she exposed herself before her troops they all shouted "hurrah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Good for the troops...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You mean he was born on his birthday..? Get out...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backwards and declared, "A horse divided against itself cannot stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thankfully...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln became America's greatest Precedent. Lincoln's mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lincoln was a swell fellow, but to be born in a cabin he built with his own hands..? He must be God...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun never set on the British Empire because the British Empire is in the East and the sun sets in the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Interesting logic you got there...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115546026438931118?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115546026438931118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115546026438931118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115546026438931118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115546026438931118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115545869660067170</id><published>2006-08-02T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:13:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimiw..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Taralets- Imago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A chronicle of cats... Dahil karapat-dapat silang sambahin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catty&lt;/strong&gt;- Ang paborito kong stuffed toy noong bata ako... Hindi nga siya yung original na laruan ko kasi yung una ninakaw ng kapitbahay namin... At dahil dun, di ako nakatulog, kaya nag-iingay ako ang nanggugulo... Bale, pinepeste ko yung mga tao... Dahil dun, napag-isipan na for the betterment of society, bilhan ako ng bagong pusa... Katulad ng dati, pero magkaiba sila ng kulay... Yung luma black and white ata, yung sumunod, white and gray... Parang wool yung balahibo, pero hindi naman... Mahirap i-explain kaya di ko na gagawin... Ngayon, nasa akin pa rin naman siya, may sira yung ilong at may gasgas ang kaliwang mata... Dahil ata sa kanya umusbong ang aking pagmamahal sa mga pusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowball, Pumpkin, Daisy, etc...&lt;/strong&gt;- Mga sumunod na stuffed toys na pusa... Consolation ko siguro kasi di ako makapag-alaga ng buhay na pusa noon... Kagimbal-gimabal naman kung patay na pusa ang pagdidiskitahan ko kaya stuffed toy na lang... Si Snowball, Persian cat, kulay puti, mahaba ang balahibo at may mga beans sa loob ng paa... Si Pumpkin naman ay kulay pink, blue ang mata at walang kahawig-hawig sa kalabasa... Si Daisy naman ay calico, tigre ang dating at may maroon na di maintindihang ribbon sa leeg... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twins&lt;/strong&gt;- Mga wood carvings mula sa unang punta ko sa Baguio... Mama ko bumili ng elepante, mga pinsan ko gusto ng kalabaw, pero pinili ko yung dalawang maliit na pusa... Dati meron silang mga sea green na ribbon sa leeg... Pero wala na ngayon at napalitan na lang ng mga bakat ng ngipin ng aso namin... Di pa fullt actualized ang aking love for cats noong mga panahon na yun, pero kita na siguro na ang aking subconcious mind ay nagpapadala ng mga mensahe... "Meow..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mga Random na Pusa&lt;/strong&gt;- Mga pinangalan ko sa mga kaibigan ko noon... At si Bigote... Sa dating bahay namin, naghihintay sila sa labas para sa mga tira-tirang pagkain na tinatambak namin sa 1/2 gallon na lata ng Selecta ice cream para lamunin nila... Paborito ko noon yung maliit na black and white na dilaw yung mata... Nababanas naman ako kay Bigote... Dahil sa 'bigote' niya... Samantalang babae naman siya... Nakakasira ng porma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frisky&lt;/strong&gt;- Ang aking unang ganap na alagang pusa... Grade 5 or 6 ata ako noon, kasama ko yung kapitbahay ko, si Jolyn, at yung kuya/ate niya na si Jay... Pagala-gala lang kami sa subdivision noong nakita namin yung kuya nila, si Jomer at yung barkada na malapit sa isang maliit na sand hill... May pinag-aabalahan sila and upon further inspection, nakita namin na pinagtitripan nila ang isang maliit na orange and white na kuting... Binabato-bato nila sa ere, nilalaglag at nililibing pa sa buhangin... Pinagsabihan namin pero ayaw tumigil ng mga linsiyak... Kaya ang ginawa namin, hiniram yung kuting, at tinakbo namin sa bahay... Nagvolunteer na ako na alagaan yung pusa, payag naman kaagad yung dalawa at pagkatapos ng mahabang pambobola, napilit ko rin ang mga 'rents ko... Banas na banas nga lang sila sa kuting kasi ang harot, ang kulit, ang ingay, ginagawang scratching post ang mga kasangkapan sa bahay at mga paa naman namin ay ginagawang target practice... Dahil doon, ipinagkaloob namin sa kanya ang pangalang 'Frisky'... Di yan galing sa cat food... Pero ilang months lang siya tumagal sa min kasi lumabas siya one day at di na bumalik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shadow&lt;/strong&gt;- Dahil sa dinulot ng pagkawala ni Frisky, napag-isipan nila na bigyan ako ng bagong pusa... Nakapaghanap naman sila sa classified ads ng isang male Siamese cat, 3 months old... Atat akong buksan yung box na kinalagyan niya pagkarating... Ang ganda naman ng sumalubong sa kin, ang cute-cute, pero mukhang reject dahil sa puting paws niya na medyo kakaiba para sa mga Siamese... Ang bagsik ng mata niya, kulay blue, nakakatakot kung pinsan kasi mukha siyang serial killer na na-trap sa katawan ng pusa... Nakakaaliw din yung parang maskara sa mukha niya... Dahil doon, na-suggest ng daddy ko yung pangalang 'Bandit', but after much deliberation, 'Shadow' ang napag-agreean... Arte nga lang ng pusang yun, ayaw pa sa tao... Kahit sariling amo... Meron nga akong scar sa kaliwang wrist ko dahil sa kalmot niya sa kin dati... Sungit ng pesteng yun, eh... Daig pa yung nagmemenopause... Siguro mga isang taon na ang lumipas mula noong nawala yun... Malaki ang posibilidad na may nakapulot dun at nakabenta... Good riddence..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tingga/Ting-Ting/Kitty/BK&lt;/strong&gt; - Ito yung pinakamamahal kong si Tingga..! Konting problema nito ay ikinapapanic ko na... Palasak na pusa lang naman siya, galing kalye, kulay orange at white ulit, shiny ang balahibo, olive green ang mata, at may puting cross sa isang paa... Napulot siya ng daddy ko nung summer ng 2002 or 2003... Nilalakad niya kasi yung aso nung nakarinig siya ng maliliit na meow sa damuhan na malapit sa barangay hall... Nakita niya dun si Tingga, pagkaliit-liit, maliit pa sa kamay ko, eh... (Maliit pa kay Guchi..! Joke lang po..!) Abandonado na ng nanay, dilat na yung mga mata, pero di pa marunong maglakad ng matino... Pinulot naman siya ni Daddy, dinala sa bahay at pinatulog sa kahon... Pagkagising ko, tada..! May pusa na... Tuwang-tuwa pa nga akonoon kasi dumudulas-dulas pa siya sa sahig tapos kung saan-saan sumusuksok... Malambing din yung kuting na yun, kaya malaking kaaliwan siya... Mabilis din naman siya lumaki kasi ang takaw-takaw niya... Lagyan mo ng pagkain yung dish niya at di ka pa nakakaalis eh, ubos na... Nakikisalo pa nga to sa dinner table, eh... Siya yung paborito kong alaga ever, pero ironically, siya rin yung walang ganap na pangalan... Ang tawag ko lang sa kanya noon, 'Kuting'... Pinaiski, 'Ting', doblehin, 'Ting-Ting' para cute... Pag naasar ako, 'Tingga' ang tinatawag ko... Tawag sa kanya noon ng mama at daddy ko ay 'Baby Kitty' na 'BK' for short na mama ko na lang ang gumagamit ngayon... Pag tinatawag ko siya mula sa labas, 'Kitty' naman ang tawag ko... Pero ang pinakamalapit sa ganap na pangalan..? Tingga... May isang beses na nawala sa nang ilang linggo, pero nakabalik rin naman... Di tulad ng mga iba... Mga inutil... Pumayat siya pagkabalik, pero nabawi din kaagad kasi halos buong araw siyang kumain nun, nonstop... Spoiled din yan, eh... Sa kwarto ko natutulog, kung minsan katabi ko, kaya mga back pains ang abot ko... Archnemesis niya nga pala si MJ... Mga timang kasi... Ako pa ang nadadamay sa bangayan ng dalawa... Lupit pa naman mandakma ni Tingga... Pang Kung-Fu master ang stunts... Crouching Tingga, Hidden Dragon... Ok, tama na, corny na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuroneko&lt;/strong&gt;- Ang dakilang tambay... Pwesto: kitchen window... ewan ko lang kung kailan sumulpot yan... Pure black (medyo, may mga highlights nga lang siya na orange at dark brown dahil pumahid siya sa wet paint...) at green ang mata... Kamukha niya si Kuroneko ng Trigun... Laging gutom, laging maingay, nabubuhay para sa pagkaing binibigay namin sa kanya... Mabait naman sa mga tao yan, malandi, nagpapahawak at hindi nangangagat o nangangalmot unless provoked... Kinagat nga niya dati si Dinxy kahit na si MJ ang pumeste sa kanya... Akala rin ni Dinxy na mamamatay siya sa rabies pero wala namang nangyari... Kaya ayos lang magpakagat dyan... Nakakatakot nga lang yan sa gabi, ang dilim-dilim tapos bigla siyang tatalon sa bintana, tititigan ka at mag-iingay... Glow in the dark pa naman mata nun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ming-Ming&lt;/strong&gt;- Latest addition sa neko family namin dito... Posibleng anak ni Tingga kasi kulay orange siya, olive green ang mata at may similarity ang mga marka nila sa mata... Disipulo ata siya ni Kuroneko-sama kasi nakikitambay na rin siya sa bintana at nanghaharana... Parehas lang talaga sila ng style... Magpacute, mag-ingay at di aalis hanggat di nakakalafang... Epektib naman... Ang cute kasi...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May mga special mention din, sa mabahong Fluffy ni Guchi, mga pusa ni Dinxy, lalo na si Shadow at si Winter at ang kanyang depektib na buntot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ngayon, sa pagtatapos ng post na to, may we have a moment of silence para sa ating mga chlidhood na pusa, mga pusang naglayas, nawala, namatay, at nasagasaan sa highway... Rest in peace, lalo na sa piping pusa ng SSS Zabarte (shut up MJ), piping pusa ng Marimart, piping pusa ng Maligaya at piping pusa ng Zamora Compound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*MEOW*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Panira naman tong sila Kuroneko at Ming-Ming, eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115545869660067170?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115545869660067170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115545869660067170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115545869660067170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115545869660067170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/08/mimiw.html' title='Mimiw..!'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115427128675402653</id><published>2006-07-30T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:54:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Natuklasan sa Unang Buwan ng Kolehiyo sa UST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: gloomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;music: Snow- FAKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dahil mahigit isang buwan na akong kolehiyala, narito ang ilang mga natuklasan ko sa unang buwan ko ng kolehiyo sa UST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Meron din namang 'specimens' sa AB... Kaso lang, yung mga may itsura, may girlfriend na... Yung mga *gwapo*, bading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Magpayong ka man o hindi, mababasa ka pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Hindi gumagana ang dryer sa 1st floor girls' CR ng AB/Commerce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Mag-ingat kapag kausap ang mga Koreano... Kahit gaano ka ka-fluent mag-English, malaki ang posibilidad na mababarok ka rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. HUWAG. GALITIN. SI. BARNEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Caution kapag naglalakad from P. Noval gate hanggang Espana, baka matuhog ng t-square, masapul ng mga tree branches o ma-stampede ng mga tumatakbong dudes in very skimpy shorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Masaya kapag klase ni Ka Puroy... Kasi di siya pumapasok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Kapag nagtake-out ka ng hotcake sa McDo, umasa kang may blockmate kang makikikain sa 'yo... Kahit na hindi nila alam pangalan mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Magrecite lagi kay Sir Agui... O kahit magtaas lang ng kamay kahit na wala ka namang sasabihin... Para laging may points... On second thought, wag na pala... Kasi namimigay na siya ng minez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Mga stupid lang daw ang nagmimispronounce ng apelyido ni... Felisisimo... Este... Feliciano... Or is it Felisimino..? Um... Felismino..? Tama... Tama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Huwag suntukin ang pader sa RM 204 ng St. Raymund's building... Magsisisi ang sinumang gumawa nito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Kahit sanay ka nang makita ang mga uniporme ng Tourism, Music at Accountancy, hindi pa rin titino ang itsura ng mga ito... (sana'y di ako matuhog sa sinabi kong 'to...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Huwag magsuot ng pula sa English class ni Mrs. Cruz... Learn from Cometa's mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Beware of Snorlax... Itago ang inyong mga onion rings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Huwag magpaloko sa pilay na Philosophy professor... Nagpapanggap lang yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Masakit ang matamaan ng softball... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Hindi dapat magsulat sa whiteboard gamit ang highlighter... At lalong hindi dapat burahin ito gamit ang used na whiteboard eraser... Muli, magsisisi ang sinumang gumawa nito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Iwasan ang umupo malapit kay Snorlax kapag Economics, English, Theology, Literature o kahit na ano pa mang subject... He snores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Huwag magpaniwala sa mga vandalism sa desk... Hindi pangit ang nagbabasa nito, hindi ninja ang lolo niya at kung malaki man ang XXX ni XXX, eh di naman namin inaalam... Hindi rin totoo ang mga 'press here to eject prof', 'press here to end class', 'press here to touch desk' (actually, plausible pa naman yun) at kapag 'tumingin ka lang dito', eh baka pagkamalan ka pang natutulog ng prof mo at palabasin ka pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Mag-ingat sa isang grupo na binubuo ng tatlo hanggang limang bangag na AB girls na tumatambay sa Espana catwalk pag bandang lunch time... Pagtitripan kayo ng mga yun... *shifty eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115427128675402653?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115427128675402653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115427128675402653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115427128675402653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115427128675402653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/07/mga-natuklasan-sa-unang-buwan-ng.html' title='Mga Natuklasan sa Unang Buwan ng Kolehiyo sa UST'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115425109950435535</id><published>2006-07-30T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:37:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Title Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Hate It- FAKE?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*spoilers for the play "Sa Ngalan ng Ama" may arise, so if you don't wanna know the ending for whatever possible reason, then skip the last few paragraphs...*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm back to chronicle the happenings of yesteryear (or yesterday lang, actually) sa aming pagpunta sa SM Manila para mapanood ang presentation ng Wings Entertainment ng Palanca awarded play na "Sa Ngalan ng Ama"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo matagal ko na ring inabangan yung event kasi gusto kong makita ulit yung play... Back in high school, SEV/AP (and maybe some other orgs) had a showing of that play, and for our assembly, (nung bagong SEV/AP batch na kasama ako) we spoofed it into "Sa Ngalan ni Yaya Maria"... Coralejo didn't like it... But the play held a special place in my heart because of the connection with my beloved SEV/AP so I wanted to see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Natapos rin after what seemed to be the cosmic equivalent of eternity ang lecture ni Ka Puroy and we were dismissed... Habang naglalakad kami palabas, nasa usual formation kami... Nauuna si Molly and Omi, nasa likod nila ako and way behind, nandun si Anna and Kuku... Nakalagpas na ata kami sa carpark nung lumingon kaming tatlo, para makasiguradong nasa likod pa rin namin yung dalawa, and lo and behold, nakita namin na kasama nila si Jayson... Yay..! Bagong kasama... Hehehe... Nakisabay siya kasi matagal pa raw sila Mayam... So ang Killer Smile ng 1Lit ay kasabay namin papuntang SM Manila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging maayos naman ang pagpunta namin sa SM... Di kami naligaw, kahit na si Omi ang guide namin... Haha..! Nakakita pa ako ng tatlong pusa on the way... Saya... Aliw rin yung manong na katabi ni Kuku sa jeep... Nakatulog kaya lumagpas ata siya sa kanyang destinasyon... Haha..! Nakita naman namin sila Ces sa kabilang jeep... Nauna ata sila, eh... Tapos pagbaba namin sa City Hall, nakita rin namin si Han Na dun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nag take-out kami ng food sa McDo, pero wala rin kasi nakain na namin bago pa kami nakapasok sa cinema... Well, sila at least... Di ko naubos yung fries ko (alat kasi) and I didn't even touch my cheeseburger... Total, pinaiwan din sa kin yung food nung papasok kami sa cinema, at binigyan ako ng claim stub, which proved to be a pain in the you-know-where later on... Bawal raw kasi magpasok ng outside food... Ampness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di kami nakakuha ng pwesto sa harapan, pero ayos na rin yung pwesto namin... Medyo matangkad nga lang yung nasa harap ko... At walang gustong tumabi kay Jayson... Haha..! Bago nagsimula yung palabas, nagpicturan na naman kami... Hehe... Rehas ng camera..! Kaso lang, sa picture namin nila Omi, Jayson at ako, medyo natakpan ako ni Omi... Ok lang sana, eh naka-peace sign ako... Natakpan yung index finger ko... Kaya para akong naka... Well, you can imagine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... Before din nagsimula yung play, may mga weird beeping noises... I almost went ballistic, but they stopped before they melted my brain fibers... Gig na gig na ako nun para mapanood yung show... Back when I was in 2nd year, I didn't pay much attention to our school presentation... All I really remembered was that Guchi's then love interest was in it and that one certain line about women's hair... Apektado kasi ako nun... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, nagtaka ako nung walang lumabas na character na Yaya Maria... Fabrication lang ba ng SEV/AP yun..? Goes to show how much attention I was paying back then... Medyo nagstutter ng konti yung gumanap ng character ni Manuel, but I still think he gave a pretty strong performance... May kamukha din siya... Di ko lang madistinguish kung sino... Yung gumanap naman na Miguel... Diyoskomiyo... Ok na siya, basta wag na lang siya mag-English... Yung nanay, wala lang... Yung ate naman, wala lang din... Ang cute naman ng boses ni Angelo... Ang kwelo din ng character... Lalo na yung scene na may towel... Haha..! Na-realize ko tuloy na ang dami sigurong ginawang edits ng nagpresent sa min noon para payagan sila ng admin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para sa kin, ang highlight talaga ng play ay yung pagkamatay ni Miguel... For some reason, when the sister came running in with the announcement that Miguel had been shot by the soldiers outside, I felt as if someone told me that someone I loved had gotten shot... And when the mother went into her wails of pain and agony... Dear God... It was like all that shouting was ripping her heart to shreds instead of her lungs... And how Manuel just stood there, expressionless, blank... That part really affected me... I won't go into my usual blurts of elaborate descriptions and all that drama... Kasi medyo pilit lang ang pagsulat ko ng entry na to... Hehehe... So I don't really feel like getting into it... I just wish I could have recorded it or something... O ayos rin na magkaroon ng SEV/AP reunion para ipresenta ulit yun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Natuwa nga rin pala ako sa role call... Tagal ng stage time ng dalawang sundalo dun... Haha..! Model ba... Pinakamaraming fans naman ata si Miguel o si Angelo... Di ko maalala... While Manuel got booed by the audience... Hehehe... Pero dahil lang yun sa character niya, at hindi dahil sa performance niya, for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May klase na naman bukas... Hahahay... Nakakatamad talaga... May seatwork pa ata sa Economics at quiz sa English and Sociology... Kailan ko rin magrewrite ng notes sa Socio, but we all know I won't... Dang... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115425109950435535?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115425109950435535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115425109950435535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115425109950435535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115425109950435535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/07/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert Title Here'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115419187394164189</id><published>2006-07-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:58:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's not 'eew'..." Classic... XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mood: sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;music: Broken Vow- Lara Fabian (tumutugtog kasi kanina sa FX, now I can't get it out of my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woot... Kapagod talaga kahapon... Pamatay... Diretso ako sa kama kaya di ko naatupag ang mga dapat atupagin... But I'm awake now... &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hectic today... Makeup classes in sociology sa umaga, at sa tanghali naman, may papanoorin na play para sa theology... Bihaye na naman ako mga dudes..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So sumakay ako ng FX sa Olympus kasi wala nang masakyan sa Almar... Buti na lang, may vacant na Quiapo so dun ako... Sa likod ako nagtungo kasi akala ko puno yung gitna... Grabe kasi yung tint ng mga windows... Laking kamalasan ko pala... Isa lang yung nakaupo sa gitna... Aww... Hindi na sana problema yun kung hindi ubod ng panghe ang likod ng FX... It was not a happy moment for me... Buti na lang, nawala yung amoy nung dumami na yung sakay ng FX... Kaso nga lang, it still left me wondering where the smell came from in the first place... That's a mystery I don't really want solved... Nabangag nga lang ako nung pababa na sana ako... Muntik kong masabi na ibaba ako sa "underpass"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medyo bangag ako nung papasok ako ng gate... Mukha pa siguro akong baliw kasi kinakausap ko ang sarili ko samantalang ang itsura ko ay... Well... I was in dire need of a comb... Buti na lang nakita ko ang ilang mga blockmates sa catwalk kaya di ako naligaw sa pagpunta sa Room 214... May nakasalubong din kaming mga 1Lit nung papasok kami sa St. Raymund's... Kawawa nga yung isang classmate namin, eh... Di siya pinapasok kasi nakacivilian siya... Tapos ang registration form pa niya photocopy lang... Di na namin siya nakita sa class... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nagpapasalamat rin pala ako at maganda na rin pala ang classroom namin sa Room 204... Kagimbal naman sa 214... Hina ng aircon tapos yung mga chairs... Santissima... Akala ko ba Legal Management ang nagkaklase dun..? Sa itsura ng mga upuan akalain mong mga Literature o kaya CFAD... Di ko trip yung aura sa room na yun... Dreary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Habang wala pa si Sir, este, si Ka Puroy (na pwede na rin bansagang 'Ka Parang' dahil nakabilang ako ng 94 na 'parang' mula sa kanya within a 30 minute time period) nagpictomarathon kaming magfefriends, (pangit ng term XD) as usual... Vanity is sanity, lalo na kung taglay nyo ang kabigha-bighaning kagandahan namin *tamaan ng kidlat ng 5478 beses* Binalak ko nga ring kuhanan ng shot yung isang ireg na kaklase namin na crush ng friend ko, but alas, umalis siya kaagad... Too bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isang highlight ng araw ko stars my blockmate Billy... For some reason, meron siyang bulok na orange/ponkan at tila aliw na aliw sa pag-amoy nito... In his words, "It smells like wine..." He must have thought the smell was too glorious to not be shared with the rest of the class... So naglibot siya sa classroom at nag-alok ng mga brave souls na amuyin yung panis na prutas... He eventually came to invite us to join him in his passion for sniffing natural habitats of mould... Umayaw yung iba kong mga friends, pero interesado ako... Honestly... Sabi niya pa nga, (paraphrasing) "You wanna smell it..? It's not spoiled, well, actually, it is spoiled, but it doesn't stink..." Not that his words gave me any consolation, but I leaned in a little and kept my hands on the part of the fruit that was still orange... Billy's a sweet kid, but I didn't want to take any chances that he'd pull a fast one and shove the thing in my face... Never have I wished to taste mould... Luckily, no inferior plant matter came into contact with my face... Unluckily, the thing didn't smell as good as Billy promised... Not bad, but it wasn't my kind of smell... Kinda like orange juice spilt on concrete, for lack of a better comparison... Si Anna naman ang sumunod na naglakas ng loob... She didn't quite enjoy the experience either, so a shrill cry of "Eew" pierced the air... Ngayon naman, itong si Billy... Haha..! Actually, this is most likely one of the things that you won't find funny unless you were there, or unless you know the person... Biglang sabi niya, "It's not 'eew'..." Then he walked away, still inhaling his moldy fruit scent... Damn, he sounded hilarious... It wouldn't have been funny if it was anyone other than Billy... Just the way he said 'eew' cracks me up... He has this certain, &lt;em&gt;je ne sais qua,&lt;/em&gt; (sana tama)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;can't say it's stoicism, sternness or seriousness... I guess he's a tad... Straight to the point..? Whatever... Basta, sayang di ko narecord..! Ewan ko nga ba kung bakit aliw na aliw ako dun... But no, di ko crush si Billy, got that..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, mahigit isang oras kami nandun sa 214, not doing much except for clicking away at the camera and talking about what we were going to do if Ka Puroy didn't show up... We were supposed to start at 8... Pag by 9 di siya dumating, free-for-all na yan... It was 8:55... He showed up... Damn it..! Five minutes na lang..! What followed was two hours of pure, unadulterated sociology... Please don't ask me to relive those moments... Nagtetext nga lang ako nun, eh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And wow... May quiz kami sa Monday at klase na naman next Saturday... Sana lang next week wala kaming prayer meeting sa YFC or else I'll miss it again... Klase ng Sabado tapos mag-aaral for the prelims sa Linggo... Lit201 (British Lit) pa naman din yun... Sana lang talaga walang prayer meeting... Di pa nga ako nakakapunta sa kahit isa, eh... Ayaw naman kasi ni MJ... Pag napag-isipan kong mag-isa na lang, may mamumuo na ibang conflict... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um, ang layo ng shift ng subject nun, ah... Anyway, it doesn't matter since I'm getting sleepy... Lagay ko na lang ang mga happenings sa SM Manila next time... So this is Mimi, who will never again smell a rotten orange consentually, signing off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115419187394164189?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115419187394164189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115419187394164189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115419187394164189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115419187394164189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-eew-classic-xd.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s not &apos;eew&apos;...&quot; Classic... XD'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115400790987662812</id><published>2006-07-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:58:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gay Realities of Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Nakakabaliw- Pupil &amp; Barbie Almalbis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;lb&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grabe, ah... A not-so-revelation... Lumabas na rin ang katotohan... The long deliberation is over because I now know that... My recent crush, my pretty boy muse, resident AB heartthrob... is gay... And I don't mean happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;lb&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went all stalker-mode and checked out his blog (since my friend gave me the link which she got from our blockmate) and... Well, I wasn't ready for such blatantness... Actually, obvious naman kasi na, how can I say, &lt;em&gt;bading&lt;/em&gt; siya, eh... So it isn't really much of a shock... But the few rumors lingering about that he might have a girlfriend kept my hope in his masculinity alive... But his posts quickly slaughtered any hope that I might have had... He's gay and he's damn proud... *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;lb&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's not that I don't like gay people, (pro-gay rights..!) it's just that I don't like &lt;em&gt;liking&lt;/em&gt; them in that way... Parang instant rejection kumbaga... But I do have to face the fact na kahit na maging straight siya, wala pa rin naman akong chance sa kanya, no... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;lb&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Total, it doesn't really affect me so much because (1) the fact he's gay has pretty much been known to me since I first saw him (2) various people have backed-up the suspicion of his queerness and (3) crush ko lang naman siya because of his immense prettiness, it's not like I love him or anything... So it's still all good... He's still a sight to behold so basically, crush ko pa rin siya... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;lb&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ang nagstrike talaga sa kin ay ang sinabi niyang di na mabilang sa dalawang kamay ang nadaanan niyang boyfriend... Grabe, ah... Daig pa niya ako... Haha... But mostly, it was a paragraph with something... I won't elaborate, but let's just say that THAT surprised me... I know it shouldn't since it's normal, he's not a kid anymore and he is, to put it simply, &lt;em&gt;gorgeous, &lt;/em&gt;but it's not something I expected, unlike the gay thing... I guess I haven't entirely left high school yet... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;lb&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, parang wala ngang epekto sa kin, eh... Whatever na lang... I guess that's how it is when you're still hung up on someone... You can't really &lt;em&gt;fall&lt;/em&gt; for anyone else until you get over the past... But &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, is for an entirely different entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115400790987662812?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115400790987662812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115400790987662812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115400790987662812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115400790987662812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/07/gay-realities-of-life.html' title='The Gay Realities of Life...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115382842435036050</id><published>2006-07-25T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:34:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of Things to Come..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; happy ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; I'm So Happy- Janne Da Arc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Nagkabalikan" na kami... Hahaha... XD &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be, but I'm happy... A part inside me, deep within the dark recesses of my mind is suspicious, doubtful, but I'll just throw caution to the wind and live for the moment... Gumaan talaga ang loob ko... Especially after all the signs... The "prophecies"... Ang saya... Unexpected talaga... The guilt is still there in a way, but at least now I have a chance to redeem myself... Second chance, ika nga... God is good talaga... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't look too far into this, baka nga naman hindi lahat ng inaasahan ko ay mangyayari... Pero yun nga, at least now I know that not all hope is lost and that the ends are still open... More tests are to come... I can put things behind me, but I have to make sure that if they chase after me, that they won't catch up with me... But I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; learned... And I know I have to do something to make up for my sins, but be careful not to overwhelm or be overwhelmed by the situation... Ang dami ngang kailangang isipin, eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But for now, I'll just be grateful that despite the downpour of rain, a beam of light was able to peer down from the clouds and caress me with its bright, warm light... &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115382842435036050?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115382842435036050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115382842435036050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115382842435036050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115382842435036050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/07/sign-of-things-to-come.html' title='A Sign of Things to Come..?'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-115380123599347588</id><published>2006-07-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:20:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; blank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Dress (Bloody Trinity version)- Buck-Tick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I have returned, resurrecting my seemingly dead blog along with me... Oh the evil I shall unleash upon the world... Whatever... Most likely I'll post a while until things get hectic again and then leave my blog to rot for another year or so... Too bad I was gone while I was, though... Daming happenings... Most apparent being my departure from the school of Saint Anthony as I graduated from high school... Froshie na ako sa USTe ngayon..! Solb na, even though my mom wanted me to go to UP Baguio (ibang klaseng katangahan ang pumasa sa test kapag pilit mong ibinagsak ito...) So here I am, an AB-Literature major... I still think if maybe I should have gone with a psychology course, since I have a tendency to analyze people, but then again, the signs have spoken... 1st place sa unang press-con, front-liner in press-cons after that, Features (literary) editor for SEV/AP, DevCom editor for AP, main editorial and Writer of the Year are a bit too blatant to ignore... Kahit na bagsak ako sa Flame, (as expected) I think I made a pretty good choice of going for Literature... So... Although I have more that I want to say, sa mga susunod na entry na siguro yun... I'm back, but will I stay..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-115380123599347588?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/115380123599347588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=115380123599347588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115380123599347588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/115380123599347588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2006/07/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111919193734856280</id><published>2005-06-19T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:39:16.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse into the Labyrinth that is My Unorganized Mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Hone~ Ai no Vesion- Amano Tsukiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy 34th birthday to DAITA..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/J-rock/Daita3blogsize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today is also the day for his concert entitled "The Guitar Emission 2: Daita Second Impact"... I just love saying that... Almost as much as I love Daita...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, now that that's done with... Back to me..! Hehehe... School's been swamping me with work which is why I haven't been able to update here... Until now, just in time for Daita-sama's birthday...^^ But I'm sure no one minds... Really... It doesn't matter coz I'm just going to rant off and type nonsense anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This started on Wednesday or Thursday (can't remember) during the diagnostic test in English... So there I was, in my seat in the back, answering away when a shadow cast over my paper which made me really nervous because I freeze when people look over my shoulder... So I looked up and saw my English teacher standing by my chair... She'd been doing that pretty much lately and I thought it was just because my chair was at the back and (much to my delight) near the fan... So I went back to work, trying to ignore the fact that someone was watching over me but still couldn't concentrate... So I guess my teacher noticed my lack of activity and took that opportunity to start up a conversation... So she asked me what my genral average was last year and I replied that I had very low grades back then and that my average was in the low 80s... She gave me one of those "noises" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I can't describe them, kinda like a growl but not really... Marge Simpson noises... Like that...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and said that she really expected me to be in the cream section because my IQ is supposedly so high, yadda, yadda... And since I really don't think that much about things at the moment they're said to me, I went and said "Well I guess I'm not..." I hope that didn't sound rude... Especially since she paid me huge compliment with that comment... My ego is pleased... After that, I got on with the rest of my day and didn't think much of the comment til I got home... And this is what I thought of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What else is there to the cream section than the prestige..? Sure, the teachers like you best, but because of that, they choose not to handle you, in fear of being biased towards the others... And if they do, than the students in lower sections start to resent you more than they admire you... Other than that, the expectations laid out for you are always so high and because of that, it's like your every move is under surveillance and one small mistake will strip you of all pride and dignity... The immnese shame and downlooking would absolutely kill me for sure... Not to mention that being in there would automatically cast you as a role model, which means like the rules or not, you have to follow them... No matter how stupid... I prefer to rebel a bit more... And the worst thing, you would have to conform with the rest of the people in your class... You are all viewed as overachievers, each with a great sense of responsibility, each a class A teachers' pet... Each one guarded, protected and treated with utmost care, after time, not only will your personality be molded to fit all your classmates', but your sense of reality will be warped as well... All that ego-feeding isn't good for anyone involved... In a highly strucured class like that, no one can *truly* stand out as they are all viewed as the same... I'd much rather be in a class with more diversity and freedom to be myself... I want myself to be seen as Miru, the person and not Miru, the overachieving top student... I remember that at a point in my life, grades used to be so important to me... I longed to be the "smartest", the one with the highest test scores, the constant top of the class, the quiz bee winner, and for a while, I was... And I was happy with it... But as time passed, I realized that the reason I let grades control my life was to fill up a void I had in me... It was so I could feel worthy and validated in the eyes of others... I felt that since I had no confidence or love for myself, that the admiration of others could replace what I was missing... And through my friends and a different outlook on life, I learned to let loose once in a while and become a real person instead of a walking book... There are, after all, things more important than school grades... And I'm angry at myself for being so selfish and shallow back then, which is the same reason I get annoyed at my overly uptight friends who study all night for a 20 item quiz and miss out on what is supposed to be the best time of their lives... That doesn't mean that I encourage laziness and mediocrity, but as I said before, it's shallow to let studies rule over your life when there is still so much out there... I still long for knowledge, but not of the purely academic kind, I want knowledge of the world around me, it's people, it's beauty, mysteries, principles and motivation... I want to break free from that academic driven system so that I can allow myself to see the world and use it to build me up as a person... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now at this point, I know that my statements are devoid of sense so tis the end for know... Let's hope I don't get swallowed by the infernal purgatory that is school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111919193734856280?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111919193734856280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111919193734856280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111919193734856280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111919193734856280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/06/glimpse-into-labyrinth-that-is-my.html' title='A Glimpse into the Labyrinth that is My Unorganized Mind...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111823335131722952</id><published>2005-06-08T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:25:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estudyante Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; C- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, so where were we..? A short update on everything, my birthday sucked because I didn't get a cake, my mangoes got stolen, I had a really bad, swelled up sore throat and cough and I spent quite a while in a bad mood because I thought one of my friends put up a hurtful bulletin on Friendster about me... But according to her, she wasn't talking about me, so I guess things are fine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School started yesterday, I found out who my classmates are... Not thrilled... My adviser is a certified terror teacher... Whom I have great amounts of respect for, by the way... It seems like I'm the only one, though... She can be a dictator at times, as shown by what she did to choose class officers... No one wanted to nominate people so she decided to choose her own... And she chose me to be the secretary... Now, to fill that position, one needs responsibility, initiative, determination and good handwriting... None of which I possess... So I invite all to watch the downfall of our section under my reign... Bwahahahaha..! But that decision is invalid now, or so I should think because she re-chose the officers and calls them her 'senators'... Supposedly, there isn't any higher or lower power, but each one has a task to fulfill... Unfortunately, I'm still one of them... I'll screw that place up...^^ Not on purpose, but I guarantee I'll find a way to do it... Til I get kicked out of the 'senate'... Which I will... Hopefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other than that, tomorrow is the start of the school tradition known as 'Fun Day', which has to be the ultimate irony, as nothing is 'fun' about the preparation or the actual day... Unless you think getting fried the natural way under the sun, degrading yourself by doing cheers set to preppy, annoying melodies with matching humiliating motions, sitting on butt-scorching concrete while slipping into bouts of blank staring into nothingness and getting rained on later is fun... And if you do, send me your name and complete address so that I may visit you to personally smack you upside your freakishly empty head... My fingers are swelling because of all the cartolinas I had to cut through for the dumb banderitas... The only way to get the task done was to fold it into eight and cut through that... It didn't help that some of my groupmates were jackasses that not only didn't help, but also made fun of me while I tried to do my work... Freakin' preps... God... Only two days of school so far and I already have a list of people I hate in class... I swear I had to cut so much that my hands turned red and were shaky (well, more than usual) for hours after... I jsut don't know why the student government had to schedule this during the first week of class... So much to prepare for in so little time... All the hassle isn't worth it... I would have prefered if we started actual class instead of writing and performing jingles in front of the class and tracing and cutting patterns until they turn into involuntary motions... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel awful and nearly collapsed yesterday at the mall... The weather isn't agreeing with me... I have a cold, cough, sore throat, cold sores, back pains, headaches and yesterday my entire abdomen was piercingly painful... Now that school's started, my headaches have returned, full throttle... Which is why I can't function properly... By my standards, that is... And because of this, I can't think of anything else to say... So yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wait, &lt;em&gt;pahabol&lt;/em&gt;, the song from "&lt;em&gt;Mga Anghel na Walang Langit&lt;/em&gt;" must DIE a long, painful, torturous, merciless death and have all evidence of its existence burned and the ashes thrown into a pile of nuclear waste... DIE..! DIE..! DIIIIIEEEEEEE..!!! Ok... Now I'm done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111823335131722952?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111823335131722952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111823335131722952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111823335131722952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111823335131722952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/06/estudyante-blues.html' title='Estudyante Blues'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111798070282394204</id><published>2005-06-05T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:26:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot..! Happy birthday to me..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Akai Kazaguruma- Alice Nine                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 470px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="294" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Hornbeam Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/hornbeam-tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are a reserved person, looking in from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally attractive, you take good care of your looks.&lt;br /&gt;You are not egoistic, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you make life as comfortable as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You look for kindness in others - though you are seldom happy with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit mistrusting and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt;, you dream of being &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;swept away by someone unusual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/celtichoroscopes/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 600px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: June 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 600px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-: doublecolor:gray;" &gt;With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very progressive, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;imaginative and adaptable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is quick, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;clever and analytical&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;impatient and easily bored with routine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of cool beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cares for its looks and condition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;good taste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tends to egoism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;makes life as comfortable as possible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;leads reasonable, disciplined life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;looks for kindness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an emotional partner and acknowledgment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dreams of unusual lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is seldom happy with her feelings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mistrusts most people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;is never sure of its decisions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;very conscientious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111798070282394204?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111798070282394204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111798070282394204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111798070282394204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111798070282394204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/06/woot-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Woot..! Happy birthday to me..!'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111788361429948646</id><published>2005-06-04T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T19:34:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter: Damsels in Distress (who can kick your ass)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Surrender- Mr. Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/Damsels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tribute to the D.I.D.s..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The acronym stands for Damsels in Distress, a name given to us by MJ, derived from places which I can't dispatch because of reasons which I also cant say...^^; Let me start by saying sorry for the crappy pic (I can't do any better... :p) and let's go on to the members...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First off the bat is Joan... (Joun) Our undisputed leader and decision maker, she is the eldest among us, yet the most petite...^^ She is the type of person who feels emotions to the extreme, meaning when she's happy, she's incomprehensible, but when she's angry, beware because her wrath burns with the intensity of the fires of the underworld..! Bwahahaha... Because of this, we try not to mess with her... She is rather sensitive and sometimes, without meaning anything, we upset her, but it all blows over pretty quickly... She's the one in charge mainly because we all depend on her for the final word... She may not be the one to come up with the ideas, but she's the one to approve or deny them... People usually get the impression that she's unapproachable, snobbish and snappy, but that's mostly because of her sharp facial features... Honestly, she does have a tendency to act like that towards people she's annoyed with, but she's really a generous and helpful person once you get to know her... Mature, yet childish at the same time, she loves to give out 'raspberries' and ask absurd questions like "do you fart..?" and "what color is your poo..?" And she does it with such a straight face it's hard not to crack up... All hail our mighty mistress..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next up is MJ... (Sumi) Easily the most noticeable one among us because of her friendly and boisterous nature... Also the most audible because her voice and laughter can break the sound barrier...^^ She can definitely dish out the decibels... And because of this, and a few other things like her love of video games, wrestling and her taekwondo status, she is perceived as this tough cookie tomboy that you don't want to mess with... And to some extent, she is... But a part of her is a full-fledged female, complete with all the estrogen and emotion that goes with it... But she still hates pink... However, she is still the most practical and straightforward in the group... She says what she means with brutal honesty... Also very creative, innovative and street smart, she is usually the one to come up with radical ideas (and excuses to save our asses when they backfire...) which Joan processes... She has a tad of a rebellious and mischievous nature in her which makes her my top companion (more like I'm &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; companion) for skipping classes and stupid school activities like the evil Fun Day and practice for the Field Demo and prom... She's dynamic, as well, shifting from fun and hyper mode to deep and thoughtful mode in a flash... Great for advice giving, as she has a strong 6th sense...^^ She and Joan also have a tendency to clash because of their similar headstrong personalities, but MJ is the only one I know who can equally take on Joan... Also, beware of Sumi when she's silent... She's either plotting something diabolical or... Thinking of &lt;em&gt;kalibugan&lt;/em&gt;...^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hecil (Heshi) is our token intellectual... Mainly because she takes her studies seriously... And by this I mean studying during breaks, staying after school to finish seatwork, sacrificing lunch to study for something as trivial as a minor quiz, passing every homework, every project, every seatwork, taking extra credit assignments and helping out the teachers, even lecturing the rest of us for slacking off... The classic teacher's pet that I love to hate... But I can't hate Heshi... No one can... Because she's the sweetest, nicest thing you could ever hope to come by... Once, someone called me the 'nice one' in the group... But that would have to be Heshi... She has this childish charm that radiates through her face and personality, an air of innocence, some might say... Mainly because of her excessive respect (fear, at times) for authority, cheery sense of humor, immense cuteness and seeming inability to feel anger... Despite her youthful aura, she is wise beyond her years and has her share of angst and sadness... It has come to a point that she has become my moral guide... It's her voice I hear in my head when I'm guilty... Surely, with her infectious personality, she attracts people to her in flocks...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And... Miru... Wait, that's me..! Who am I in the group, anyway..? The one who dragged them all into the paper staff, the one who walks the fastest but always trails at the back or the one who literally towers above them all despite the fact that she's the youngest..? Hehe... To stereotype myself, I'd be the 'quiet one'... NOT the 'angsty one'... I'm the one with the tendency to talk to herself and space out into long bouts of silence... Some people say (makes me sound like some kind of urban legend) that when I'm deadly silent, that I'm lost deep in thought... But in reality, my brain just picked a time to die and revive itself... They say I'm weird in the autistic way and my sense of humor seems to solely apply to me at times... Other than that, I'm the &lt;em&gt;dakilang alalay/utusan&lt;/em&gt;, the one you call when you need someone to go with you to buy a pen from the variety store... Or the one you just ask to buy the damned pen for you... I'm pretty much game for anything and I'll follow you where you have to go... I guess it can be said that I'm the mild mannered one, as well, covering my mouth to smile or laugh (inaudibly), moving in minimal proportions and carrying myself with utmost femininity and grace, only to fail miserably because of my clumsiness... But being the meek one doesn't mean that I don't (counter)beat up MJ with my slaps and punches of DOOM..! ... &lt;strong&gt;DOOM..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the girl who's penciled in, our shadow member, that is Dinxy... She's had quite a few (to put it lightly) falling outs with the other members and because of this, certain someones don't consider her a D.I.D. anymore... As a matter of fact, she has been removed from the official listing (damn, that sounds dorky) which is why I was reluctant to make her a clear presence in the picture... But it wouldn't feel right to leave her out so I just sketched her in... When she is accepted again, I'll ink her in... Anyway, she's the most hyper one... Very genki... Cheerful and bouncy, she might seem annoying at times because of her happy-perky-sunshine attitude, but that's part of her charm... Aside from that, she's multi-talented... A Jill-of-all-trades, she can draw, write, sing and dance and is pretty smart as well... And she is also the only one among us with an active lovelife... Haha... She never seems to run out of things to say and can keep up a conversation until your lips are tired of flapping... Also to be noted, she can be crybaby and is very sensitive, especially when it comes to her friends... We are alike in the sense that we are deathly loyal to our pals and to be dissed or (worse) betrayed by them will crush us... However, she possesses a forgiving heart and is quick to apologize just to regain the acceptance of her peers...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; She's also my mock girlfriend, by the way... Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's us... A bunch of semi-normal people... No, no cheesy messages down here... Just a simple shout out to the D.I.D.s... Love ya guys..! ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111788361429948646?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111788361429948646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111788361429948646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111788361429948646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111788361429948646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/06/enter-damsels-in-distress-who-can-kick.html' title='Enter: Damsels in Distress (who can kick your ass)'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111786719896445108</id><published>2005-06-03T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:39:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Miru, Sumi, Dance Boy, Bibs, the Ates and Various Other Extras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Hotarubi- Dir en Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the eternal cycle of extremely boring days has been broken... Once again, I got out of the house for school related matters... Specifically, to get my I.D. picture taken... But if MJ didn't ask my procrastinating ass to go with her, then I would have waited until school started to get it done... By the way, MJ wasn't there to share humiliation with us (Heshi, Joan and I) when we made utter fools of ourselves at the bank... But all of that could have been avoided if she was... She's the most street smart out of us, also the craziest, wildest and the most fun to be with (for me, that is...) To sum it up, she's my best friend out of the group, (Heshi and Joan is the other tight-knit pair among us) which happens to amuse quite a few of our acquantances, seeing as we're nearly polar opposites... She &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; managed to influence me quite a bit, though... A day with her is guaranteed to be at least fun while she's with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting back on track, everything was set the night before, we planned to meet at 9:30 (9:00 for me) at the bank in front of her subdivision... And somehow, I still manged to find a way to screw things up by arriving there at 10:00... Don't ya just love me..? Haha... Anyway, (partly because of me) we had to wait for a fairly long time before a Lagro bound jeep passed by... Hey, is it my fault if I didn't hear MJ shout out from across the street to flag down the jeep that was between us..? While waiting by the roadside, we talked about how she had absolutely no plans whatsoever to go to UP and how that fact got her in trouble with her mom... Other than that, she shared a few facts on who our classmates and advisers for the year would be (she got a few bits of info from a taekwondo pal of hers) and I shall discuss the suckiness of my class situation later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll skip a few bits and go straight to the moment when we arrived at school... Before we went in, we checked if Joan was anywhere to be found (she was supposed to go with us, but never showed) but alas, she wasn't and it didn't make us feel any better when the guard told us that the office was closed for the day, meaning, no I.D. pics for us... But MJ still had a few textbooks to buy so we went in anyway only to be smacked over the head by irony... After waiting in line for aeons, we found out that the books she needed weren't in stock yet... Doesn't that suck..? Yes... Yes, it does... So to make the most of our time there, we decided to roam around the building for a while and check if they changed the position of the classrooms... We didn't stay long, however, since, well, there wasn't a lot to see... Wow, I used a lot of commas in that last sentence... Haha... watching me as, i will deffying; the lawes of grammer?! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as expected, after leaving school, we headed to the mall... You see, the two of us have a tradition of hitting the arcade whenever we meet... Soul Calibur II used to be our poison, but now it's DDR 2nd mix... At least I think it's 2nd mix... Whatever... But before we went there, we stopped by the bookstore to see if the books she needed were available... They weren't... Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were on our way to Quantum, our arcade of choice when out of the crowd, we saw a familiar face running towards us... It was Ate Recine, an alumni friend of ours...^^ I pretty much spaced out at first while MJ looked confused for a while... So there was a small group hug session, greetings, news about... Various things&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... You know, regular reunion activities... But my jaw dropped when I saw another familiar face... None other than Bibs... The Bibs (short for bibwit*...) who, at every chance of us crossing paths, would haunt me with his incessant sing-song chants of "Dao Ming Si..!" (long story, don't ask...) and various other lines which manage to leave me without a witty retort at hand... In other words, tameme**...  And there he was, a few feet away, and unluckily enough, he spotted me... I could tell by the pointing and that annoying look on his face... He didn't pester me right away, though... Ate Recine, being the social butterfly that she is, fluttered off to join the rest of her troop, which consisted of SSA graduates... She was soon replaced by my former staffmates, Ate Marj and Ate Anna... I taunted Ate Marj by placing my chin atop her head (let's say she's vertically challenged...^^) and soon, she was clinging to me, like she did quite often before... Poor MJ was feeling a bit left out, but soon burst into laughter once she saw that Kenny Rogers' Roasters was on the other side of the railing (yet another long story...) So the two Ates and I re-exchanged numbers (since by phone database got wiped out) and teased each other, like old times... After a while, the time to part came, and we were on our way, which unfortunately required us to pass by the area where all the alums were gathered... Which meant that Bibs had a great opportunity to bedevil my life for (what I hope to be) the last time... I shall now have to redocument his last words to me from "Oi, wag ka raw magpaulan sabi ni &lt;em&gt;bleep&lt;/em&gt;..."*** to "Oi miss mo na si &lt;em&gt;bleep&lt;/em&gt;..? Iiiiii..."**** I'm not particularly sure of the exact thing he said, but he did have the guts to walk right up to me and say it... I'll give him credit for that... He's one of the few persons who can leave me utterly blank and speechless... I think I said something to him, but I can't remember... Damn Bibs..! Damn him to hell..! Bwahaha..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the arcading went well, when we arrived there was a tiny little boy playing on the DDR machine and it was amusing to watch because his head was no higher than the hand thingies... I have no idea what they're called... And while we were there, we saw another DDR patron, a boy, younger than us, I'm guessing around 10-12, what's weird about that is that we see him there every single time... Freaky... He even recognizes us now... And by the way, that boy is really good... It embarrasses me to play when he's there since I suck so badly...^^; You see, I have developed my own dancing style which I have dubbed "windshield wiper dancing" which means my arms remain completely motionless sans my wrists... I swear I'm so freaking bad at it, I used to wipe out on the first level... I don't now... But I'm still not good... At all... While wonder boy uses his arms, hips, feet and everything else and scares me in the process... His arms are freakishly long, I don't want to stand next to him, lest I get hit and suffer severe internal bleeding... And his hips... Boy, can he shake his booty... Like water... Fluid, I tell you... Which is why he terrifies me so...^^; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We stayed for a while (we would have left sooner if only so many people weren't trying to use the machine and taking multiple turns) and eventually got so impatient that we left the two tokens we had left in the machine to Dance Boy... We got pearl shakes after that (Vanilla for me and chocolate for her... Contrast yet again...^^) and... Went home... Yup... We didn't eat lunch or window shop because there were too many people for comfort...We will meet again on Monday, since we need our damn I.D. pictures taken if we don't want to hassle once school starts... By the way, school starts on Tuesday..! Holy... O_o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Translations for the non-Filipino peeps (assuming there are any):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* &lt;em&gt;bibwit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;short, tiny, small, dwarfish, petite, runt, wee... you get the point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** &lt;em&gt;tameme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; speechless, nothing to say, dumbfounded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*** "&lt;em&gt;Oi, wag ka raw magpaulan sabi ni &lt;strong&gt;bleep&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; roughly translates to: "Hey, &lt;em&gt;bleep&lt;/em&gt; doesn't want you out in the rain..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**** &lt;em&gt;Oi miss mo na si &lt;strong&gt;bleep&lt;/strong&gt;..? Iiiiii...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; r.t.t.: "Hey, do you miss &lt;em&gt;bleep&lt;/em&gt;..? Iiiiii..." (taunting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111786719896445108?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111786719896445108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111786719896445108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111786719896445108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111786719896445108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/06/misadventures-of-miru-sumi-dance-boy.html' title='The Misadventures of Miru, Sumi, Dance Boy, Bibs, the Ates and Various Other Extras'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111764673245602093</id><published>2005-06-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:25:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sadists out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood: &lt;/em&gt;bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Blow Out- Siam Shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have returned... And in one piece... I amaze myself... And the fine people at Greenwich amaze me as well... I had my dinner delivered and they gave me a "Ka-G" card... It's shaped in a triangle, like a little pizza slice, ain't that clever..? Unfortunately however, that is not the case with their instructions... Allow me to clarify this with a quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Valid for dine-in, take out and delivery only..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok... Thanks for clearing that up... Next time I try to rob your freakin' restaurant, I won't bring along my benefit card... God, people... This reminds me of the time when I read "for indoor and outdoor use only" on our box of Christmas lights... *rolls eyes* But don't get me wrong though... I love Greenwich... &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, back to me... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alter-me:&lt;/strong&gt; Attention whore... &lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up bitch..!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was just lovely... And by lovely, I mean a piece of crap... When my brain gets back from vacation, I'm gonna have a word with that bitch... Honestly, I don't know what happened to my IQ... If my theories are correct, then I really am getting dumber and dumber with each passing year... I mean, it starts with not being able to pick up my friends jokes and ends with me almost getting hit by a jeepney... Oh happy day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It started out normally enough... A bit frantic coz I was trying to fix my college application form... That would have been alright if it wasn't 9:00... So what, you may ask..? That's the time I was supposed to meet my friends at school... Which is a 45 minute trip from home... But that happens all the time... Which has resulted in my friends telling me to meet them 30 minutes before the actual time... So anyway, we meet at school, have a few jokes thrown my way, (A few I have to wait for my brain to pick up the phone and answer... I wonder where it went... I hope it sends a postcard...) trip on the sidewalk, yet still avoid making a &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; fool of myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we make it to the bank... My friends are fidgetty since they came from there yesterday and got embarrassed by the security guard... So trying to avoid getting recognized, they ask me to ask for the receipts... Now, I know nothing about these sorts of things... I've probably only been inside a bank 5 times in my entire life... So I'm standing there while my friends tell me to get the receipts... So I ask them "What receipts..? How many..? What..?" And the guards are just looking at me all smug and smirking... I looked like a complete idiot... So I asked my friend if she could get the goddamn receipts instead of me since I know nothing of what to do... And she says she doesn't either... So I blurted out, "So I'm the one you're putting up for humiliation here..?" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;loose translation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She kind of laughed after that and the guards still had their "I'm so great" looks on ther faces... And after quite a while, one of them finally handed me 6 receipt slips... He knew what we needed but he decided to make me suffer... Grr... Son of a... Now this being the first time we pay for the entrance exam fees, we didn't know what to put under the account number and other what-not so my other friend who already paid tells us what to write... And it turns out that what she said was completely wrong, which we found out thanks to our batchmate who was also there to pay the UPCAT fees... So they send me to get more slips, and I reluctantly go, extremely uneager to see and hear the guards' reactions... Now I, all polite and timid, ask for more receipts... And the guard laughs and goes "What if I don't want to give you any..?" And so I just stand there, dead silent and with a blank stare on my face... The guy gives in and says "Fine, as long as you need 'em, we'll give them to you... Just make sure you pass the test..." So I just take the receipts, thank the guy and give a slight bow (Don't ask... It's become an involuntary action...) and walk back to my pals who are sitting on the cushy chairs... Our other batchmate goes to pay at the counter, and she comes back, bearing corrections... Damn, banks are picky... So my friends try to send me back, but I fight them back with the fact that I got the damn receipts the first time, so one of them should get them now... So after a bit of passing the deed around, one of them finally stands up gets picked on by the guard, yet again and comes back... Luckily this time we get the thing right and go up to the counter... Easy enough you think, smooth sailing from now on... I go up to the counter, show my forms, get handed my receipt by the teller and walk away... Well, it would be ok if only I remembered to pay... So I get called back and people look at me like I'm some kind of demon child... My friends giggle and we leave... I try my best to look dignified, but fail miserably... And as we step out the door, the guards wish us luck on our exams... It almost makes me want to fail now...^^; Honestly, I found the guards to be slightly amusing, if they decided to victimize someone other than us, then I would have found them pretty funny... But due to... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feminine problems&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't... I swear to God, I will not re-enter that bank until &lt;strong&gt;a.)&lt;/strong&gt; I get plastic surgery or &lt;strong&gt;b.)&lt;/strong&gt; I age enough to be completely unrecognizable... *sigh* All that trouble... And UP isn't even my first choice... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then we head over to SM coz I need to have my picture taken for the forms... Me = procrastinator... I usually hate this kind of thing since I look awful in photographs... The photographer kept telling me to smile, and I thought I was, damn it..! I don't know...  My face must have some kind of defect... So I look like a psychotic bitch in my pictures... We walked around for fifteen minutes or so but we couldn't stay long because it was 10:30 and the registrar supposedly closes at 11... So it was off to school we went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first we thought we came too late coz the security guard didn't want to let us in but he gave in eventually because there were still a lot of people inside... Jeez... In the registrar's office, I was trying to organize my forms and staple everything that needed to be stapled on it, stapling too much, unstapling and re-stapling when our creepy guidance counselor suddenly showed up from God knows where... He's really good at popping out of nowhere... Actually, my friends say I do the same thing... Maybe I should ask for tips... Anyway, he kept on going in and out of there, asking to borrow my receipts and chatting with the other seniors in there... For some reason, he's pretty popular... I even know a few former classmates who have a crush on him... O_o *is freaked out* So enough about the guidance counselor from the unknown, and back to the whining... When it was my turn, I forgot that I had to pay for the transcript first... A trip to the accounting office later, I went back, got snubbed, waited for a while, got noticed and gave them my tiny paper thing... Then I tried to ask a question about my section and got totally brushed off... For some reason, everyone (even my friends and I) was pissy today... -insert PMS joke here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the way home, I dropped by the mall again to buy some CDs and lunch... I saw a few familiar faces... Or so I thought... I can never be sure with these kinds of things... I went to the CD shop first a bought a bunch of purple striped CDs with purple cases... I chuckled at the counter while I was buying them coz I had on a purple watch and was carrying a purple handkerchief at that time... So once again I get strange looks... XD Before buying food, I stopped by the bookstore to catch up on my reading... (Paolo Coelho's &lt;em&gt;Veronika Decides to Die&lt;/em&gt;) At this time of year, it's pretty crowded in NBS because of all the people going school shopping at the last minute... Thank God I did my shopping in April... I stayed for a while, defying the "Please Avoid Private Reading" sign... When my feet began to ache, I decided to pick up some chow and go home... Which I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But before I got there, I had to wait for over 15 minutes outside the mall in the scorching Philippine summer heat before a jeepney finally showed up... Things went fine, nothing much to reaccount, until it was time for me to get off at my stop... So I got off, and stood to the extreme side of the road (which would be equivalent to a sidewalk if we had those here) when some random jeepney comes charging at an insane speed... I crossed the street at that time, avoiding getting hit and luckily, there weren't any cars passing on the other side... Jeepney drivers... Sheesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And on the walk home, I get pretty pissed and try to kick a medium sized rock down the road... Well, I kick it, but it just kind of rolls under my foot, almost making me twisting my ankle... And happily enough, some gooey lovey-dovey couple happened to be walking by and saw it... They looked pretty amused... I hate them...^^ I got rocks in my shoe and got so pissy that for the rest of the day I was whining, complaining and just being annoying... Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My day of utter shittiness... May you sadists enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please forgive the horrid grammar, punctuation and structure... Not like I cared bout that when I typed this, anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111764673245602093?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111764673245602093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111764673245602093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111764673245602093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111764673245602093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-sadists-out-there.html' title='For the sadists out there...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111754980338932771</id><published>2005-05-31T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:30:03.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snooze fest here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; drowzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Yuri wa Aoku Saite- Alice Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do I have to say..? Nothing, actually... Nothing exciting is happening, no life-altering events, nothing that evem makes me anxious to get out of bed... Speaking of which, I'm sleepy... At least tomorrow I'll get to do something since I have to get pictures taken for my college application forms and pay the fee... Two of my friends are going too, so that will mean I will avoid complete boredom... Other than that, my life will most likely continue on it's single-noted track until classes start... Which is on either the 6th or the 7th... I can't remember... Which means I'm screwed... Until I find out... Which I will... :p And by the way, will someone please explain to me how the hell a puppy can shit all over the carpet even though his diet consists entirely of milk and no solid food products..? *sigh* Well... What..? There you go for a random blog entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-fin-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111754980338932771?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111754980338932771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111754980338932771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111754980338932771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111754980338932771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/05/snooze-fest-here.html' title='Snooze fest here...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111739553211296455</id><published>2005-05-30T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T03:38:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Long-ass Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Le Ciel- Malice Mizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bold the ones that apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have one brother.&lt;br /&gt;I like to get massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am taking English.&lt;br /&gt;I am in high school.&lt;br /&gt;I like flowers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I play lacrosse.&lt;br /&gt;I play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I get jealous a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I own a lot of Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;I can purposely burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy running.&lt;br /&gt;I know all 50 states.&lt;br /&gt;I have been out of the country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite team is the Ravens.&lt;br /&gt;I like Blink-182.&lt;br /&gt;I like the song "Lonely" by Akon.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color is blue.&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on going on vacation this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have more than one screenname.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can touch my nose with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;I bite my fingernails.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to wear sunglasses even when it isn't sunny out.&lt;br /&gt;I wear flip flops everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to get married.&lt;br /&gt;I have a MySpace.&lt;br /&gt;I like to get drunk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the movies in over a month.&lt;br /&gt;I like to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;I have more than one piercing.&lt;br /&gt;I write with my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I want this survey to end.&lt;br /&gt;I use MSN Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;I like cotton candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Six Flags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mark the ones that apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am bisexual or homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've gotten high.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've attempted to run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've lied to my parents regularly about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've failed 2 or more classes in one marking period.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't like Bush because from what I hear, he is dumb.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I don't like Bush with my own reasons to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am for Bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I listen to political music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm not a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Disney Movies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sucker for blonde hair/black hair/blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I talk in ebonics, except for around black people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I paid for that cell phone ring.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love Spam.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I would not wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I sneak out of the house often.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Martha Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am in love&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think Napoleon Dynamite is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I smoke a pack a day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I loved Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I win people over easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have many scars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just 3, actually...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[x] I've been out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(more like a roach...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[x] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I am comfortable with being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mark the ones that apply [partII]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Toliet-papered someone's house/property&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Smashed mailboxes with a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Called the cops&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Eaten Filet Mignon&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Played poker&lt;br /&gt;[x]Liked someone but never told them &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(But they found out anyway...^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sat on your glasses and broke them&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Went camping in your backyard&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got an autograph&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a crush on your sisters friend&lt;br /&gt;[x]Walked in the rain with no umbrella&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been in a talent show&lt;br /&gt;[x]Started laughing for no reason at a bad time&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Worn something your Dad didn't approve of&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cursed in a church/CCD&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Hacked into someones computer&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Burnt yourself with a curling iron/straightener&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Wanted to be a police officer&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dumped someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bought lottery tickets&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Looked through your brothers/sisters stuff&lt;br /&gt;[x]Said something bad about someone who was near you&lt;br /&gt;[x]Cried during a movie&lt;br /&gt;[x]Wanted something you couldn't have&lt;br /&gt;[x]Seen someone shoplift&lt;br /&gt;[x]Yelled at your pet&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten seasick&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;[x]Played a prank on someone that had them really scared&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been embarrassed by your family&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt bad about eating meat&lt;br /&gt;[x]Saved a life&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (a kitten's life...^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ate just because you were bored&lt;br /&gt;[x]Looked at something everyone thought was ugly and said "aww!"&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Tried to teach your dog "sick em"&lt;br /&gt;[x]Laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Went up to a complete stranger and started talking&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been sunburnt&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Woke someone up by screaming in their ear&lt;br /&gt;[x]Received an anonymous love letter/phone call&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had to wear something you hated&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had to pretend to like a present you hated&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had a really bad haircut&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cursed in front of your parents&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been out of your country&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been honked at by some guy when you were walking down the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Won at pool&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Went on a diet&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been lost out to sea&lt;br /&gt;[x]Played truth-or-dare&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cheated on your boy/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been pulled over by a cop&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been attacked by seagulls&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been searched at an airport&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten lost at the beach/boardwalk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Thrown a shoe at someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Sung in the shower&lt;br /&gt;[x]Done something really stupid that you still laugh about&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Ran out of a movie theater cause you were too scared of the movie&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been kicked out of a mall&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been mean to someone then instantly wanted to take it back&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x]Spilled your drink on someone on purpose&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been given a detention on the worst day that you could get one&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Wanted plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;[x]Stood someone up&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Done something stupid when you were drunk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Fell off your roof&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Had a deer jump in front of your car&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Threatened someone with a watergun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[your talents] Can you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Unwrap a starbust with your tongue&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sing&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (As long as there are no people around... or else I start to suck...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Open your eyes underwater&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Eat whatever you want and not have to worry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Iceskate&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sing in front of a crowd&lt;br /&gt;[x]Whistle&lt;br /&gt;[x]Be a bitch sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Walk in really high heels&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Eat super spicy foods&lt;br /&gt;[x]Play an instrument &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(well, I used to... can't now...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Block out what someone is saying if you don't want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;[x]Act like you like somebody you hate &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh hell yeah..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Skateboard&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sleep with lights on&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Touch your nose with your tongue&lt;br /&gt;[x]Fall asleep in a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Do the 1,2 step&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Do the cottoneyed joe?&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Tell when a guy is gay&lt;br /&gt;[x] Play DDR&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Surf&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Make yourself cry&lt;br /&gt;[x]Taste the difference between Coke and Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bold the ones that apply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowcones are yummy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my teeth were whiter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading is NOT a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being popular is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Except if it's you they're laughing at.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People laugh at me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not because I'm humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;I spend obscene amounts of time on the internet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to "Backstreet's Back"&lt;br /&gt;My hair is shorter than my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;woman, hear me roar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I eat gravy on my chicken strips.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So are pickles.&lt;br /&gt;Music is my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla chips without salsa are considered foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself in the mirror too many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much frosting on a cake is disgusting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is too old-fashioned. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but I hate it anyway...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 2 instant messengers.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who are homosexuals, and &lt;strong&gt;I don't see anything wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get shivers when I hear people sing well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been caught staring at someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketchup makes everything taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So does salt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to school isn't really that bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good little catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could go back in time and do things differently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy hair is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hair is brown.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have perfectly straight teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Marching band is the best thing about August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tripped and fell in public.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a tree house.&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;I live in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to shop!&lt;br /&gt;I am allowed to watch "R" movies.&lt;br /&gt;I like to sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an animal lover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet bird.&lt;br /&gt;I think Orlando Bloom is Hott!&lt;br /&gt;I am 15 years old.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (I will be in 6 days...^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of bugs, especially spiders!&lt;br /&gt;I like to plant flowers.&lt;br /&gt;I want acting to be my career.&lt;br /&gt;I have blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I do my own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I love the song "Pieces of Me" by Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;I like to make movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to do surveys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own computer that is in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like bananas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;I am short for my age.&lt;br /&gt;I love the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;I wear hemp necklaces everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I like Hilary Duff.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the movie "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like Sprite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear make up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;I love monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Spring is my favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it snows.&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hair is its natural color.&lt;br /&gt;I like to write stories and poems.&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH is your favorite subject.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in July.&lt;br /&gt;I love Art Supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are in the 10th grade.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(4th year here is equal to 10th grade, I think...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You love scary movies&lt;br /&gt;You love getting your nails done&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is a guy&lt;br /&gt;You wear make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You brush your teeth twice everyday&lt;br /&gt;You hate waking up early&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep your room really clean&lt;br /&gt;You have had a really big crush on a guy for a long time &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(How long is a long time..?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can swim&lt;br /&gt;You watch the tv show called One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;You have more guys friends than girl friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You prefer Pepsi to Coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have tried weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a virgin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still call your mom 'mommy'&lt;br /&gt;Your dad is the nice parent&lt;br /&gt;Your uncle lives with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've had a crush on someone that has a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;You love roses&lt;br /&gt;You have a tiny dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play basketball&lt;br /&gt;You have really weird neighbors&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (my neighbors have really weird neighbors...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have been out of this country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been suspended from school before&lt;br /&gt;You wear slippers all the time at your house&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat crablegs&lt;br /&gt;You hate school lunches&lt;br /&gt;You pack your lunch&lt;br /&gt;You love nike shoes&lt;br /&gt;You live next door to your grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;You have skipped school before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have socks with pictures on them&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday is in August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can speak some spanish&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thanks to Sesame Street when I was a kid... And MJ now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You always have plans for the weekends&lt;br /&gt;Your friends can always count on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have cussed someone out before to their face&lt;br /&gt;You're wearing something blue right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in the toothfairy&lt;br /&gt;You love to go to dances&lt;br /&gt;You cry for no reason sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have seen your best friend cry&lt;br /&gt;You have been caught in a lie before&lt;br /&gt;You have a queen size bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear thongs&lt;br /&gt;You prefer hoodies to jackets&lt;br /&gt;You play with your old toys sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You still eat babyfood&lt;br /&gt;You have a baby of your own&lt;br /&gt;You hate liars and fakers&lt;br /&gt;You worry about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You dont care if people cheat off you on test.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as long as I still have the higher score...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go tanning&lt;br /&gt;You take a lot of pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You daydream a lot&lt;br /&gt;You have never had a crush on a teacher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are...(looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] tall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in between&lt;br /&gt;[ ] short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] blond&lt;br /&gt;[ ] redhead&lt;br /&gt;[x] brunette&lt;br /&gt;[ ] black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] blue-eyed&lt;br /&gt;[x] brown-eyed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] green-eyed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hazel eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[x] braces&lt;br /&gt;[ ] freckles&lt;br /&gt;[x] piercing(s)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] long hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] short hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] med. hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your nationality includes...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chinese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Indian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Taiwanese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Japanese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nicoya&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Puerto Rican&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chicana&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Italian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Scottish&lt;br /&gt;[x] Filipino&lt;br /&gt;[ ] duct&lt;br /&gt;[ ] French&lt;br /&gt;[ ] German&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Irish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Greek&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Portuguese&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hispanic&lt;br /&gt;[ ] polish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Korean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Jamaican&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Canadian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lithuanian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Native American&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Russian&lt;br /&gt;[ ] British&lt;br /&gt;[ ] African&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Other&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Australian&lt;br /&gt;[x]American&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your favorite color(s) are?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] red&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] yellow&lt;br /&gt;[x] black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] green&lt;br /&gt;[ ] blue&lt;br /&gt;[ ] white&lt;br /&gt;[ ] silver&lt;br /&gt;[xxx] purple &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brown&lt;br /&gt;[ ] orange&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some sports/physical things you have done?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] football&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;[x] dancing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lacrosse&lt;br /&gt;[ ] soccer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] field hockey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hockey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rugby&lt;br /&gt;[ ] softball&lt;br /&gt;[x] wrestling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[ ] track/cross country&lt;br /&gt;[x] Basketball&lt;br /&gt;[ ] baseball&lt;br /&gt;[ ] golf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] playing in the mud&lt;br /&gt;[x] playing music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hiking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] camping&lt;br /&gt;[x] horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;[ ] marching band&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skateboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(^ I suck at all of those, by the way...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your personality is sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;[x] annoying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] talkative&lt;br /&gt;[x] shy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] funny&lt;br /&gt;[x] serious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bubbly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spazzy&lt;br /&gt;[x] fun loving&lt;br /&gt;[x] laid back&lt;br /&gt;[ ] strict&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hyper&lt;br /&gt;[x] weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The music you like is?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rap...&lt;br /&gt;[x] rock&lt;br /&gt;[x] pop&lt;br /&gt;[x] country&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hiphop&lt;br /&gt;[x] r&amp;b&lt;br /&gt;[x] slow jams&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Christian&lt;br /&gt;[x] classical&lt;br /&gt;[ ] techno&lt;br /&gt;[x] oldies&lt;br /&gt;[x] punk&lt;br /&gt;[x] Metal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] reggae&lt;br /&gt;[x] Goth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(^ mostly Japanese... But if I like it, I like it, regardless of language...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pets you have are?&lt;br /&gt;[x] cat&lt;br /&gt;[x] dog&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lizard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ferret&lt;br /&gt;[ ] rabbit&lt;br /&gt;[x] fish&lt;br /&gt;[x] other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clothes you like to wear are?&lt;br /&gt;[x] plain tshirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stockings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] high heels&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sneakers&lt;br /&gt;[x] jeans&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pajama pants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] boxers&lt;br /&gt;[x] underwear&lt;br /&gt;[x] dresses&lt;br /&gt;[x] mini skirts&lt;br /&gt;[x] long skirts&lt;br /&gt;[x] watches&lt;br /&gt;[x] necklaces&lt;br /&gt;[x] hoop earrings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] toe socks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] flip flops&lt;br /&gt;[ ] halter tops&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stilettos&lt;br /&gt;[ ] band shirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shorts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] skate clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you like to wear your hair?&lt;br /&gt;[x] down&lt;br /&gt;[x] ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pigtails&lt;br /&gt;[x] messy bun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] half ponytail&lt;br /&gt;[ ] scrunched/curly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crimped&lt;br /&gt;[ ] with a bandana&lt;br /&gt;[ ] French braids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lots of little braids&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gel&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] messy (bed head)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fohawk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Side Sweep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You eat?&lt;br /&gt;[x] dessert&lt;br /&gt;[x] meat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] diet stuff&lt;br /&gt;[x] healthy foods&lt;br /&gt;[x] junk foods&lt;br /&gt;[x] a lot of carbs&lt;br /&gt;[x] lots of meat&lt;br /&gt;[x] salad&lt;br /&gt;[ ] seafood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A typical friday night...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mall with your friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] partying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] watching movies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] going to the club&lt;br /&gt;[x] staying home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] babysitting and getting $$&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hanging out w/ my friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hanging out w/ your boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] working while your friends are out having fun!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] going to gigs with your friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(^ I don't typically go out at night... There are exceptions, though...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently you are...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] single and lovin it&lt;br /&gt;[x] crushing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] single and looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] just broke up. . . and so sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]sexually confused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Online, you use:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sup&lt;br /&gt;[ ] =D&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lmao&lt;br /&gt;[ ] stfu&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ttyl&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lylas/lylab&lt;br /&gt;[ ] g2g -"gtg"&lt;br /&gt;[ xxx] ^^ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you like this survey?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] yeah&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]it was ok&lt;br /&gt;[x] it was something to do&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111739553211296455?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111739553211296455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111739553211296455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111739553211296455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111739553211296455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-long-ass-survey.html' title='One Long-ass Survey'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111738114137030247</id><published>2005-05-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:59:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood: &lt;/em&gt;slightly annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music: &lt;/em&gt;Perfect Crime&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; Mai Kuraki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a new puppy..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/puppy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ain't he cute..? He's a Japanese spitz, the offspring of Snowy (our dog) and some unknown (to me) female spitz which lives in the same subdivision... Apparently, the owner of the female saw us walking Snowy and decided to use him to breed puppies... So little one up there is a purebred...^^ Hehehe... You should see him walk... He waddles and his front paws go high up in the air; it's &lt;em&gt;adorable&lt;/em&gt;... We don't know if we're keeping him or giving him away yet, though... Honestly, I'd prefer a kitten, but I'm growing fond of the puppy... I mean, who couldn't with a face like that... But... He really needs to get potty trained (is that right to use on a dog..?) I swear... My room's floor is suffering... It's getting pretty pungent in there, in fact...^^; Plus he needs to stop yelping before I go insane... That pup's got pipes..! He reminds me of Ayumi Hamasaki with that voice... Sorry Ayu fans... (as if anyone's reading this... :p) Who knows, maybe he'll finally teach me some responsibility... If not then... Well... At least I learned how to pick up dog shit using just a toilet paper tube and rubbing alcohol... &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my kitty..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/BK2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting-Ting, a.k.a. Kitty,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; a.k.a. BK, a.k.a. Baby K, a.k.a Tingga... &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8952447-111738114137030247?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111738114137030247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111738114137030247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111738114137030247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111738114137030247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/05/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111723354367878157</id><published>2005-05-28T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:54:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myushiku saabei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; still pretty bummed out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Korekushon- Hoover's Ooover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get my mind off Kenta... A music survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name a song that you love. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Just one..? Mushi- Dir en Grey... Coz it's beautiful and Dir en Grey owns my soul... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and yours XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name a song that you hate. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Bright Lights- Billy Crawford... Epitome of cheap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The goofiest song you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;Ura Morning Musume Medley- Dokusatsu Terrorist... A lovely parody...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which song makes you smile no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Fine- L'arc~en~Ciel and Fine Weather Day- Siam Shade... So effin' happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite song title?&lt;br /&gt;Death Piano- Lareine... Haha... Death Piano... wtf..? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Favorite name of a band? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spread Beaver... Hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. What is the most annoying song you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not Gonna Get Us- t.A.T.u &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a.k.a. the evil rabid mutant chipmunks on crack...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Is it stuck in your head now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No... Thank God... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Which song always makes you cry? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dance With My Father- Luther Vandross &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. The song you listen you when you're...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad&lt;/em&gt;- Hoshi no Suna- Gackt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angry&lt;/em&gt;- Stoicism- Shiina Ringo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt;- Heaven- Siam Shade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^ bound to change every once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Which song moves you to tears because of its beauty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Silver Shining- L'arc~en~Ciel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. What is the song that relaxes you the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afternoon Repose- Maaya Sakamoto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Which song reminds you of someone you love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All for You- Amuro Namie... Because in a part of the song it sounds like she's saying his surname...&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Someone you hate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Da...ikirai... Yeah, that's right, Daikirai...^^; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Name a song that fits you right at this exact moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Hate It- Ellegarden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. What is your favorite song with a color in it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Greyish Wing- Siam Shade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Song you could hear over and over and never get tired of listening to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jyojyoushi- L'arc~en~Ciel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. What is a song that puts you to sleep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aishiteru- Mika Nakashima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. What is your favorite song to work out to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honey Vanity- Kozi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. What is the last song that you listened to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stem ~Daimyou Asobi Hen~- Shiina Ringo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. The strangest song that you have ever heard? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gishiki- Inugami Circus-dan and Stacey's Mom by... uh... I forget...^^; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. The most played CD in your collection? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um... These days, my Dir en Grey compo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. The CD you regret buying? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Avril Lavigne- Let Go... Oh the shame... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hides in a corner* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A CD you own with only one song that you like...&lt;br /&gt;Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your favorite band and song? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Band: Siam Shade &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then Dir en Grey, L'arc~en~Ciel, Core of Soul and Plastic Tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: I can't think of just one... &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111723354367878157?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111723354367878157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111723354367878157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111723354367878157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111723354367878157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/05/myushiku-saabei.html' title='Myushiku saabei'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111723045552113458</id><published>2005-05-28T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T06:04:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 Kenta... R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood: &lt;/em&gt;depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music: &lt;/em&gt;Akai Kei- Never Crazy&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm back again... And with a question, too... Has your heart ever bled for someone you didn't even know..? Well, right now I'm feeling pretty depressed because I just found out that Never Crazy is disbanding because their drummer, Kenta, died two days ago from a brain hemorrhage... And now I feel like crying, but I just can't... Damn, I'm going all emo on everyone and for what..? The drummer of a band I never even bothered to check out until now... *sigh* What bugs me is that while news of death does affect me, it never really hits me hard if it's someone I don't know... But now I sit here all dewy-eyed and even sadder than I was when my great-uncle died... I have no idea what's getting me emotional right now and I have a strong feeling that I'm not making sense... Plus I'm being all dramatic and angsty... Grr... I hate it... But I feel I must give a small tribute to this person who invoked so much emotion in me... I send my silent wishes to his family, friends, bandmates and fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/Kenta2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rest in Peace, Kenta...&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111723045552113458?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111723045552113458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111723045552113458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111723045552113458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111723045552113458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/05/3-kenta-rip.html' title='&lt;3 Kenta... R.I.P.'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8952447.post-111722346529627760</id><published>2005-05-28T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T04:14:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 3:32 am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mood:&lt;/em&gt; spaced out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;music:&lt;/em&gt; Metamorphoze- Gackt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing productive to do... So this thing still exists, eh..? Well, yay me..! After a year of merely 'existing' on the web, this blog will actually be *gasp* functional and *gasp again* updated *faints*... Yeah, as if anyone cares... It's just that I feel like I need to put my random, ranty and spacey thoughts somewhere... And where else but here..? I tried keeping a diary... Takes too much time... It's better here since I spend a ridiculous amount of time in front of the computer anyway... Yeah... Has anyone noticed that I have a sissy layout..? Which was made by the talented &lt;strong&gt;xiaoyu&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way... *points to bottom right* God, I'm such a frilly girly-girl... Oh well... It's pretty... I'm happy...^^ Actual entries will come soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8952447-111722346529627760?l=getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/feeds/111722346529627760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8952447&amp;postID=111722346529627760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111722346529627760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8952447/posts/default/111722346529627760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getoutfromtheshell.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-332-am.html' title='It&apos;s 3:32 am...'/><author><name>.:Mimi:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666952343238264248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v408/csayuri/pics/miruness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
