<?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-2637669389932336036</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:16:26.489-07:00</updated><category term='Mau-chii'/><category term='philippines'/><category term='pilipinas'/><category term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>I, for one, forbid you.</title><subtitle type='html'>You leave comments if it's good. You leave this page if it's not.

I don't care.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6407847542737417983</id><published>2010-02-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:39:37.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) February.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First off; well, a whole bunch of promised (and will be promised) pictures won't be up until I'm off from school, so... can wait for summer? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so Reading Proficiency Reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The school ranked 6 out of 32. They said, it's the first time that our school went for the top ten, but I think it's a lie; my school already ranked 3rd. I went only 9th in the Senior Level. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MAPEH SOCIAL DANCES. Held at the Old Building, Social Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Ballroom Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---It's cool, I got several (hundred) mistakes. :)) It's fun dressing up like princesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Modern Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/S3ZBFf-uPUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nxXTFmlYE4s/s1600-h/18169_101255639905767_100000639933088_37222_6813409_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437605162836180290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/S3ZBFf-uPUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nxXTFmlYE4s/s320/18169_101255639905767_100000639933088_37222_6813409_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---I totally DIG this one. It's the most fun ever because everybody got along in doing modern steps. We all have our uniform colors! 4 groups. One was wearing black and red, then black and white, and then, black and yellow;Our group chose violet and pink as our theme. A peak?-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Evolution of Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---This one's fine. I mean, we're all soooo tired to be having fun with this event. Our group got the 80's, and it's super fun to dress up as a person from that decade. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3rd Periodical Tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're okay. In English, I'm happy to brag that I got the highest score! 70/75, while the second highest score went 62. Hali-mau daw. :)) Tamang ninja ang naganap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah. I didn't pass the UPCAT test, well, only one of us did. :( But that's okay, wish me luck so I can pass PLM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;February Love Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XD Love week was fun, booths were everywhere! Even though Foundation Day is a month away, it still feels like the school has so much activities! There were marriage booths, Kiss Mark Booth, and Smoothies booths, candies, chocolates, and so many more! It's a sad thing that in the whole love week, everyone had regular classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALMA MATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so the Screening went great! :) I won the title. Here's a re-post of my thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Thank you sa lahat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa Ninja de Einstein!&lt;br /&gt;Adrianne: "Professional(?)" Make-up Artist (still ?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kay Celine: Hairclip. Pati ba naman un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlene: Sandals. TAKONG. TAAAKKKKOOOOOONNNNGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothnoth(casiano): Necklace. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Theresa: Ninjang Kulot. Earrings.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bubuyog: Journalist's coverage ba 'to? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chasey Lyn: Chords. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encar: Ung nag-play ng chords. Grabeng Ninja un! Imba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nikno----Tintin: Nag-kulot den. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mam Tecson(adviser): Sa kilay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mam Baquiran: Walking/ Posing? (Tried, and trying still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mam Navarro: MADAMING TALAMAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mam Valeriano: Thank you po (kahit strike one na ako)&lt;br /&gt;Miya: Ewan. Basta Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ran Sakura(nu kase ngalan mu neng?): ABCng Nihonggo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XD Link (Aki): WTH. Soccer ball juggling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Glenn &amp;amp; Rona: Kain bubog ah? Tapos sabay trashtalk? Unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dodies: Patay kayo. :))... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mam Giron (Principal): :D Thank you po. Kahit na mainit po dugo nio samen. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rochelle &amp;amp; Loieryn: Sank'yuu (O ayan naiba ah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dianne &amp;amp; Hermie: Congrats! (Ulitan sa pag-tawag?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of all Einstoinks: Thank you ng marami. Di nio na kelangan ng special mention no. Luv ko kau lahat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mendelicious (glenn's freakin' idea): Thank you po sa inio, sa mga nag-congrats; lalo na po kay Rachelyn(sp?) and Kathleen, thanking you po!Sa others na ungrouped (data?): A MILLION THANKS TO ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Wilma and Roner: 'kay lang yan. IMBA. Beauty and Brains ang Einstein no. Wala lang talaga tayong... ganun, gets? Poor tayo eh. :)) Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Maureen Jade" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1236145756"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And dahil po sa iniong lahat, nanalo po ako as Ms. Alma Mater 2010! (pak)Ulitang thank you sa inio!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-pants-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll miss the one-week pratice of the Royal Dance. Most importantly, I'll miss the Royal Clan. :)) Pauso? Clan pa ha. Grabe, feel ko talaga ung red cape! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XD So that sums it. :) Kahapon lang ung JS, kaya eto sabog pa rin ako. WILL NEED A LOT OF TIME TO "move-on". XD Ako pa.&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/2637669389932336036-6407847542737417983?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6407847542737417983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6407847542737417983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6407847542737417983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title=':) February.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/S3ZBFf-uPUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nxXTFmlYE4s/s72-c/18169_101255639905767_100000639933088_37222_6813409_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-1136099754019190160</id><published>2010-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:04:58.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everything's piling up, so before I decide to ignore blogger, I'll blog now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Frist off, Christmas. Christmas was good. Nothing unsual, just... fine. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dec. 28. We now have a new part of the family~ Mirmo. He's a 3-month old puppy. Not like a Shih Tsu (sp?), but not a Yorkie. He's really adorable, but I tend to get mad at him for doing crazy things like chasing a golf ball, and then, putting it in his mouth. Awwww. We're going all out for this new baby brother, because we haven't had a real pet before (yeah, we dun kno how to take good care of him). I pity him; because from 7 am to 12 pm, he's all alone in the house. Pictures won't be up until my next blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;New Year's good too. I hate that Atomic Bomb, because of that, Mirmo won't come out from under the sofa. Lots of food! And it's a day where staying up so late is legal. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now with school. I realize that I'm really going to leave high school, and start a new life in a university. New life. New friends. New everything. I'll miss high school. :) I know, all of ye will understand what I feel right now when you come to your Senior Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Filipino. Mihghad. Wala pa ako El Fili. Help. I need it nao. :)) My teacher's mad at me --- for sure, I'll receive a line of 7 for this subject. Well, I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;English. Remeber that English Reading Proficiency Contest? Well, it's happening again. Bid me all the luck in guessing the answers. It's on 27, so I'm under some hard training at the moment (another reason why my FILIPINO teacher's mad at me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;February's nearing. WTH that does mean? Valentne's day! And what's better than Valentine's day? J. S. Promenade~ Yes, for the second time, I'll be attending the event, although with a little twist. I want to be in the Cotillon (sp?), but they need graceful dancers. I'm totally failing at dancing. The good news is that, I'm gonna be Einstein's representative as &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Alma Mater&lt;/strong&gt;! : I'm nervous, I mean, it's my first time to join a pageant (sp?). There's no real screening (only an interview). Still, I'm awfully anxious about it. I've been refusing these kinds of positions, but since it's my last chance; well, why not? I need all the confidence I could get. If there's anything I'm lacking, those would be... err... confidence... beauty... brains... and weight... and dancing skills. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mom gave me this super cool planner. And since then, I've been doing a pretty good job handling school work (talk about being diorganized).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So... 'til next week! See this? It's pretty rushed. No details at all. -sigh- Oh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(why, yes, my life's a very big story; I can't write everything ye know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ta ta~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. LINK, YOU MAGGOT. :)) Congratulations on your new baby! Although I'm advising you to change its name from Silver. Man, that's cool~ Laptop buddies. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-1136099754019190160?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1136099754019190160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2010/01/piled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1136099754019190160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1136099754019190160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2010/01/piled.html' title='Piled.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-3304387930430273898</id><published>2009-12-18T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:58:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I haven't updated for two weeks. Or is it becoming three nao? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm... err... &lt;i&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt; to make an update. XD Not really, it's just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unlockdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AISHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; asked me if I'm still updating this thing or not; so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice isn't good. It's not producing any proper (coherent) words. It's because of that Cantata. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely ignoring my tablet. LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking at PetSo anymore. LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing stuffs. REALLY LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- It's like, I can't do anything anymore. Nothing piques my interest nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even &lt;em&gt;too lazy&lt;/em&gt; to continue this blogpost. But, oh well, I'll just chip in whatever pops into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so uhh... I'm holding new money right now. It's new because it's an early christmas gift. Would anyone believe that I have not a purse nor a wallet? I've lost a lot of purses before, they may have slipped out of pocket... or something more stupid than that. And I don't want my bills to be crumpled, I want them as straight as possible. Wallet? Too big and bulky for my pocket, so I leave them in my bag or someone else' bag. :)) Crazy. I ended up deciding not to have anything to hold my money together. Hmm. But recently, my younger sister received a coin purse from their Christmas Party... I'm using it right now. Err... still, I will dispose of it too... Sana may matino-tinong wallet ang matanggap ko ngaung pasko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in line... MALLS. I live in Manila, so it's understandable that I get to go to many malls. I can go to San Lazaro easily; it's a one-jeepney ride. Recto. :)) I can go to Victory mall as well as the Araneta Square. But even though I'm a Manila-person, I don't really know where I'm going. The only path I know is from school to house and vice-versa. I don't know how to get to these malls without anyone going with me. I'd get LOST! -sigh- I'm bad at maps too. HALP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Uhh... Oh wait, Ysa-chan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hush-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Nicole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; already have an active dA account. Check out her lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxtimeless.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! I'm staying there almost all the time, well not really, but I take a lot of time looking at her pictures! I'm really jealous of her, because I think all thoise pictures have an awesome effect which I've been praticing for almost a year now. :)) It's more than photo-filtering...? I think? Umm... Lomography, I think that's the &lt;i&gt;closest &lt;/i&gt;effect. But, what? Haha. I still don't know what it is exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... I want a new cellphone. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chistmas! I'm going to San Lazaro tomorrow, or somewhere else where I can buy gifts. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah-sempai gave me this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x301/minahoru/Maureen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should give something for my online friends too. :D&lt;/span&gt; It's really nice. Thank you, Aishah-sempai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-3304387930430273898?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3304387930430273898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3304387930430273898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3304387930430273898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/12/lazy.html' title='Lazy.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-138281464403541208</id><published>2009-11-29T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:27:57.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagsipag.</title><content type='html'>Nagsipag daw (kunwari). Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be able to survive this year. We're being rushed! XD Got a lot of things in hand; thus, not giving tablette (dab-le-y) proper care. Neglect, all I do is neclect them! Erm, back to 'got a lot of things at hand' thingy, Cantata, Notebooks, err... and some many others that I had to write them all down in a pad (it's blue's clues~ blue's clues~ We gotta find another pawprint that's the third clue. We put it in the notebook, now what should we do?!). Yes, I cross them out everytime the... objectives are met. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just got home from TUP. I just took the entrance exam and wow, was it easy. NOT EASY! It's very easy compared to UP's, but really, the time pressure is too much! 2 minutes for 50 freaking items?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I don't think I'll pass it... but you know. Gotta be an optimist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day. :D Ye know, FUN, as in it's totally in MY range! Okay, here's what happened. There's this Seminar, a turorial for ADOBE PHOTOSHOP in two consecutive Saturdays (yesterday and on 5). It's only opened for those under the Computer subject (the boys, 'cause I'm in Food Service!), and I wanted to attend so I can learn stuffs~ Well, I got in, so there're only me, and other 3 guys (only 5 seniors are allowed per school, the other guy was from 3rd year) XP Think about deceiving the rules! We went to TIP (Technological Institute of the Phils) and started sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping 'cause they just HAD to run over the basics. What?! They're going into a seminar with no knowledge of it? I thought I was going to learn about something advanced, something I don't know yet(like animation!). So, there I was, &lt;em&gt;nangangalikot nung computer, &lt;/em&gt;ignoring the facilitator. I nearly got nagged at, 'cause I wasn't following... but I think they're silenced by my intimidating power!!! XD I was doing something they don't know. LOL. Pattern Overlay! XD I think they're stupid. Heh. Then, one by one they started to ask (they're 3 of 'em).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saang school ka?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saan un?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Private?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May Photoshop classes kayo? (I paled at this question)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anu pa ba hindi mo alam para next week idadagdag namin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anu kukunin mong course?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayaw mong mag-aral dito?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD My seatmate was like, "Lagot ka, 'di ka kasi nakikinig eh." I ignored him, and stayed focused on mah computer. I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;offer ba 'to ng scholarship? &lt;/em&gt;Naman(shameless, tsk tsk)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we'll be bringing our own set of pictures (to be altered). Well, that's next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be out too. There's this pratice for our social dance. Waltz, Rumba, Swing and the likes, get it? So many things to do! XD Can't update~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... okay, GTG. Gotta make mah Math Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-138281464403541208?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/138281464403541208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/11/nagsipag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/138281464403541208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/138281464403541208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/11/nagsipag.html' title='Nagsipag.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6237762433148982026</id><published>2009-11-20T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:30:58.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorable Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is my Birthday, and there's nothing new to that (except that I'm a year older).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XD I'll write down everything... starting this morning. Who would want that? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I got Panda Eyes this morning; I wasn't ble to get good sleep last night! It's not because of excitement... well, it's because I just came from PLM to take a test permit (will be on Dec. 6), and then we went to SM Manila to watch some movies. They said New Moon will be out tomorrow (which means today). While they (all 18 of my classmates) were moaning their frustrations on the said movie, I was gaping at another trailer: Paranormal Activity. It seems good enough (XD talkie-talkie), and then someone started pulling me to see the trailer of New Moon. That's when I decided that I'll watch PA over New Moon. XD They were so... annoying, to my taste at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Eyes? Oh, yes. I STILL don't have enough guts to watch the actual video... no, I'm not watching that movie without hints on what it's going to be. I'm scared; I went to the internet to see some reviews and some reaction videos. HILARIOUS. Seriously? Budget of $15,000? Some can't get to sleep for days, while others can't even enter their OWN house afte they've watched the movie. Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moning, the talk was about meh birthday, AND Paranormal Activity. Writing up 'Otanjoubi Omedatou' something err... Rochelle's. XD They said it was really scary but the ending didn't end up as what they thought. I got more excited to see it. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy today. I mean, my classmates are divided into three cliques (sp?). The Popular, The Geeky, and The Unknown. I belong to the third one; and believe it or not, I get along with everyone very well. I'm Miss Friendly, right? I got hugs and kisses from them. Rochelle even gave me a cute plushie. It's errr... I dunno what it's called but, it's white and very anime-y. Like some emoticon (I'll just put up a picture someday). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the quote for the day? "Happy Birthday Mau. Alam ko magaling kang sumagot... pati ako." Grammar's totally off, but everybody's jumping around like some hoodlums, some were pushing others, while these other were literally tumbling in front of Mrs. Baccay, our strict English teacher. Hell, was it crazy, it lasted for two minutes! LOL, I guess &lt;em&gt;we're &lt;/em&gt;really the section's most favored pair. Kilig kilig sila na parang kiti-kiti. Kawawang mga nilalang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In my vacant period, I was called to the English Department, and it was a relief that Ma'am Baccay is nowhere near. I was called by Ma'am Repique; it was about the reading proficiency contest again (which will be on January). She gave me a large book of short stories. WTF? Gift from her is a review? She's crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Later that day, I went to Jollibee and treated Rochelle and Loieryn some... well, anu pa nga ba? Food. They're nuts. I mean, the both of them are nuts. Haha~ Happiness~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went home, forgetting that I NEED need Rochelle's notes for Social Studies. XD Smupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family brought me to San Lazaro, well, it's the closest mall so... And even if I'm full, we went to a resto to fill up their stomachs. XD Tataba ako nyan eh. I played with the leche flan. I bored down a big hole on it. Like it's a volcano (will post a picture of it, promise). Even the Waitress took a picture of my masterpiece. Hah! What a fool she is. It's considered as a scrap material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, which reminds me (LOL, how can I forget?), &lt;strong&gt;I got a new baby&lt;/strong&gt;! It's a Graphics Tablet! I'm still praticing on it, I can't seem to draw one decent line. :P (pictures? I'm on it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406191078386753938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SwamJH8g4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B80L1JktaWY/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm still on the stress and control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, I'm really tired. Full and tired. But tomorrow's another day! Tomorrow, there'll be party here, so I think I won't get online. ^_^ We'll be watching Paranormal Activity; one of meh classmates would be bringing a pirated copy. Hoho~ Dweeves (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This day really is the best ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;@ Link. You're crazy. You're breaking things. XD Throw the CPU to a lake! Adwanced Happy Birthday. I hope you'll get the craziest day ever woven. I'm stuck to dawing thin line, I need halp. Oh, and you SHOULD get your hands on Tinierme.com &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6237762433148982026?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6237762433148982026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorable-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6237762433148982026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6237762433148982026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorable-year.html' title='Favorable Year.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SwamJH8g4ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/B80L1JktaWY/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-125881504048194893</id><published>2009-11-09T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:55:26.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesiem.</title><content type='html'>XD While trying to find some hacks (or patches?) for Special Force (some gun-action), my younger brother (I'm the eldest!) found a this new hack with a cool background music! I was, yeah, you've guessed it right; surfing the net today when I heard the latin chants from the desktop computer. I thought it was Death Note (but then, I thought, my bro isn't so much of a fan about Death Note) because it was doing; "Dominus Romulus etc." It was like our latin chant last year: Sanctus Sanctus Gracea Plena Dominus Tekkum Benidictatum In muli In muli Eri bus Eri bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they it had those cool chimes! LOL. I searched it on the net, knowing that I only held the lyrics, and found it! It's really awesome. I don't know why I'm attracted to this kind of music; I'm not emo, I'm not in an occult, I don't sparkle (XD) either. Expect my music genre to be either classical, hard rock, &lt;em&gt;nakakakilabot&lt;/em&gt;, mystic spirit voices (its album) and well... latin chants. Hoho~ I'm really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Wanna listen? Careful though, it's 11 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: XD Media Converting isn't working at this moment so... direct linking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2q9h7gi6YPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2q9h7gi6YPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesiem - Fundamentum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus&lt;br /&gt;Remus Romolus Divinus Duramentum&lt;br /&gt;Remus Romolus Divinus Fratercaedes&lt;br /&gt;Sanctus Dominus Exitus Paludamentum&lt;br /&gt;Masculus Dominus Similis Non Fundamentum&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus Maximus Reconcilio&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus Maximus Non Fundamentum&lt;br /&gt;Remus Romolus Divinus Duramentum&lt;br /&gt;Remus Romolus Divinus Fratercaedes&lt;br /&gt;Sanctus Dominus Exitus Paludamentum&lt;br /&gt;Masculus Dominus Similis Non Fundamentum&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus Maximus Reconcilio&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus Maximus Non Fundamentum&lt;br /&gt;Romolus Dominus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-125881504048194893?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/125881504048194893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesiem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/125881504048194893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/125881504048194893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesiem.html' title='Lesiem.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-754417713316648703</id><published>2009-10-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:26:14.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphie.</title><content type='html'>Happy XD. Just got home from SM North EDSA. I just got my new baby! -cough- I mean, a new laptop! I'll edit this post with some pictures, but for now, I'm gonna eat first. I'm famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED after four whole days!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. FINALLY. I have one of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cheap compared to other giz. Wanna see? Of course, you don't. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397928141062307586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SulLC3safwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f3fD7dh5aTY/s320/DSC00529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD That bear ia from Coca-cola. I got it for Christmas. :D I know what you're thinking, "Why is it pink?!" XD Pillow's pink, sheets are pink, and for the comforter? Yes, it's also pink. My little sister is pretty much a brat for pink. Although I don't agree with this stuffs, well, what can I do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is ACER ASPIRE, baby. Thirteen inches across, and only one inch thick. We got it with free Smartbro (we planned on a router one day), a free A4tech webcam (for our desktop computer), a free mouse, and a free external DVD drive. BARGAIN!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397928138115705058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SulLCst46OI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CEKSb5lS1TY/s320/DSC00530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet. Yeees, I removed the backround of my room (NO MORE PINK STUFF FOR ME). Hohohoho~ I still don't have the router, but finally, yes, finally, itsh mine! XD And I think I'm gonna get a Tablet on my birthday! Aren't I just the happiest materialistic person you've ever met?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;News flash:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I failed the tests once again! Wooo~ I am so not graduating from highschool. LOL. Weird thing? I passed the test on Home Economics, I didn't pass my notebook ('cause there's none), and I'm still top 6 in the subject. Chi-chi! After the Essay contest in Hi-Y, I am now being prepared for the upcoming Reading Comprehension. It's tough. Really, it's tough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be very busy, considering that I'm on a campus' tour. UP is a go. PLM is too. TUP, hn, probably. UE? I guess. FEU? Not much. Lyceum? Asking my mom first. Others? Well, let's see them on GOOGLE map, if it's big... then, yeah. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-754417713316648703?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/754417713316648703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/aphie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/754417713316648703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/754417713316648703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/aphie.html' title='Aphie.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SulLC3safwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f3fD7dh5aTY/s72-c/DSC00529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5665532695611326851</id><published>2009-10-22T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:33:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games....sss.</title><content type='html'>I like Legends of Zelda  THIS MUCH. And people make a fuss like, "FF is better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Yeah, FF is better. Could you at least make an appropriate comparison? Zelda and Kingdom Hearts is a good pair. I hate people like that. They even make some stupid remarks: "Square Enix(?) is better than Square Soft." So what? As long as I enjoy the game, it doesn't matter. Bunch of nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was asked, "Do you know what gameplay is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell, yeah I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffft. Earth to morons. Earth to morons. Copy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paste. (raaaandom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Will be continued... one day, I hope.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-5665532695611326851?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5665532695611326851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/gamessss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5665532695611326851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5665532695611326851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/gamessss.html' title='Games....sss.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-54088373916610316</id><published>2009-10-14T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T04:52:35.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually did it.</title><content type='html'>Still disbelieving this news which came to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won? Essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd place. XD Really? Well, what a bunch of idiots they are! I mean, are they blind?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Woohoo~ What a way to start my day, right? I came in late (as always); I'm skipping flag ceremonies and other morning announcements so... I came upon a classmate who's waiting at the lobby (they're going to a contest with some others). "Congrats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Eh?" Bakit pinapatawag ba ako sa Guidance?! "Sa essay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Well, that ends there. The rest is history! Nabisto daw ako sa pagiging late. Hobby ko na un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I skip flag ceremonies... it's embarassing to go up on that slippery stage. And now, I'm an instant YMCA member! LMAO. Also, I'll be competing for the regional one this Saturday. Goodluck with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still disbelieving, but here it is. Right at mah face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit:]&lt;br /&gt;XD I just came from the regional contest, and the good thing is: I won't be joining all the other contest~ I lost. So many things to do in school and I just have to give up writing. It should've been 300 words. I stopped at 160.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-54088373916610316?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/54088373916610316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-actually-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/54088373916610316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/54088373916610316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-actually-did-it.html' title='I actually did it.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-7076161426103177385</id><published>2009-10-13T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:37:29.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picchus.</title><content type='html'>The horror of Roman and Greek Mythology starts. And I'm having a hard time spelling their names right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging... again. Irk-some, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being me and staying out of the camera's sight; I don't have pictures of myself. A solo one. I decided to take some shots(nebulizer? uhh.. traquilizer?). Just an update from me. Hoho~ Be scareeeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oops! Accidentally hit the publish button!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392020530565809378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/StROGrn9BOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uhu6C62hrX4/s320/IMG0195A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugly, I know. My friends take pictures from a downward angle. I don't know how to put it in words but... they hold their camera up in the air then click. It's as if they're taking a picture of the top of their heads. Ung bubunan ba yun? Ang chaka(haha~ talking ekla nanaman~).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to post the other pictures(alongside with this) to satisfy my narcissism, but it's going to take spaces and I'm not that of a photo creature. This was taken from my cellphone so it's low quality... ish. This went straight from it; and I'm regretting to post it without getting it through Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, Pet Society just rocks my soul. I MEAN IT. I'm on a hug-parade everytime I'm on the net. Haha~ A picture of Eris. Wanna see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392027636482203138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/StRUkTOcXgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/85-zPcdQEFQ/s320/Mao+in+skirt.jpg" /&gt;This was taken just 5 minutes ago. She's wearing a skirt(freakin' stylish). She's awesome. She's cool. I love her glasses. I'm so weak on black and white things. Gimme gifts! Black and white things! Monotones!!! zOMG. She's wearing that because it's 'in' (just arrived set of... :P), but that's not her casual clothes. She's in the dressing room of the house. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392029841330555746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/StRWko7QS2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LVi1PfpH32s/s320/dress+room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only part of the house where it's full of things. I want to make a tour around my house but... there's nothing to see anyway. Just 12 rooms of... emptiness... and space... and... cold... and... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the casual clothes I was telling you:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392031642766417634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/StRYNfzCHuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WDHYc4lAmhA/s320/Mao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stoic pet. I still don't know what she is though. A rabbit? A polar bear? A dog? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gifts, anyone? I promise to give you another gift with the same price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teehee~ It all ends here. I'll be busy this month so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-7076161426103177385?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7076161426103177385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/picchus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7076161426103177385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7076161426103177385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/picchus.html' title='Picchus.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/StROGrn9BOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uhu6C62hrX4/s72-c/IMG0195A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-2106099097719138202</id><published>2009-10-09T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:49:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inactive lately.</title><content type='html'>It's been a whole month? What? I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September came. It's the start of Science Month. Science fair, exhibits... yadah-yadah-yadah. We won 1st place in category:technology. We submitted this Lava Float (which won), the Measuring Air Pollution (didn't win), and Puncakes (for Food Tech category). Yeah, they're all my idea. Damn. I'm not even the leader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on. I went to YMCA last last Saturday, the building behind SM Manila? Yes, that's the one. Essay writing contest, so... ^_^ I don't know if I won; I'm not expecting anything. Haha~ I love fluffing. XD Then, typhoon ONDOY came crashing on us. We (me and Rona, she went for the quiz bee) got trapped inside SM Manila 'cause the flood outside can almost reach our mid-thighs. No use. I gotta get home... fast. We ride on a pedicab (kasi wala namang umaandar na sasakyan dun so...) Pinapasok na nga ng baha ung lower ground floor. And buti nga naabutan ko ung last trip sa lrt. When I got home, my brother and my sister were trying hard to stop the flood from entering the house. Haha~ Pero pinasok na din kami. And then, classes were suspended for the whole week! Yay~ (Not a good time for celebrating, dummy) BUUUUT. No more Semestrial break for us. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the time to finish the papers... yes, the papers. And yesterday, we got the certificate and the prize money. Boo~ Now, we're getting hyped up for United Nations day. It's Social Studies Month. Yuck~ Ayoko nga sumali dun. They'll make me wear heels! And gowns! And HEELS!!! Haha~ I won't be joining activities this month, I'm bad in Social Studies. An-and pera pera lang naman un eh (sa flag identification kaya?). Gayunpaman (bleeds), full force kami sa pagpanalo kay Krisna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month is November! We're all excited 'cause we're (the Einsteins) going to make a theater show. It's all gonna be love stories from Greek and Roman Gods (COOL!).  Tapos ako saw si Aphrodite?! &gt;:-O Nooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited B. E. C. A. U. S. E. it's English month! And it's my favorite month of the whole year (Birthday is on November 20). Then, before we can even look at the calendar, it's already December! Haha~ This week nga lang eh, every night after dinner, dad goes out to buy Putobumbong and Bibingka! Haha~ Lufet, ang aga ng pasko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning on going to Early mass (what was it again?) Me? Into church? Please naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes! I'm also half-excited AND half-hesitant to go to school on Monday. Why?! It's because it's our every-grading-recital! I'm nervous; still not ready for it. We're reciting 'The Fool's Prayer'. I know it's easy but... and my harsh teacher already gave us the piece for next grading period, the girls get 'The Nymph's reply to the Sheperd', the boys? I forgot. It's going to be a dual one. They're making eash of us (girls) pair with a boy whom we can recite the piece with. Anyway, that's still on December so.... But I'm all uneasy about this; I think the best pair to deliver the piece would be held the candidate for Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Poet &amp;amp; Poetess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all. Other things will be posted some other time. ^_^ Ciao~ I miss my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I miss everyone in GA too! I hope I'll be transferred back to it. :C It's boring here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-2106099097719138202?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2106099097719138202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/inactive-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2106099097719138202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2106099097719138202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/10/inactive-lately.html' title='Inactive lately.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5709511846224695476</id><published>2009-09-10T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:23:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow-chika-bow-wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Bow, Chicka, Bow-Wow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; That's what my baby says! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Mow-mow-mow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; And my heart starts pumping! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Chicka-Chicka Choo Wah! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Never gonna stop! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means that I love you! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; My baby's got her own way of talking, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Whenever she says something sweet. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And she knows it's my world she's a-rockin', &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Though my vocabulary’s incomplete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And though it may sound confusing, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes I wish she'd give it to me straight! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But I never feel like I'm losing, &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Losing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; When I take the time to translate! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; Here’s what I’m talkin' 'bout! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Bow, Chicka, Bow-Wow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; That's what my baby says! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Mow-mow-mow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; And my heart starts pumping! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Oh-Chicka-Chicka, Choo Wah! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Never gonna stop! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means that I love you! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Well I don't know what to do! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; I don't know what to do. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; But I think I'm getting through! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; I think I'm getting through. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; 'Cause when I say I love you... &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; When I say I love you! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; She's says, "I Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo you too!" &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo you too! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo you too! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo you too! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Don’t need a dictionary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Bow, Chicka, Bow-Wow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candace/Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; That's what my baby says! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Mow-mow-mow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candace/Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; And my heart starts pumping! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Chicka-Chicka, Choo Wah! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candace/Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Never gonna stop! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means that I love you! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; I said, a-Bow, Chicka, Bow-Wow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candace/Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; That’s what my baby says! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Mow-mow-mow! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candace/Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; And my heart starts pumping! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phineas:&lt;/b&gt; Chicka-Chicka, Choo Wah! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candace/Ferbettes:&lt;/b&gt; Never gonna stop! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means that I love you! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means that I love you! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means... &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;That I love you baby, baby, baby! &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ferb:&lt;/b&gt; Baby-baby-baby-baby. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;All:&lt;/b&gt; Gitchee, Gitchee, Goo means that I love you!&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;My favorite cartoon seems to be hitting me like it's some kind of a mallet. Phineas and Ferb. It's really frustrating that my two favorite cartoons go on the same time. Pocoyo is my other favorite.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Hey, it's Phineas and Ferb... and CANDACE, it's Ashley Tisdale! And I love it because of Doofensmirtz(?), he and Perry does a lot of random stuffs. XD Random, like SZS. I think I've read something that states that the cartoon is involved with the creators of Simpsons? Yeah, so this toon just blow up my mind every time! I'm excited towards Summer 2010, they're airing Season two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and that song? It's my fave. My phone goes 'bow chika bow wow' in the morning (makes me want to dance every time I hear the tune). My friends DO know the cartoon, but they just laugh when I sing it ('cause they think it's funny~ fyi, my nickname is on it), just like how they laugh whenever I sing the Loco Roco theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/131645436/3a2653c1" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" width="420" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-5709511846224695476?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5709511846224695476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/09/bow-chika-bow-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5709511846224695476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5709511846224695476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/09/bow-chika-bow-wow.html' title='Bow-chika-bow-wow.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-612701419141490746</id><published>2009-09-05T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:35:42.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality.</title><content type='html'>This is real. Gee- I haven't posted a post for like, how many days? Link's catching up on me. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing this post just to say that I'm still alive. THAT I'm still breathing and nothing bad happened. XD To me? Something bad? Riiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked up on Pet Society (the only reason why I'm on facebook). I'm also on Left 4 Dead (which freaks me out all of the time. LOL), and yeah sv_cheats 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm cheating cause it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on dA too. Ummm... doing tons of outings like alay-Lakad, Youth Walk, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, that's all. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be getting online more often. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-612701419141490746?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/612701419141490746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/09/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/612701419141490746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/612701419141490746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/09/reality.html' title='Reality.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-2187113170240304892</id><published>2009-08-13T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:39:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumba.</title><content type='html'>XD Our first wave of Periodical Tests came today! And weee~ I'm all hyped-up for the next wave tomorrow! Wooo~ I'm meeting all sorts of people in dA. XD I'm free of worries now~ Well, not really. I wish everything can be made with COMPUTER. XD Like our notebooks would be just an eight-inch LCD laptop. Our pencils and BOMB PEPPER/ KOPOMBOMS will just be the ultra-tablet I saw last week! Like so awesome... And maybe we should just have a surgery for our brain... Like they could just stick in a USB or memorystick. LOL. I'm babbling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumba. XD I'm really addicted to Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei. It's full of random, straight to the point (yet sarcastic) episodes. It's killing meh! The hell? I went everywhere searching for it! Divisoria doesn't have it... Quiapo too, so probably hey're nowhere to be found. Haaaiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZETSUBOSHITA!&lt;br /&gt;THIS WORLD OF INCOMPLETENESS HAS LEFT ME IN DESPAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo eager to find the series... failed. And they're airing the third season in Japan. Why?! Why can't I find it anywhere?! I'd buy all 3 sets! It's just my type of comedy, 'ya know! Just random talks and full of PARODIES! See? PARODIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah~ I have to wait for 2 moths for the third one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so that just turned the mood down. XD But really, an otaku would die laughing about it (cause they can relate for everything). And the manga... hell, was it very creepy! Somneone just to go around killing everyone. Itoshiki Nozumo is suicidal love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting suicides, but all the same, complaining: "What if I had died?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey; here's one of the parodies they made. Familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CD8ZFFGnC6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CD8ZFFGnC6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? There's also some Gundam(n), Death Note... and uhh... so many!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-2187113170240304892?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2187113170240304892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/rumba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2187113170240304892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2187113170240304892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/rumba.html' title='Rumba.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-1821788861132243814</id><published>2009-08-08T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:26:04.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One-hundred-truths.</title><content type='html'>I'm posting... 'cause I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Real name: Maureen Jade Mallari Paglingayen(See? My name is very looong.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s): Maureen. Mau. Ma-o. Chii. And uhh... Rade(-Link).&lt;br /&gt;3. Zodiac sign: Scorpio. Snap! Snap!&lt;br /&gt;4. Male or female: Female. I'm... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;5. Elementary: FGCES&lt;br /&gt;6. Middle School: XD I didn't go to one. &lt;br /&gt;7. High School: FGCHS&lt;br /&gt;8. Hair color: Dark brown. And they're real!&lt;br /&gt;9. Long or short: Long. Waaay.&lt;br /&gt;10. Loud or Quiet: Quiet, and if I get loud... I'd be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;12. Phone or Camera: Phone. There's a camera in it, so...&lt;br /&gt;13. Health freak: No... Yes? &lt;br /&gt;14. Drink or Smoke? Niether.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone? No(if it's a real person XD).&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat or Drink: Both? Uhh... What? I got a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;17. Piercings? Ears only.&lt;br /&gt;18. Tattoos: NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in an airplane: Nope, but I'll be. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;20. Been on a motorcycle: Yep. &lt;br /&gt;21. Been in a car accident: Yes. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in a fist fight: Nope. I'd lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing: Ears.&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend: Nathania Roniel.&lt;br /&gt;25. First award: Uhh... Top 2? Kinder.&lt;br /&gt;26. First crush: Pffft. Don't give me headaches. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;28. First big vacation: When we went on a month long trip to Hundred Islands and Corriegidor. LOL. That's big, but the farthest would be... LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last person you talked to: Mom, she's bought me a pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last person you texted: Mrs. Tecson.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person you watched a movie with: 2nd dgree family(cousins and Aunt)&lt;br /&gt;32. Last food you ate: Cloud 9.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last movie you watched: BFF. Shoo-wa-dee-wap.&lt;br /&gt;34. Last song you listened to: Tonight - FM Static&lt;br /&gt;35. Last thing you bought: Wait... I forgot? Or... was it shake?&lt;br /&gt;36. Last person you held hands with: CJ, my cute awshum 2-yr. old nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Food: Seafood.&lt;br /&gt;38. Drinks: Mountain Dew.&lt;br /&gt;39. Clothing: Simple tee-s and pajamas/ jogging pants.&lt;br /&gt;40. Books: Uhh... I don't choose, but Mangas? Uhh... 19 Minutes, The Little Prince, and Lord Foulgrin's Letter. Isama nio na din ung 'Gapo.&lt;br /&gt;41. Music: Pffft. I love everything but worthless thrashing of instruments.&lt;br /&gt;42. Flower: White roses are fine.&lt;br /&gt;44. Movies: ...No.&lt;br /&gt;45. Positions: . . . . . ? What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;46. Subjects: English, Math, Science, and T. L. E. (I'm baking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. kissed in the snow: Uhh... Kissed a picture with someone rolling on the snow bed in it? XD&lt;br /&gt;48. celebrated Halloween: Yyyep.&lt;br /&gt;49. had your heart broken: Nope. I never fell before (Senti?).&lt;br /&gt;50. went over the minutes on your cell phone: Yes, and my mom scolded me a second after.&lt;br /&gt;51. someone questioned your sexual orientation: I question myself: Are you alien or something?&lt;br /&gt;52. came out of the closet: U-huh.&lt;br /&gt;53. gotten pregnant: Nooo, at the age of 14? No-no-no.&lt;br /&gt;54. had an abortion: Of?&lt;br /&gt;55. done something you've regretted: Uhh... can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;56. broke a promise: I don't think so... I don't keep one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;57. hid a secret: Yes, I got lots of secrets.&lt;br /&gt;58. pretended to be happy: Emo? LOL. Of course! But then, I'll be rolling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;59. met someone who changed your life: Ya!&lt;br /&gt;60. pretended to be sick: XD Won't tell.&lt;br /&gt;61. left the country: Nope, not yet. XDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;62. tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it: Tried sisig.&lt;br /&gt;63. cried over the silliest thing: ...? I don't know about that.&lt;br /&gt;64. ran a mile: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;65. went to the beach with your best friend(s): Yes, in Batangas. And the water's sooooo clear!&lt;br /&gt;66. stay single the whole year: I'm single. I don't have any twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Eating: Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;68. Drinking: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;69. I'm about to reply: What?&lt;br /&gt;70. Listening to: (When I'm with you I'm) Thinking of you - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;71. Plans for today: Do my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;72. Waiting for: No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Want kids? Only one please.&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married? Yeah. (dreamy)&lt;br /&gt;75. Careers in mind: Law. Architechture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH A BOY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Lips or eyes: Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;77. Shorter or taller? Taller.&lt;br /&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;79. Nice stomach or nice arms: As long as he's a bishounen, who would want those? &lt;br /&gt;80. Sensitive or loud: A little of both.&lt;br /&gt;81. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;82. Trouble-maker or hesitant: Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Lost glasses/contacts: No.&lt;br /&gt;84. Ran away from home: I run away from home whenenever I'm going to the store.&lt;br /&gt;85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense: NO!&lt;br /&gt;86. Killed somebody: NO!&lt;br /&gt;87. Broken someone's heart: Yes, they blame me. :(&lt;br /&gt;88. Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;89. Cried when someone died: Cotton Buds! Waaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself: Yes... No?&lt;br /&gt;91. Miracles: No.&lt;br /&gt;92. Love at first sight: No.&lt;br /&gt;93. Heaven: No.&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Claus: No. Stupidest thing evar.&lt;br /&gt;95. Sex on the first date: W-wha-t?&lt;br /&gt;96. Kiss on the first date: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY: I'VE BEEN DOING THAT!&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? &lt;br /&gt;Si Chiong! I mix u.&lt;br /&gt;98. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? &lt;br /&gt;Happy, yes. Just not seriously.&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God: &lt;br /&gt;No. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;100. Are you satisfied with everything you have right now? &lt;br /&gt;U-huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. This is about me, and everything. Oh, and thanks to the I:U forums for this survey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-1821788861132243814?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1821788861132243814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-hundred-truths.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1821788861132243814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1821788861132243814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-hundred-truths.html' title='One-hundred-truths.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6167533823567166171</id><published>2009-08-04T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:41:23.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw with Me.</title><content type='html'>I know this animation is really old, but you see, I saw it just yesterday. Weird. I'm a sucker for blood and gore... this one got it censored though. It's really heart-warming. I converted it to a THM file, then dLed it on my PSP, and showed it to some of my classmates. They didn't get it, LOL after a few times, they did! And I had to explain it again and again. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing the usual way (4shared/hosting), but it doesn't seem to work on mp4s. SO uhh... DIRECT EMBEDDING! From Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRkgH7Uu-hA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRkgH7Uu-hA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Isn't that just sweet? questions frequently asked: WTH happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is a right-y, while the boy is left-y. Gets? The boy can't draw anymore because of the shards, soooo the girl went straight to cut her left arm. It's a bit suicidal. Haha~ The almost-everyone-reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can the boy use that arm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6167533823567166171?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6167533823567166171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/draw-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6167533823567166171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6167533823567166171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/08/draw-with-me.html' title='Draw with Me.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4230597427227505176</id><published>2009-07-30T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:57:21.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend ILL-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm getting all friendly in our school. It's like, I smile at everyone I see (lower years only, and only to those who seem nice enough). Haiaiaiaiai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I gave my link to two of my classmates, since they seem to understand me better than anyone else (as Ronalyn cant, 'cause she's church-y and stays with the BEAMER). Well, I promised the both of them that I shall put them in here one day... I mean today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SnFjaYmBL5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/oan9aS_6-bM/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364177936104632210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SnFjaYmBL5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/oan9aS_6-bM/s320/DSC00251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rochelle and Loiryn, respectively. Fifth floor of the Old Building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I get to hang among them often. Maybe because their brains fly like me. Fly into countries, I mean. Loieryn is a Korean-er... something. She likes talking about boy-bands and such. Maybeee, she can connect with Louise more? But Louise is more on Japanese. Haha... I'm talking nonsense again. Yeah, so they're both from Section 2 last year so I'm still adjusting to them. 2 months na 'day. While Rochelle here is a fanfic author too. She's writing in KHR, Prince of Tennis and other things. She's mooore.... Obsessive than me. She's good in drawing too! And I was asking her if she could teach me... but... XD Ok, ok. Whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So there. Oh yeah. I also met &lt;em&gt;Tsunayoshi Lara Sawada&lt;/em&gt; in my school, while I'm lining at the school cafeteria. I only met her in friendster/Y!M. Initially, I don't know her. I was like;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Hi~(the usual approach) Section nio po?" That big cheezy smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Jacinto." Those big eyes caused by epiphany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Oh, so you know Tsuna...yoshi... lara..?" That english language (because we just came from English)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Opo, opo. Ako po 'yun." Those larger eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Kewl~  I'm Maureen Jade! So you know... uhh... Ciaossu(someone from my Y!M too)?" Yep, that english thing again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Opo. Kuya ko po." My eyes squinted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Ku...ya?" The usual WTH face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"(nods)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"So... Ciaossu is a guy?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That ends there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So many.... anime-eatarrr! Falling~ Dies. I'm burdened too with a whole 1st year section who only recognize me as the girl who spins a ballpen between her two fingers. So many friends ne? My network is getting bigger. I could candidate for something and win it hands down. Kidding! Kidding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4230597427227505176?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4230597427227505176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend-ill-ness.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4230597427227505176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4230597427227505176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend-ill-ness.html' title='Friend ILL-ness'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SnFjaYmBL5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/oan9aS_6-bM/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-7317408169677609350</id><published>2009-07-28T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:41:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with it.</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha~ Nothing much to do today (except to loom about the Portfolio in Values XD). Talk about mood changes; the last time? I was talking about sh--, and now is a carefree day. The SONA is over, and we're yet to talk about that in A. P. 'ya know, there's this another fact about me: I'm pro-gloria, and I'm pro-chacha. Why? Because parliament... err... something... is great. Not that I would compare it to Japan (skush-skush-skush &gt;D), but parliament means cutting the government by half. Was that sensible? There's less corrupt people, less to pay. Ahahahaiii... before I get any worse in matters like this, I'll stop now. No, seriously, I'm a politician in school, and always gets into talks or debates (not that I'm a war-freak... but yes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let ME tell you of what had happened to my goddamn hair. Before: It's natural and black; just trimmed, no dyes, nothing. I'm a pro-natural. GO pro! (until...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: My hair is now brown. Ah yeah, it's freakin' red at its tips. I just got it re-bonded last Sunday. I wasn't planning to make it brown but I think, the &lt;em&gt;gamot &lt;/em&gt;used did have an effect on it. I really won't care about what my appearance is, but would I pass the chance when I'm offered? XD Adik. I can't show you a picture of it 'cause that would make me a total narcissist... so maybe you can just imagine it? Haha. It's soft and verrrry &lt;em&gt;bagsak. &lt;/em&gt;Oh, and very shiny too! It's short (shoulder-length), and it get's longer as it reaches my back (it went mid-back). Nothing special about it, but I'm happy... because I look like some kind of a &lt;em&gt;Tekken&lt;/em&gt; character. When I kick (the middle one, where your body is linear to one of your legs, horizontally), my hair just flies. :) Really, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I dye my hair gray or white, I'd look like &lt;strong&gt;Kadaj of Final Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;, d'ya know that brother of Sephiroth who addictedly wants "to become one with mother"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sm7R8j1ekCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sOS5RY5kHYU/s1600-h/Kadaj_Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363455044586737698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sm7R8j1ekCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sOS5RY5kHYU/s200/Kadaj_Portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But I'm not the emo-ish thing. Ahaha. It's kewl, and you can see every strand of it. Whoah. Straight. Okay, so... that's all for now. Gotta prepare for the NCAE this coming friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I ALMOST forgot. Here's an old song to go with the emo-prince portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/121215452/f4cafda6" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-7317408169677609350?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7317408169677609350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-with-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7317408169677609350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7317408169677609350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-with-it.html' title='Down with it.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sm7R8j1ekCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sOS5RY5kHYU/s72-c/Kadaj_Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-3904060429973481982</id><published>2009-07-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:17:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SmbY4KbLJAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ziKHoglstWA/s1600-h/After+all....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361210865813758978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SmbY4KbLJAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ziKHoglstWA/s200/After+all....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's happening to the world now? I can just forget what the world was like before. Ahhh. A new dimension?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title sucks... much like this day. Tsk. I'm not in the mood to type any blogpost now but the negativity of this day just made me so. Shit. Want me to say it again? Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nutrition month is coming: I have nothing to with that whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Integrity and Einstein just had this big argument. Haiii. I don't really care about that, Go have your war, I'm not a part of it. You people worries(gr?) about something not worth worrying; shut it, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Integrity: Would you really want to remake our mistake of fighting with the seniors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;@Einstein: Keep your ass off me. I'm not protecting those juniors... nor do I have any intention of making anything major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Yeah, yeah. Go talk to yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't pass my portfolio in Values... Well, it's not like I have the slightest intention to do so. Values sucks. It's all about religion and all; damn it. If I'm givena chance to cut that class, I'd be willing, but shit, our teacher just HAD to be one of the Guidance counselors. Religion isn't my thing so don't push me into it. RESPECT, guys. There's an atheist here, too bad that it's one of your classmates, so don't f around like chickens. I have no God, okay? I'm different, not to say I'm emo or anything but: It's me. The weird one who doesn't fit in this class of priests and nuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a site that pretty much sums up everything about atheism. Don't go in it, if you're just to bla about your thoughts against the site. If you feel offended, it's not my fault. Tempted enough? Sucks. &lt;a href="http://atheistempire.com/"&gt;http://atheistempire.com/&lt;/a&gt; That. If you're willing to risk you belief, then you're most likely welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahaha~ What's this? Teachers are against Atheist? Shut it, grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already said that I'm an atheist, right? I'm an ATHEIST. There is no god. I'm actually thinking about the de-baptizing thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. Foo-ey. People have different beliefs. Shout yours, I like typing mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-3904060429973481982?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3904060429973481982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3904060429973481982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3904060429973481982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SmbY4KbLJAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ziKHoglstWA/s72-c/After+all....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-932214695211243814</id><published>2009-07-05T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:20:18.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy.Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SlCoh8PH8oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eoqH4um2VH0/s1600-h/Rukaeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354965258002231938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SlCoh8PH8oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eoqH4um2VH0/s320/Rukaeh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nooo. That site doesn't exist! You're a major fool if you had opened a new tab just to visit it. These... what do I do if I'm not busy? Surf, blog, eat, read, watch, sleep, and... eat. I eat almost all the time! You don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy ever since school started... which doesn't make any sense... at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I go online, the BUZZ!-ers just come up. WHY DO THEY EXIST? GAWD, TAKE THEM ALL NOW! And I have to say: "Yeah?", "t's up?" or "Hmmm?" I'm itching to say: "WTF is wrong with you?! Don't you know what the busy sign means?" See? I have to be THAT sweet until I find the right time to go invi on them. So why do I even go online? Because of my relatives. Yeah, because of them and my parent's "talk". My dad's Y!M must be covered with dust now. But of course, THAT can't be the ONLY reason. What if I need help on my assignments? What if my teachers want to talk with me and need help on their workload?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make good use of that busy/kiss sign (whichever, but I prefer the former), but these pretty fucktards just ignore it. Busy sign actually means, "Hey, I'm busy. If it's downright important, then PM me already, you wimp." and not the: "Hey dude (dood!), don't bother me 'coz I'm busy." If you're THAT busy, shouldn't you just have yourself invi (so you can talk only to the people who you want to talk to) or maybe better; go offline. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaa~ I feel quite light when I sign off, but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLPHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I fear looking at my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) When its battery's dead for almost 3 days, and then my mom/dad gets it charged.&lt;br /&gt;2.) When I'm in Math class (no, Sir Tagura lets us use calcu-s in Science), and your phone just vibrates continuously in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;3.) When I sleep, and wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's getting a whole lot of damage then my brain. Poor phone. Poor inbox. It's always full. I have to abuse the delete button, and when the battery dies again, I'd faint. I always have to read the messages of people I don't even know. And I have to ask them who they are (when I get the load, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Maricel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C bub0n pu 2. C3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hI~ TxT2 n~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is very lucky. He only gets messages from SMART, 808(courtesy of me &gt;D), and some other people. What would happen to me if that DELETE button doesn't exist?! So maybe, busy-ness is just a part of our lives; we have to bear with it. I'm here to present another song from Avril called 'Runaway'. Listen, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/116075518/f811d64d" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so bottomline: Let your fingers breathe! XD (Tipirin nio lang ung oxygen, madami gumagamit nun!) Nyaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link,&lt;/strong&gt; get that f-ing comment box removed! Actually, that was all an act. ^_^ Gomen ne. I had to do that. Yeah, 'piss everyone (busy) off', so you can't bug me while I'm doing my pre-proj. LOL. You? Mary Sue? You consider yourself as one? Funny. Eh? You still visit this dumpster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. F. Where's my cellphone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-932214695211243814?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/932214695211243814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/busycom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/932214695211243814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/932214695211243814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/07/busycom.html' title='Busy.Com'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SlCoh8PH8oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eoqH4um2VH0/s72-c/Rukaeh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-3786288763536071094</id><published>2009-06-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:40:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Sue.</title><content type='html'>Mary Sue. Uhuh. I was typing about stereotypes when I decided to just type about a specific one: Mary Sue. I've read all of te I:U's reply on the thread; the rants were great but I want my own rant, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what you've said; "Mary Sues are too perfect to be realistic, thus, too perfect to actually be appreciated(&gt;&gt;Twilight characters)." They are &lt;strong&gt;TOO perfect&lt;/strong&gt;, and maybe Stephanie Mayer saw that and gave her character(Bella)&lt;strong&gt; exactly one&lt;/strong&gt; flaw. Why I'm so ticked off right now, is because I realized I got one on my friend's list... Or maybe not on my friend's list 'cause I'm starting to &lt;strong&gt;hate her now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like a &lt;strong&gt;chughar-quowted&lt;/strong&gt; barbie doll! Damn her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto's twin sister and container of the 6 tailed weasel. Sora is great at taijutsu, genjutsu, and ninjutsu, but prefers ninjutsu. Sora already knows summoning jutsu and the rasengan because of Jiraiya. She is also is great medical ninja and can control her demon. Sora becomes a Jonin at age 15, while she became a Chunin the same time Shikamaru, Haru, Kenta, Namine, Tsubaki, and Kano did. Sora slowly starts to fall in love with Sai. By the way, she has one green eye and one blue eye along with blonde hair with red highlights because her father had blonde hair blue eyes and her mother had red hair and green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep in mind that a Mary Sue is what the author wishes she was. F. An extension...? My God, I encounter this almost everyday in fanfiction.net. They were all like: "Hey, look at my character, isn't he cool? He got like, a rainbow-patterned hair that goes disco when he's mad. And he got an awesome-looking, color-changing, power-emitting eyes! Isn't he just the prince?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL! My eyes would go wrinkly, if not burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mary Sue is, in general, without realistic flaws. Not being able to play the banjo isn’t a flaw (unless your Star Wars fanfic somehow involves a space banjo duel); being honest-to-goodness shy (that is, not being coy, which is faking shyness) can be a flaw; brooding over your Dark!Traumatic!Past is an annoyance, not a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Why do they even exist anyway? The sad thing is that the author has such little self-esteem that she created this Mary Sue so that she can fantasize about Mary making out with Sasuke, as opposed to her unattractive, boring and mentally unstable self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Mary Sue is supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;unbelievably sweet and innocent&lt;/strong&gt;, but super sexy, and her only flaw involves &lt;strong&gt;woving puppies a widdle too much&lt;/strong&gt;. Or being the author's favorite character with their "god" bending the world around them. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh. Some of these are from encyclopedia&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(XD)&lt;/em&gt;ramatica, since they make really cool articles(in which, of course, they make fun out of just about everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Sue is the most hated thing in the world, I TELL YOU! Next to the author itself, maybe. If you find one knocking on your door, call the exterminator immediately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-3786288763536071094?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3786288763536071094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/06/mary-sue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3786288763536071094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3786288763536071094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/06/mary-sue.html' title='Mary Sue.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-9142825836241991780</id><published>2009-06-12T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:12:17.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLMAO.</title><content type='html'>LOL. Yeah, I can't think of a better title so... there. I got a draft sleeping in this account (yeah got multiple accounts, with multiple blogs too!) and I'm yet to post it. Baa~ I hate it when I pro--- what's that word again? Hey Link, thanks for the Quiz! At least I got our sched forgotten! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to share you a site... where slogans are best made! It's from Sloganizer.net. See what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Sloganizer - the slogan generator" href="http://www.sloganizer.net/en/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="This slogan was generated by sloganizer.net" border="0" alt="generated by sloganizer.net" src="http://www.sloganizer.net/en/style2,Eschirott.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link is a milkshake? LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sloganizer - the slogan generator" href="http://www.sloganizer.net/en/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="This slogan was generated by sloganizer.net" border="0" alt="generated by sloganizer.net" src="http://www.sloganizer.net/en/style4,Maureen.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaa~ Yeah, yeah, GO WITH ME! And let's build a fountain of demons there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sloganizer - the slogan generator" href="http://www.sloganizer.net/en/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="This slogan was generated by sloganizer.net" border="0" alt="generated by sloganizer.net" src="http://www.sloganizer.net/en/style5,Manga.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL-ish. Waa~ I still have a grouping with my classmates today aaaand.... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Sorry, forgot to tell you that the slogans are changing every 30 seconds soo... Hey, and I found this words too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with fire, playwith Maureen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLwut?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-9142825836241991780?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/9142825836241991780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/06/roflmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/9142825836241991780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/9142825836241991780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/06/roflmao.html' title='ROFLMAO.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-8620863045000361519</id><published>2009-05-31T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:03:43.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-tards.</title><content type='html'>I've been saying &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; word since last week. That is when we drove to Tarlac. It's a loooong week. We're almost always going here and there; SM Clark, SM Pampanga, Tarlac City, and soooo much more. I'm beat. We bought some school stuffs and watched a movie one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I haven't told you 'bout our baby rabbit(about 5 weeks); his name is Cotton. We brought him over to Tarlac in hopes that we can take care of him better, but... he died... of heatstroke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKLWrGmz1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BtrhbmWZ11U/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 377px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341985329658646354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKLWrGmz1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BtrhbmWZ11U/s400/DSC00144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKJuANDgrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZKnbQbGQZXg/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341983531436573362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKJuANDgrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZKnbQbGQZXg/s400/DSC00146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKJuANDgrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZKnbQbGQZXg/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huhuhuhuhu~ He's so adowabuu. See? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He died on my lap, and I was trying to save him... Uhuhuhuhu~ I can't upload a picture with his eyes facing toward me; 'coz our house is very untidy :)). In memory of Cotton Buds(yeah, we named him that way XP). We buried him right at the backyard of my aunt's house, along the row of the big-assed dogs of my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most memorable thing in that week was this, but... the second one? It should be this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKNwGfH2BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Qecup_yr3-M/s1600-h/DSC02726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341987965529217042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKNwGfH2BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Qecup_yr3-M/s400/DSC02726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Morning, haven't washed my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We, all of the Paglingayen clan, checked in at La Maja Rica Hotel for 3 days. Maa~ So boring there; nothing to do but to swim, OOOOR watch TV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then it's the wedding day for my cousin. WTH? I'm a bridesmaid. HIGH HEELS. O_O COCKTAIL DRESS. O_O It was BLOODY, I TELL YOU! BLOODY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...Somehow, I don't like putting another picture. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;School is... a retard live-action. (WT---) Gaah~ Got this rushed. Sorry, sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-8620863045000361519?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8620863045000361519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-tards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8620863045000361519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8620863045000361519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-tards.html' title='F-tards.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SiKLWrGmz1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BtrhbmWZ11U/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4995419979626983469</id><published>2009-05-21T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>I'd like this song to be on my funeral.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://dc148.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="420" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc148.4shared.com/img/106785557/5f3da92f/dlink__2Fdownload_2F106785557_2F5f3da92f_3Ftsid_3D20090521-042143-8958b5b4/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/106785557/5f3da92f/PS3_Song_With_Lyrics_The_Original_Video_.html&amp;amp;plugins=revolt-1&amp;amp;logo=http://dc148.4shared.com/images/logo.png&amp;amp;image=http://dc148.4shared.com/images/icons/misc/mp3_200x180.jpg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My life would suck without hearing this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1,&lt;br /&gt;You make your console cost the most.&lt;br /&gt;You beat your chest and proudly boast, despite no good exclusive games.&lt;br /&gt;You make a bunch of ridiculous claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ignore our need to play online — don't make it fun like Xbox Live.&lt;br /&gt;Use Blue Ray, which I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're getting your ass kicked by the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*}&lt;br /&gt;Sony you went wrong with your PS3.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep playing my 360.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this song has helped, you understand.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, how you killed your brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil Harrison, yeah, you know best;&lt;br /&gt;except you didn't beta test.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I can surf the net,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't find my gaming friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said Halo 3, "Don't worry, you!"&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you offer Killzone 2,&lt;br /&gt;but Killzone 1 sucked before...&lt;br /&gt;So what made you think we wanted more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat [*} x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi-chi-chi-chi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4995419979626983469?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4995419979626983469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-like-this-song-to-be-on-my-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4995419979626983469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4995419979626983469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-like-this-song-to-be-on-my-funeral.html' title='I&apos;d like this song to be on my funeral.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6085559357903760814</id><published>2009-05-19T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>I did what you did, Link.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MjczMzk4NjUyNyZwdD*xMjQyNzM*MDQzODE3JnA9MTA5MTkxJmQ9QUlEJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1lZDIyYzZhOTAzYWM*MjhhODQwZWRmNDY*YjlkNmM*MSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="The Dumb Test" href="http://www.am-i-dumb.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="The Dumb Test" height="100" src="http://www.am-i-dumb.com/images/stamps/45.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the test too, you guys~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test of the IQ thing and I got 135. I hate that, it's not accurate. So, I didn't take the badge for it. &gt;_&lt; &lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI3MzQ2OTcxODYmcHQ9MTI*MjczNDc5NTY*NSZwPTEwOTE5MSZkPVJNTCZnPTEmdD*mbz1lZDIyYzZhOTAzYWM*MjhhODQwZWRmNDY*YjlkNmM*MSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 35px; BACKGROUND: url(http://www.ratemylife.net/images/badgeG.gif) no-repeat; WIDTH: 330px; COLOR: #fff; FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: left; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.ratemylife.net/"&gt;&lt;strong style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; PADDING-TOP: 75px"&gt;&lt;img id="mainSmiley" title="Rate My Life" height="80" src="http://www.ratemylife.net/images/smileys/smiley23.gif" width="80" border="0" /&gt;    72.2/100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;Rate My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know, I already took the humanforsale one. Pfft. These tests are insane! Ysa-chan(Nikkie/Nicole) is taking it right now. Link got sooo hyped about it. Baaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6085559357903760814?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6085559357903760814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-dumbcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6085559357903760814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6085559357903760814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-dumbcom.html' title='I did what you did, Link.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-1725313601511482447</id><published>2009-05-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>I'm learning.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard that right. I'm actually learning in the middle of vacation. Haha~! It's boring doing nothing. Of course. Saa, I tried myself at photoshop but I seem to have failed drawing anything. =_= Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I found a picture on the net and tried coloring it. It's my first shot, so please be kind in viewing them. I colored Ruka first and it turned out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgJ91xTDd2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e10_TC0nA8c/s1600-h/Look!+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332963271479883618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgJ91xTDd2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e10_TC0nA8c/s320/Look!+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed at him because his hair is blond. I don't know how to NOT color the fine lines. And I colored Natsume too. I got fond with the burn tool so I added a little shadow. I colored him nicely~! Yay~! I'm still learning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgJ91sk6VkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8nAjiZcHNPQ/s1600-h/Look.!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332963270212605506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgJ91sk6VkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8nAjiZcHNPQ/s320/Look.!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give them some watermarks but I told myself: What right do I have to own these pictures? Maybe, I could share it with everybody then~! Haha. I'm doing something irksome again. I'm still a noob, I think nobody will claim it. Haha. Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[EDITED JUST AN HOUR LATER]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. *cheeky grin* I thought I could color Mikan too. Haha~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgKnKkRqYyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ILMdcYN5CvQ/s1600-h/29%5B0%5D+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333008708738376482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgKnKkRqYyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ILMdcYN5CvQ/s400/29%5B0%5D+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgKnYUzM1fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fTM6SkFHeRY/s1600-h/29%5B1%5D+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333008945102247410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgKnYUzM1fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fTM6SkFHeRY/s400/29%5B1%5D+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could give you a copy of them, and then you could color them yourself. Just please don't take them~! I love my ability to be sneaky. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-1725313601511482447?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1725313601511482447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1725313601511482447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1725313601511482447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-learning.html' title='I&apos;m learning.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SgJ91xTDd2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/e10_TC0nA8c/s72-c/Look!+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-2470193838732881173</id><published>2009-05-02T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>I am worth that little?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTMzMzc*NTc1NSZwdD*xMjQxMzMzOTc3NTY4JnA9MTA5MTkxJmQ9SEZTJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1ODUxYjc4OTJmMGE*OGQwYTI*Zjk1ZWRlNzc3NGQyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="How much am I worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="How much are you worth?" height="150" src="http://www.humanforsale.com/images/stamps2/2501.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-2470193838732881173?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2470193838732881173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/humanforsalecom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2470193838732881173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2470193838732881173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/05/humanforsalecom.html' title='I am worth that little?'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-8105591698911214482</id><published>2009-04-29T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Impish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The camera got nothing to do with anything I'll say. I found love at first sight though. "♥."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sfk5zFNw_lI/AAAAAAAAADk/jMGP18XF3SI/s1600-h/Campish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330355183705718354" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sfk5zFNw_lI/AAAAAAAAADk/jMGP18XF3SI/s320/Campish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sexy camera~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last post, as you can see, was cut. I have to get to bed, as mama would scream at me again. So sorry for that. I'll edit it some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's raining, and everything's boring. Da~. I'm here to show you two pics found at my desktop. LOL. It's not interesting, but yeah... ^_^ Taken waay back, and also through a cellphone. Nya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330358230839173314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sfk8kcq_oMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k3m4xzCzjvM/s320/Photo-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my sister! Her name? Marjuri Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330358224997140338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sfk8kG6JR3I/AAAAAAAAADs/93jPbW8E1bk/s320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's much prettier(as if I'm pretty. XD) than me, though I think her forehead is a little too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have anything much to say about her so... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May is starting. Labor Day? I don't really care about holidays, but this May; it's totally going to be different... By the end of this month, there'll be a wedding. The sad part is, I'm going to wear a gown. Wearing dress doesn't suit my taste. I'll totally look like some gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got a camera last Monday. And if I'm lucky, I'll get a PC notebook too. Nya~ And Kipling bag! The power of wishing! Yes! Success! My tablet didn't came. Boohoo. If they don't buy me one, I'll put the scanner back. I wanna draw! Suck-ish is this day. Nothing to talk about but my Vanilla Haven/Corner at Starbucks. Kya~!!one!!!111!!!eleven!1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now my best friend and my sis are in the kitchen; they're making Fried Po-ta-to. I'm into TV these days too(no, I don't watch the news; weather forecasts are cool though ♥). I stay late at night just to watch Lost Tapes every Tuesday. Bleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand. I'll delete my recital. I sound geek. Nya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-8105591698911214482?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8105591698911214482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/impish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8105591698911214482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8105591698911214482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/impish.html' title='Impish.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/Sfk5zFNw_lI/AAAAAAAAADk/jMGP18XF3SI/s72-c/Campish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5144181028641306115</id><published>2009-04-16T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Why-oh-why?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why-oh-why?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I starting all over again?! After a warning or two... Okay, I got six warnings so shut up... I decided to get back on making reviews. And I pretty much reviewed none today, because of many many other things. Like? Like watching some pretty cool cosplay skits on the net, uhm... Arguing with my new friend, Apryl about Mary Sues. Huhu. I did gave a review on one fic, and did another for Apryl in a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; different fandom: Prince of Tennis. I had a conversation with colleen-chan too; she said that everyone in the forum is a PoT fan, so I was sad(because I am NOT a fan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought; "This is not working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to read again. Fics are decreasing. Sad. The manga is getting really good, so I hope for Season 2 to come out already(impossible).I am a girl, so that means that I am biased. See? I was looking for NatsuRuka fics, 'cause they're far more interesting than NatsuMikan. And so, here I am; about to say the love in Natsume-and-Ruka's friendship. I kind of noticed that in every manga/anime, the protagonist/s has/have a bestfriend right beside them. It's pretty rare not to see one without it. One is Misa? I think? But isn't she with Rem? Lawl. Nap sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really liked &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4930178/1/Bird"&gt;this fic&lt;/a&gt; because it shows us, the readers, what's happening in this friendship. It portrays how Ruka is the balance on the other end for Natsume. Ne, I have to go now. I'll re-do this some other time. Gotta sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-5144181028641306115?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5144181028641306115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5144181028641306115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5144181028641306115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-oh-why.html' title='Why-oh-why?!'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5800374847112134739</id><published>2009-04-07T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Foi bom encontrar voce.</title><content type='html'>Finally finished~! Hazz... I was on a watching a Jdorama just last week, titled: &lt;strong&gt;Dandori Dance Drill.&lt;/strong&gt; It was amazing. Made me cry at certain scenes(especially when it involves Massu). [Lawl.] Hais. I even went into a trouble of buying a copy, and then failed. Watch in on Youtube! Or buy a DVD yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Sunday, we went to a beach. As in Be-atch, in Zambales. Luckily, I only got a thin film of sunburn(unlike my family), because I started swimming when the sun wasn't hard on the place. It's awesome~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last April 3... we got our cards. Dun dun dun dun. I'm happy that from the start of classes this year, I am called... an Einstein. Woohoo! A miracle! But I'm sad for the other who dropped to Mendel(I'm sure Mendel is a section for those students who are qualified for Einstein, yet wasn't able to beacause of our population). From now on, things will go serious. Haha. Sounds so uncool(when did I ever thought about that?), ne? I'll make sure that I'm a part of Top 10! Yoshi! No more lazy-assed bum. No more excessive writting of stories. No more computer-surfing. No more playing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT. That doesn't sound good for me. But yes, seriously, I will be a part of Top 10, even though it's impossible for me to completely avoid the above criteria-s. Huhu. Of course, that seriousness is because of the reward: a laptop. OMG! All I have to do is concentrate on my studies, then when I get nto college, I can be back to normal~! Woohoo. Yeah, I know I'm immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But(syempre), it's summer right? This is the &lt;strong&gt;summer time&lt;/strong&gt;(by NewS). So I don't have to worry yet. I'll have to finish my story first and then get over my addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ Yoshi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you must be asking what's &lt;strong&gt;Foi bom encontrar voce. &lt;/strong&gt;means, right? Well, I just got this from the Jdorama mentioned above, where the teacher who is obsessed with Portugese-language quoted: I'm glad I met you. Aha~! I so love this one, and I think getting over it is difficult. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then, Ja~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-5800374847112134739?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5800374847112134739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/foi-bom-encontrar-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5800374847112134739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5800374847112134739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/foi-bom-encontrar-voce.html' title='Foi bom encontrar voce.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-7564186102570672118</id><published>2009-04-01T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Japan, Japan~! V^_^V</title><content type='html'>When I was only in elementary, Japan was a common thing to me. That they were the reason why we have assignments concerning Japan's attempt colonization. That they were nothing but a red dot on a white paper. That they were techie-nerds. But then, when I enetered high school, thoe thoughts faded. Before, I was like, booing on Taiwan, Japan, Korea(Yeah, specially Sandara Park"BOO~!") and China. I call them Tsiks, kadiri no? Kasi intsik na parang hindi. LAWL. Those "chi-kwaila" or "chung chai kam choo", and everything that I can't understand~! At least I can understand a little bit of Spanish, and that Malaysians got english letters for their language. I was frustrated when it comes to the WWs... and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to learn ALL languages. LAWL. Binary languange. Alien language. Cat language, "Meow~!" I want to be a multi-lingual person. Uwahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the topic. I realized that Japan (and the Tsiks) is not all about ninjas and samurais, they're not about chinky eyes, gadget-guys, nor weird language. Haha~ I so love them now. They're just like everybody in the whole world. They're just humans too~! LOL. I thought they were aliens when I first heard their language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am into Hot Shot right now. See? I've changed~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer's boring, so I might buy some DVDs of animes or Jdoramas or maybe a classic one. ^_^ LOL. I can buy a book too. What should I buy then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I want EVERYTHING, not the boring ones though~! O(≧▽≦)O Yeaa. I stole this emoji from Massu's Diary. So cool~! It's like, I want to know everything that I want to be immortal. It's also like my head wants to grab EVERY form of knowledge. Last night, before I went to sleep, there was a word in my head: "Beyond." And then I'll feel dizzy. "Beyond." Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked up with my environment online, that I don't understand what's really happening. LOL. I sound like a weirdo, ne? I am a weirdo. Logic? LOL. You'll never understand. There's a lot going on inside my head, that nobody can keep up with its pace; not even me. I feel dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That's all for this week. Haha~! This "weeeek"~? Nope. This is the summer time~ So into NewS lately, and my head hurts even more, but I'll still try to type more for my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-7564186102570672118?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7564186102570672118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan-japan-vv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7564186102570672118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7564186102570672118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/04/japan-japan-vv.html' title='Japan, Japan~! V^_^V'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-7877339070771428068</id><published>2009-03-28T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>A dark hour for our mother Earth.</title><content type='html'>Wah~ Right now, almost everybody must've turned their lights off. It's for the world. A dark hour for our dying world? It seems like it, but it's for saving power. I, and everyone I know, am supporting this one hour. It just started a few minutes ago, and I'm happy watching the 'Earth Hour 2008' on Youtube. It's like everybody's having a run! Wow~ I'm so into this dark theme. Makes me wonder just how much everyone can save by just turning off the lights for just one hour. Sounds impossibe, but if the rest of the world joins, I just don't know how it's going to turn out. OMG. I just hoped that Meralco(our main electricity supplier) would turn everything off. Like it would just shut down, an hour won't hurt right? But of course, it should be on our own will to turn off the lights, THAT will prove how much we care for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's love all over the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-7877339070771428068?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7877339070771428068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-hour-for-our-mother-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7877339070771428068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7877339070771428068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-hour-for-our-mother-earth.html' title='A dark hour for our mother Earth.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4271627417063600499</id><published>2009-03-24T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Rubbish.</title><content type='html'>I am bored. Entirely. I munched my way through some bits of the Mango Royale I just made last night. Want some? *shrugs* Plurk-ing doesn't seem fun anymore. ^_^ And my Karma points swelled up to 26.92~! Also, I made another story in &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~mauchii"&gt;Fictionpress.com&lt;/a&gt;. SHE says, "Pwede naman 'yun eh. Wag ka lang pahalata. And bakit? Kung gusto mo ba eh~!" After the MotP, I advanced towards multi-chapter. Nakakakaba. First time. Kasi baka mali-mali. Asar talaga ako ngayon kasi wala nang umaandar sa utak ko. Sira 'yung isang gear eh. Pero at least nakapagsulat na ulit ako sa internet. Bah~ hesitant pa nga ako na mag-post. Wah~! Basahin mo naman oh. Wag ka lang ma-bored kasi maganda yung ending, LOL. In a sense na hindi kasi sa akin 'yung ending. Wah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto po oh. &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2650854/1/Wake_Up_From_this_Nightmare"&gt;Wake Up From this Nightmare.&lt;/a&gt; So~? Thank you for reading the first sentence! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4271627417063600499?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4271627417063600499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/rubbish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4271627417063600499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4271627417063600499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5150517283468381717</id><published>2009-03-21T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Smashin'~!</title><content type='html'>We went to the BIDA March just this noon. BIDA - Batang Iwas DrogA March. LOL. It was to be held on 1:00 but we went there about 2:00. It was so hot~! Ang daming naka-red, feeling birthday~? Buti na lang nakawhite ako. Stay muna kami dun sa Chowking pagkababa namin ng Vito Cruz kasi madaming tao and mainit pa ang sikat ng araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Handa na ba kayong makita si Kuya Efren?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Sino 'yun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano daw?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Di namin kilala 'yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magkano 'yung mineral?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered daw ng GMA-7. Ewan ko pero nagstart sa CCP, or Cultural Center of the Philippines, tapos lakad papunta sa Luneta, saan ba? Sa Quirino Grand Stand? Basta lakad kami ng dalawang LRT Stations. Andaming tao. Kapagod. Pero masaya naman kasi may 3 helicopters na nagka-cam sa buong daanan and nagpapalipad sila ng mga confetti here and there. Ano nakalagay? "Vote for presidemt.Sinarado nila ung street para 'di makadaan 'yung mga sasakyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pagdating namin dun, uwi na rin kami. SUKO KAMI. ANG INIT. GRABE. Uwi kami via Jeepney. Traffic. Kapagod talaga. Sige, pahinga muna ako. Huhu, nawala ko 'yung panyo ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-5150517283468381717?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5150517283468381717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/smashin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5150517283468381717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5150517283468381717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/smashin.html' title='Smashin&apos;~!'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5489524487374922844</id><published>2009-03-20T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Murder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/ScRqULTVzuI/AAAAAAAAADc/aY21aGmetBM/s1600-h/star7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315490355067866850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/ScRqULTVzuI/AAAAAAAAADc/aY21aGmetBM/s320/star7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/ScRqUPJJSZI/AAAAAAAAADU/drbJJnYzYeM/s1600-h/yuya-tegoshi-103284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315490356098845074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/ScRqUPJJSZI/AAAAAAAAADU/drbJJnYzYeM/s320/yuya-tegoshi-103284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a killing spree at the moment. Please call me later, or leave a message after the scream. *someone screams in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that. ^_^ Yeah, voicemail. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's post, I'm rather infuenced by Johnny Depp's "Sweeney Todd: The demon Barber of Fleet Street". It took me like, A WHOLE DAY to watch it over and over again! I can never get tired of the movie. It's pretty self-explanatory why I love it. One is; it's Johnny Depp's. The second... let's just say I love blood. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was launched on HBO, I was already in the middle of memorizing the songs~! I like to play; My Friends, By the Sea, Epiphany, Johanna's Reprise, and Pirelli's Miracle Elixir. It's love, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm hooked on NewS, Tegoshi Yuya, and OVERALL JAPAN~!. LOL. Murder them? Love to! Just let me have their heads and hearts, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Now, I was watching a clip from them with the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UMAI~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oishii~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v1106544GrhN3qKY/"&gt;HERE IT IS~!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was in the middle of a giggly fit. LOL. Watching something like this when I am playing "My Friends" on Limewire, is something... odd. Whem I played it for the second time, I noticed in an angle, that Yuya looks a bit like Joross Gamboa. Eh~? When I searched for pictures of Joross, then compare. Wait~ Yeah. They do look the same. Or was it just my eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, the pictures went just above this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hum. That's all for a thought that just came to me this hour. ^_^ Oh and join us on PLURK~!!! Google it so I don't have to link it. ^_^ Anyways, gonna EAT NA~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-5489524487374922844?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5489524487374922844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/murder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5489524487374922844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5489524487374922844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/murder.html' title='Murder.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/ScRqULTVzuI/AAAAAAAAADc/aY21aGmetBM/s72-c/star7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4734806313118942577</id><published>2009-03-19T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Have them.</title><content type='html'>Earlier this day, we just got to prepare ourselves towards our clearance in Filipino, which is, by the way, making a drama skit out of the Kayumaggi(A textbook). Group A. Sa bahay nila Joan. Dala lahat ng props para sa "Drama Fest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah~ It's so much when all of your groupmates just want to do everything on their minds. Imagination is the one and only limitless thing. It turned into a comedy/drama. Gwaha~ I WAS the director of this set, but I think; everyone did the best of what they can. So, ^_^ there's no director whatsoever. I WAS the one who thought of a mix-up, 3 different stories pulled into one, and it was fun when we put our heads together for a fun and addicting "play".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did just great on the stage. We did our "clearance" so there's no more comparing ourselves with the other groups. If there was a sound system at that time, we should've done better, but the CAT wouldn't allow it. No mics. Just lights, camera, ACTION~! After two days of practicing and making the props which is about 15 hours, we knew to ourselves that everyone deserves appreciation. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the "Noli Me Tangere" play last January and what Dona Victorina(ME) did to my face, we triedto do a re-run but failed miserably.^_^ Wah~ We're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kept me bothered now is that we should've HAVE a break next week, but we HAVE to attend the Recognition Day because some of us is a part of it. March 27. Wah~ Kawawa naman 'yung award ko, parang napakabab pa para umattend pa ako. Best in English(for 3rd years), wow. Sana man lang eh nasa honor list pa ako. Kaasar. Well, bakit ba ako mag-eexpect na mapasama sa Top? Eh alam naman ng buong mundo na ako ang pinakatamad na nilalang na gawa ng DIYOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UI~ Naging banal siya. Parang 'di bagay. Wahahahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4734806313118942577?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4734806313118942577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4734806313118942577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4734806313118942577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-them.html' title='Have them.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-1769783709576865659</id><published>2009-03-16T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Everything is a dream.</title><content type='html'>When you woke up this morning, what were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School? Your crush? Pressure? Alarm clock? The events yesterday? The events that can happen tomorrow? What exactly is it? Do specify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something you like or adore? Was it something you want to have so badly? Like wishing it would be in your reach, even though you knew that THAT thing is far far away? Vacation? Paradise? Animated someone? Real-to-life celebrity? A cartoon character(yes, I love still love you Eeyore~)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An event excites you up, then the next day you realized that it CANNOT happen no matter what. It's impossible. Yes, impossible things exist. This is reality. Everything has its limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, once again, drowning in my own dreams. I thought that this WILL happen in the future. I was merely wishing in my real dream. Real dream? Does that thing exist? Nope, they're two un-parallel(eh?) words. Believe. Psh. In what? It'd be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my dream? My wish? My fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to travel every corner, every inch of the world. Meet different people. Make my life limitless. I wish to be a god that oversees the universe. I don't want to die. I want to be immortal. I wish to live my memories again and again. Do you get what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, I want to die soon. Having dreams like that(the paragraph before this) when you know that you're given a soul of no contentment, makes you want to die early and not suffer from these dreams that haunt. Dreams that haunt? Nightmares. Life, for me, is a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your living, drowning in the dreams that exist in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nega-person. If you don't understand the negative side of one thing then you won't understand the whole thing itself. Philosophy, you say. Dream forever. That is, die. Dream night and night. That is, pain and suffering. How to live a beautiful life? Don't dream. Don't believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-1769783709576865659?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1769783709576865659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1769783709576865659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1769783709576865659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-is-dream.html' title='Everything is a dream.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-8280285276612191100</id><published>2009-03-12T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Love knows no boundaries.</title><content type='html'>'Yan ung slogan sa aking favorite na Radio Station: 90.7 Love Radio. Exposure? Ou. Kasi 'ung mga taxi drivers, pwedeng makakuha ng pang-boundary nila, kung mabubunot sila. Of course, kailangan pa din daw magpa-register (free) sa kanilang station. Yes. I so love this Radio Station kasi they're always playing those of my favorite songs. Though wala 'yung kay Avril Lavigne, Taylor Swift, Ashley Tisdale, at madalang lang 'yung kay Beyonce, oks na oks pa rin silang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwahahaha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I forget; I AM SO IN LOVE WITH TEGOMASS. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this isn't about a promotion or anything. Let's see, there's someone crushing on you and you don't know how to bear with it because you DON'T like getting the attention. Listen to this; Di na Mababawi - Spongecola. Nakaka-guilty pero gusto ko pa ring pakinggan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nag-start ito nung J. S. Yep, I never mentioned anything about this in that post. Si MuiMui (LocoRoco character. Yes, I play those little globs) kasi naka-dance ko siya, and well... sabi niya may crush siya sa 'kin. &gt;_&gt; Hmph. Isa pa 'to. Basted siya sa Muse namin: si Sarah(*laughs* Tatlo Sarah sa klase ko).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So text kami nung Saturday, after nung J.S. I won't post the actual text, 'coz indirect-ness will do. Text kami the whole Saturday. 'Dun nia sinabi, if okay lang kung pwede niya me ligawan, late that night. Ayan tuloy. Napaghahalataan na na-adik ako sa Text. Of course, sabi ko; No. Wahaha~ Isip bata pa ako eh. As in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magagalit sa 'kin 'yung mga kaklase ko kasi may love-team partner na ako sa Integrity. And we're like that for 2 years already. Hmph. ASA. V^_^V Peace~! Ayoko ng kaaway. Then, sabi ko rin sa kanya; na baaka 'di na ako makakapagtext sa kanya. Namisinterpret yata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wala ako load tuwing Sunday. Iyak naman siya. Emo-terang bakla (///+). Ou. Bakla tingin ko sa kanya. Kahit dati pa. Well, si MuiMui kasi, is a senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nung Tuesday, lang kami nagka-textan ulit. Here, nag-away kami. Nagso-sorry naman ako sa kanya ng paulit-ulit. Kasi naman. Napaka-drama niya. Nakakainis kaya 'yun. Iyak. Sige. GO~! Bwushit. Oompsh. Asar na asar ako sa kanya. Ngayon, nung last Monday lang; ask ko kung pwede ako mag-sori. Nagpalit na pala siya ng number. Pero nagkabati naman kami nun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuya ko nga siya eh. May bago nanaman kaming tawagan sa text; Bok. As in 'yung famous line ni Jake Cuenca na: "Bok, walang talo-talo." Eh 'di ayun, back to normal naman kami. Pero para bang gusto pa niyang ipagkalandakan sa buong mundo na SUITOR siya. Gah~ Pwede ba? That night. Makulit siya. Sabi niya, hahatid niya daw ako. Mag-aantay daw siya. Sabi ko, 'wag. And paulit-ulit 'yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pakulitan kami. Makulit siya? Mas makulit ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para nga siyang stalker para sa 'kin. Kahit na ba mabait siya? Kahit na. Ayaw ko ng ganun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It happened yesterday, nagkagalit kami. Again. Kasi daw, nag-antay daw siya ng 3 hours. Kasi daw, wala daw akong konsemsiya. Kasi daw, umiwas daw ako. And I told him; "It's not like I didn't warn you." And it's my fault na umiyak siya nung gabing 'yun? Wala naman akong sinabi sa kanya na gawin niya 'yun'di ba? I never asked that. I'm not a slut(O_o). So I was thinking; there's no point reconciling again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pa'no kaya 'to? May kaaway ako na magka-college. Gah~.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To MuiMui: Xori n pu. An drama drama kea. Maa. Plz? 'Wag na pu u mglit, plz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-8280285276612191100?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8280285276612191100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-knows-no-boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8280285276612191100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8280285276612191100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-knows-no-boundaries.html' title='Love knows no boundaries.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-1645134072820119663</id><published>2009-03-06T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Foundation Day.</title><content type='html'>Flawless? No imperfection. No scars. I know someone who’s flawless. He is deemed perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, his wounds refuse to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no scars, and is still enduring the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much retarded. I'm influenced by my emogothicpunk-styled classmates. Ugh. You just want to smack 'em up 'til they bleed, but of course; you can only let your eyes twitch. Guh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a sneak peek of a story I've been itching to write. Hohoho~ An original, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundation Day @ School~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what is it? Not the make-up thingy *laughs*. When you think about foundation day; what appears? Booths? Carnival themes? Fun? No classes? Hell, yeah. Foundation Day is when your school celebrate its day of establishment... right? Well, there are many kinds of foundation day but I'll talk just about the ones in schools. That is, because I'm a teenager... and teenagers spend half of his/her day in school, STUDYING(that includes laughing our hearts out, and squeezing our brain for info-s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time participating in a Foundation Day. And I'd like to thank Ma'am Isabelita Geron...? (Hi-ron) for making this day come back to life. Felipe G. Calderon, you know him? Our school went by his name. Maa. Yesterday we just celebrated its 33rd year of its foundation, with the theme: Service to Nation, Service to Humanity. It went as a formal gathering and slash out those carnival-themed thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how Foundation Days' are celebrated, but I'll still write about what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes, but we have to go to school earlier than normal: 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal, says who? It was a Friday and yet we have to wear our school uniform(not the one for P.E.). Invited students...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - 1 (Stargazer)&lt;br /&gt;I - 2 (Yellowbell)&lt;br /&gt;II - 1 (Bonifacio)&lt;br /&gt;II - 2 (Mabini)&lt;br /&gt;III - 1 (Integrity)&lt;br /&gt;III - 2 (Courage)&lt;br /&gt;IV - 1 (Einstein)&lt;br /&gt;IV - 2 (Mendel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Sir Carlo Lopez. And the teachers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking just about at the school; it's quite big. Because it's a joint one~? Nope. It's just big like that. 4 large buildings, except those from the elementary. I love my school. The day started with a peaceful mass. Peaceful=...? That's part one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two is plant-offering *laughs*. What?! Plant-offering. By then, other representatives from other sections started piling up. Like I said, they offered plants. And the stage is tiled and all, with a big picture of Calderon(flowers here(make me want to think of Hunny-sempai), flowers there). There're also ones from each club. I can just imagine it; our school garden, fresh with anotehr set of plants. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the school's filled with students~! That is, by 9:00."Those who're participating in the field demo; you have 15 minutes to prepare and dress-up." And it's "NO~!". 15 minutes? Hell...? We got up to our advisory room(a joint one) in the Science building, and started dressing up. Imagine this: Black outfit. Black tee. Black leggings or slacks. Rubber shoes. Varied shawls. Varied masks. Silver glitter for hands. What do you see~? Bisaya. Grabe. Bisayang-bisaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter-spammed might be the right term for our school that day. Glitters everywhere from the third years~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field demo. All year levels show off what they're made of. As you can guess it, almost everyone's wearing their own costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st years:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I love them the most~! They're like kindergardeners~! Makes me remember the opening theme of Gakuen Alice. Jiri Jrii to~! They wore white tee shirts, black jogging pants, and etc., like white bandanas, pom-poms, and the swirl strands of white - whatever that is. They went BOOM! BOOM! SHAKE! SHAKE! NOW DROP! LET YO MAMA SAY~! and danced with pure synchronization of their exercise-themed dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd years:&lt;/strong&gt; Mmm. They wore all-black too. Tapos may kurtina sa katawan. Alam niyo 'yung parang sa mga labandera? Ganun~! Then they have that Gold-foiled XD fans. Tapos sayaw naman sila ng pangkatutubo... ung sa mga taga-Mindanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd years: &lt;/strong&gt;Then, xempre kami na~! Matte~, I don't have to repeat our outfit again right? We did a mascara dance! Wala namang may alam kung sino si sino or sino si ano, kaya hataw na lang kami lahat. Mascara dance with the beat of: TARAT-TAT-TARAT-TA~! HEY~! We did the spanish and sinulog crossover. *laughs* Hideous. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th years: &lt;/strong&gt;Ah. Eto. Mga naka-formal. Naka tux and cocktail~! Aba~ Hindi ata sila nakamove-on sa J.S. ~! Hindi ko alam kung ano 'yung sinasayaw nila, but I think it's about Ballroom-dancing. Anu 'to nagre-ready na sa pagtanda~? Ay~ Mga lolo at lola, dahan-dahan lang sa pagballroom huh(Buti pa kung nag belly-dancing na lag kayo noh~!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're sent home. Yes. Sent home. Dili pede manuud ng basketbul 'day. Dili lin pede manuud ng parti nung mga titsers. Dili lin pede maki-karaoke sa kanila. Ang taray! May karaoke pa sila~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... ^_^ That's how it went. Problem na nila kung paano lilinisin 'yung buong school mula sa mga glitters namin. Aba~ Naghasik daw ba ng lagim towards janitors~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha. The love. Sana mayroon din next year~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-1645134072820119663?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1645134072820119663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/foundation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1645134072820119663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1645134072820119663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/03/foundation-day.html' title='Foundation Day.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-9044875822308294616</id><published>2009-02-13T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:30:59.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>J. S. Promenade School year 2008 - 2009</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaiiiii~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all of you! Hope this day will fill you with love and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So last night was a total blast. We're all in gowns and we shook the whole school. We're all very happy 'cause there's not a single outsider! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program went on... Yeah. The coutyl-ekla and the Kings and Queens na 'di ko malaman bakit nagmukha silang cake(Charlene! Mas magana ka pa sa Prom queen, I swear). So ayun, e'di lahat nagsayawan sa sweet melody, 'yung pang ball(pero tawa ng iba 'solemn' daw). Then biglang may...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten... ten... ten... ten-tenthen. Nagpa-uso nanaman ako... In the Air 'yun ung kay FloRida. E'di party to the max. Masaya kasi andaming sasayawin. Merong Low, Igiling-giling(LOL), chiquita, etc., tapos constantly changing to sweet... galing nung mobile. Kaso kasi puro interruptions, anu to? Stop dance? Ayun puro sayawan ng mga naka- formal wear. HAHA XP. Mahirap un no? Tapos aakyat sa stage ng nakapila. Tren-tren poot-poot daw eh. Masaya na nagkakasundo 'yun mga Juniors and Seniors.. Tapos pati ung mga teachers todo sa hataw. Grabe sayawan ng sayawan. OA ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karamihan naka-kulot(count me in). Eto nga o. Ang tigas ng hair ko dahil sa spraynet. 'Di kasi kinaya ng curler tapos kelangan magmadali. 'Yung pinaka-natatandaan ko kagabi, eh 'yung na-stop ung music, may teacher;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IV - Copernicus, please come to the Guidance Office right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulat nga lahat eh. Pero, I think it's just a joke from their adviser. Then, parang in a matter of seconds, ung buong population sumisigaw ng;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walang aayaw! Think Positive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat talaga. As in. Ang kulit nga eh, kasi pag tumayo ka sa stage, makikita mo halos lahat tumatalon. Anu kaya un? Mga nak formal tapos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ung J.S. na un, eh madaming restrictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seniors will wear blue, and Juniors will wear pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pero binalewala kasi may naka gold, green, and colorful pa na parang lambat(Ui, naka pomelo pink ako ah). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Walang mag dadala ng bag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dami kayang naka wrist bag. Tapos ang dami dami pang seremonya mula sa iba't-ibang lupalop ng universe, 'di naman sinusunod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung mag-gabi na, may falling star. Woah. Friday the 13th and may falling star. Nakakatuwa na para bang photo-shoot 'yung pinuntahan namin, kasi ang daming camera, puro pics pa. Siguro sa Monday ko pa lahat makukuha un. Post ko na lang some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un lang naman siguro. Haha. Edit ko na lang kung may kulang pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-9044875822308294616?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/9044875822308294616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/j-s-promenade-school-year-2008-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/9044875822308294616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/9044875822308294616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/j-s-promenade-school-year-2008-2009.html' title='J. S. Promenade School year 2008 - 2009'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-2077760797878428586</id><published>2009-02-10T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:30:03.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Misplaced.</title><content type='html'>XP. Yeah. I know that the title is crappy, but I'll tell you later on why. Meh. I decided another recording, this time, however, will be my real uber high-pitched voice (I'm having trouble with it). I think I should've named this entry as 'EMBED' but... you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the recording I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DELETED.] XD. I'M A BADASS MYSLEF, NE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Yea. I recorded this just after school... It’s fun today actually, but I won’t say anything about other stuffs in this recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yep. I’m reading a script right now. I know. I know. I’m such a n00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Enough with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, today we had our grading recitation in English... about... Invictus, you know, the short poem? So we did, today. At first Ma’am Apolonio asked Ronalyn, my seatmate, about what number she likes? She says a number and chose “Lalake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... the recitation begins. Invictus yeah. Then the one who recited will pick out another number, making that girl/boy recite in front of the class(we have to memorize it for 1 week). And the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whad’ya expect, of course I’m called. G-24, alphabetically speaking. Haha. Jade is not my surname, but it is my name. My recitation in front goes on like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Invictus by William Ernest Henley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate;&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, it's not exactly like that, but it'll do... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only around 20 of us were called, and then Ma’am decided to end her class with us, of course, only after she says the results. She says, “I am quite impressed with you today, unlike those of the lower section I’m handling.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We clapped. Hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY! Two of us got the highest grade of 98. That’s me and Carmela Dionisio, and she explained why. Sabi kasi niya ‘yung kay Carmela daw, matibay ‘yung conviction (I don’t really know what that is), and mine’s because of my unique delivery. The lowest got 88, but I don’t think it’s really low... ‘cause 75 IS low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So ‘yun nga. Natuwa ako, sinong hindi? Malamang. Siguro ung ibang nangyari this past week... I’ll just post it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is “Portrait of Happiness – Chobits”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...(O.0) Yes. I am not satisfied whatsoever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Misplaced' because I've been feeling rather misplaced nowadays... in every place. Mostly in school, 'cause what I know is far different from what my classmates know. Tapos, palagi nila binabanggit 'yung sinabi ko na "Think logically.", kahit na asar na asar na ako sa kanila. Misplaced kasi siguro, iba ako mag-isip. Siguro kasi, iba 'yung view ko sa buhay. Haha. Senti. Ewan ko ba. Magkakaklase nga kami, pero parang ang layo layo ng mundo ko sa kanila. Differently. Just. Parang napakalaki ng agwat between me and them. I feel rather misplaced in our section. Like, I'm the one who's always uber nega. Pero 'di ba, 'di ko naman kayang baguhin 'yung personality ko just for the sake of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oo nga pala, ung 'EMBED' Haha. Sige Embed ko lang 'yung Contagious and Red Moon dun sa mga dati knong posts. So ngayon, makinig na lang kayo sa mga instrumentals na i-eembed ko rin. Maganda, malamang. Masarap pakinggan. 'No lasa? Matamis. Joke!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here it is. Just please don't download this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dc111.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="470" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc111.4shared.com/img/86946437/a46b6a92/dlink__2Fdownload_2F86946437_2Fa46b6a92_2FChobits_5F-_5FPortrait_5Fof_5FTenderness.mp3_3Ftsid_3D20090210-043703-9d28f31f/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/86946437/a46b6a92/Chobits_-_Portrait_of_Tenderness.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's "Portrait of Happiness - Chobits".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dc111.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="470" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc111.4shared.com/img/86946704/1409d6b2/dlink__2Fdownload_2F86946704_2F1409d6b2_2FLegend_5FOf_5FZelda_5F-_5FViolin_5FMedley.mp3_3Ftsid_3D20090210-044018-d550941b/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/86946704/1409d6b2/Legend_Of_Zelda_-_Violin_Medley.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's "Violin Medley - Legends of Zelda". MUST LISTEN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dc107.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="470" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc107.4shared.com/img/86947215/c46272eb/dlink__2Fdownload_2F86947215_2Fc46272eb_2FSayonara_5FZetsubou_5FSensei_5F-_5FMain_5FTheme.mp3_3Ftsid_3D20090210-044636-7bbfa00c/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/86947215/c46272eb/Sayonara_Zetsubou_Sensei_-_Main_Theme.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's "Main Theme - Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei". YOU MUST LISTEN OR ELSE YOU"LL DIE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mwahaha. So enjoy na lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh. And I almost forgot. J.S. Prom night is nearing in. My classmates are all giddy, and so am I. LOL. It'll be at this "Friday the 13th". O--(o.O Q)&lt;(^_^&lt;) I don't really know how it should be but, it'd be between 3 and 9 only. Like, hell. Gowns ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep. We're so ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-2077760797878428586?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2077760797878428586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/misplaced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2077760797878428586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2077760797878428586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/misplaced.html' title='Misplaced.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-8981620007624983246</id><published>2009-02-04T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:56:09.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Things about I:U (Imagination:Unleashed)</title><content type='html'>I will be inactive for just about everything in my online life. So here I am, on a no-classes day, typing my hearts out (Is there such a thing?). This post is about I:U and how I view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:U, as they say, is a place where otaku-s(fans of manga-anime-movies-etc.) talks just about everything. They blabber on an specific matter. It's a place for manga/anime-s that they have interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful site, in my view, because it's just a gathering-venue for a small group(more than 200 members and growing each day). In a small group, you can be friends with everybody, and make it somehow a safe place to post in. And because it's a small group, the administrator (I think they, the editors-in-chief, just put the MOD thing up so there's only one account to handle everything) can administrate in a powerful way to put things in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't like it. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because it's focused on PoT, 'cause, you see, it's made from PoT fans. That's one reason why they drive some people out of it. I lost interest, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, they're holding an event for the February 'Love' Month. And they decided that the 'Ouran Host Club'(Google it.) would visit the forum. The hosts, of course, are members too. They're hiding in a new name(a registered one), so it won't spoil the thrill. They're only limited to the Third Music Room thread though(and it's fun to tease them in the chatbox).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into it. So I joined. The host club, of course, WILL flirt with their girls/clients. I think you may giggle if I say that I joined as a guy. Well, I did. And my designation is for Kyouya Ootori. It's fun being improper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know what anime character I chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; I joined as a guy in the character of... L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're all thrilled because I'm the only one who joined as a guy. I challenge them to put up another guy! Haaaaaaahahahahaha! But unlike the hosts, we will be sticking with only our own registered name, then RP(roleplay) the character in the tread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I registered my character, the admin came to react. The love~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z7.invisionfree.com/ImaginationUnleashed/index.php?showuser=119"&gt;Mau-chii^^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Show the link to this post" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="link_to_post(3447604); return false;"&gt;Posted:&lt;/a&gt; Feb 1 2009, 06:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z7.invisionfree.com/ImaginationUnleashed/index.php?act=report&amp;amp;f=44&amp;amp;t=385&amp;amp;p=3447604&amp;amp;st="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://z7.invisionfree.com/ImaginationUnleashed/index.php?act=Post&amp;amp;CODE=08&amp;amp;f=44&amp;amp;t=385&amp;amp;p=3447604&amp;amp;st="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://z7.invisionfree.com/ImaginationUnleashed/index.php?act=Post&amp;amp;CODE=06&amp;amp;f=44&amp;amp;t=385&amp;amp;p=3447604"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichinen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group: Members&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posts: 21&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Member No.: 119&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joined: 3-July 08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warn: (&lt;a href="javascript:PopUp(" act="warn&amp;amp;mid=119&amp;amp;CODE=view','Pager','500','450','0','1','1','1')&amp;quot;"&gt;0&lt;/a&gt;%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PICTURE OF CHARACTER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*there's a pic here*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fandom: Death Note&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Description of attitude:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L is; evil, playful, sweet-lover, (medyo mukang adik sa DOTA), puts up investigation on anyone... Let's see... accuses everyone as Kira even though/'til there's not enough information. = I don't think someone would ever choose a male as a character. And so, I did.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Host of Choice: Kyouya Ootori (Because...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;= Let's see what'll happen. =&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fanfiction-sama: LOL I'll be looking forward to seeing that. But of course, don't forget the rules as stated: Joining the HOST CLUB, you MUST LIKE YOUR HOST. You must admire, love, have a crush, etc on the host of your choice, reactions are up to you (Ex: If you're hotheaded, and you become bad-tempered when your host sugar-talks you, then be like that. If you blush, etc, etc, you get the point). Do not go in because you're bored or because you want to create havoc. SAME APPLIES IF YOU CHOOSE A MAN.. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*wait*I have a question. You say, "You must admire, love, have a crush, etc on the host of your choice, reactions are up to you (Ex: If you're hotheaded, and you become bad-tempered when your host sugar-talks you, then be like that. If you blush, etc, etc, you get the point)", does "wanting to find friends" or "suspicious-over-Kyouya-and-his-clipboard" counts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fanfiction-sama: Yes, that works too. LOL He must be at least interested in Kyouya. Thanks. Btw I signed you up already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, it's okay na? ^^ Chuchu! This'll be too much for me. Meh. I'll keep the conversation, but it's up to you to edit and erase, 'mmkay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------- *my sig starts here*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gathering from Kira's behaviour, he is very immature and hates to lose... just like me. *insert wicked smile here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL-ing. And so the event started with me being the only one improper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my RP goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L looks just about. Thinking, maybe, that he should've brought Watari and the laptop. He held the marvelous and lavishly-styled mahogany (? What's mahogany?) door, examining it closely. It's suspicious enough to actually ATTRACT him in the farthest room of this building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Bad things are kept hidden in places that can't be reached. If this is only a host club to entertain the girls, why do they have to set things up on such a venue. (O.o)' he thought upon himself. But golly, it's surprising for him to actually enter a place defenseless. He even put sneakers on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hmmm..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'But they say that there're lots of sweets--'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ignoring that thought, he pulled up a hanky from the pocket of his jeans, and pushed the doors through it, as he is careful not to lay any fingerprints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He popped his head in, looking around. 'Weird, it seems normal enough. However, this may only be a cover. Odd, everything is.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like that. And it went for a while. I was thinking on meeting Haninozuka-sempai first for &lt;em&gt;one certain reason.&lt;/em&gt; Oh, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-8981620007624983246?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/8981620007624983246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/thing-about-iu-imaginationunleashed_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8981620007624983246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/8981620007624983246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/02/thing-about-iu-imaginationunleashed_04.html' title='Things about I:U (Imagination:Unleashed)'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4603589783153052664</id><published>2009-01-27T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:56:09.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Not surprising.</title><content type='html'>Bam bam bee dum dum&lt;br /&gt;Bum bee dum dum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not surprising that I lost, miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The day went just fine. I have to wake up at 5:45, but... Ah! Anyways, when I got to school, Kuya Maaron, Kristelle, and Ma'am Aguilar were already between the second and the third gate, which is just adjacent to the Principal's corridor (Guidance, Office, Intelligence, and Time-ins) and the conference room. Yes, there's three gates before you can enter the school grounds. I told them that I should go up to the 4th floor of the Science building so I can give what I have to leave before I could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Faye and Mrs. Vergara. And then went to a long trip to Avancenia H.S. where the contest will be held. I am opting to tell you the whole damn thing but, there's actually not enough time to do so. The place is somewhere near Quiapo church and SM Manila. I don't exactly know where this place is, 'cause I don't get around here often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah~! We came late so we got the position of registrant no. 29. I got a bit of low blood pressure, but that doesn't stop me from getting all friendly with a total of... 30 times 4...? Haha. Just kidding. It was very quiet when we got there. Surely, it's a bunch of intellectually-molded students. There were 30 schools competing, overall mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top students from top sections of different schools, I was so losing the confidence... =.= I met different people there, so that's that. Then come the chuva chenneleyn eklat test, which consists of 50 items. Waaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! And I only got 20 minutes to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test for third year-s is about whales. Yes. Whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we heard the results.... Meh. This is so losing the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Rank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Manila Science High School (Well, Whad'ya expect?)&lt;br /&gt;The others.... I never listened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Rank 27...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to rank 14! Calderon has pawned up the scale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Our First year, Faye, was able to get 34 points, from which she went to rank 11th.&lt;br /&gt;Second year, Kristelle, was able to get 24 points, from which she went to rank 20th.&lt;br /&gt;Third year, I, was able to get 30 points, from which I went to rank 12th.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Forth year, Maaron, was able to get 29 points from which he ranked 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. ^^ Super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ride "Kuliglig"! It's the first time that I've ridden it, well, OUR first time, except for Mrs. Aguilar. It's basically a pedicab with a motor. It's very long and spacious. It's a small experience but it's great to actually ride something you haven't. We we're so ignorant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: SM Manila. We ate at Tokyo Tokyo, which didn't quite suit my taste, and did chopsticks, all five of us! I was totally laughing my head off when Kuya Maaron wants to be noticed so he could get another bowl of rice. "Tawag ka ng kanin." sabi ni Ma'am. Eh eto parang ewan, "Kanin!" And I laughed so hard that I almost choked on what I was eating! Dumagdag pa si Ma'am, eh siyempre English teacher, kelangan may grace, "Rice! Where's Rice? Ba't wala pa si Rice?" I was lol-ing! Then into National Bookstore just to browse stuffs. And we played at Word of Fun for quite some time, and each brought home a skull chuva as a remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we ordered Zagu, gu, gu, gu. And finally went back to school by 3:15. I have one more class to attend to, and that's Values. When I got there, I handed my excuse letter to Mrs. Ramilo, and the BOMBARDMENT of questions started raining. That's why I found another reason to put this up, even though they don't actally know this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that had happened for today! And it was fun even though we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've removed the Comments page, though it's still a temporary layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4603589783153052664?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4603589783153052664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-surprising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4603589783153052664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4603589783153052664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-surprising.html' title='Not surprising.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-1250955411227350731</id><published>2009-01-26T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:56:09.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>I give you permission to hate me at the moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://dc125.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="470" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc125.4shared.com/img/82550619/e9e7637d/dlink__2Fdownload_2F82550619_2Fe9e7637d_2FLove_5FStory_5F-_5FMau_5F_5FTaylor_5F-_5FVoice_5FOver_5F_5FDuet.mp3_3Ftsid_3D20090126-065600-97294aa2/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/82550619/e9e7637d/Love_Story_-_Mau__Taylor_-_Voice_Over__Duet.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Hate me right now for my uber cheap voice! I recorded this sometime after I posted the previous post. I also intended to put up this blog in a &lt;em&gt;temporary layout, &lt;/em&gt;just so you know that this blog happens to exist... still. Hate me now! Send all your hatemails as long as the comments page is still up. Bwahahahaha! (Larharl style: Haaaaaaahahahahaha!) Oo. Alam ko. Ang chaka-chaka ko sa recording kasi nag-iinarte na naman ako. ^^ Pero ok lang, wala namang aangal 'di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O.o] Jwhaaattt!? Tomorrow na 'yung Contest sa English. I have to wake up early, and be in school as early as 7. Pero dapat muy calor pa ang pag pasok, kasi kelangan ko pang iwan kay Ma'am Ramirez 'yung mga pictures sa T. H. E. Sila Princess na bahala dun. Bahala sila. Ako na nga ung nag paprint, nagdala ng cam, ako pa gagawa ng documentation...? Ganun? Super abusive naman ata sila. Kami na lang palagi gumagawa. Na-spoil ko ata. Then iwan ko 'yung audio and video clip plus lyrics ng kanta ni Tom Lehrer; "The Elements Song" through the use of my omniscient 4 gig flashdrive, which is ....currently missing. Waaahhhh!!!!!!!!!! (It's the birthday gift of my Dad). Ewan ko ba, but I have to fulfill everyhting before I set off. Para nga akong nanay eh na may 50 na anak. Sobra na 'yung mga classmates ko. Pati nung sa Filipino, sa akin lahat iaasa, eh alam naman nila na ako ang pinakatamad na nilalang sa buong universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed actually. Super 'yung dasal araw-araw. Nakakabagot. Ang daming ritwal bago matapos ang araw. Bwisit. "Hallelujah Lord Jesus...." And the lines go on. Haha. Pero hindi naman ako against sa Christians. Just...just. Mahirap i-explain further 'yung inis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayan na. Contest na. Kinakabahan na naman ako. Ang kapal pa naman ng mukha kong mag-demand. Haha. I repent for that. Well, I hope you enjoyed my voice (which actually sucks). Eh ano pa ba ang expect mo. 14 lang naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: I've been blogging since October 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-1250955411227350731?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/1250955411227350731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-give-you-permission-to-hate-me-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1250955411227350731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/1250955411227350731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-give-you-permission-to-hate-me-at.html' title='I give you permission to hate me at the moment.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-935290492717921020</id><published>2009-01-23T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:56:09.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Disgaea : Afternoon of Darkness</title><content type='html'>Disgaea is a game, which has its own anime. As what I said in my previous post-s; It's recommended to me by Nicole Anne Casimiro (Ewan ko kung bakit, pero lahat ng kilala ko, tawag ko sa kanila Surname lang or 'yung &lt;em&gt;WHOLE&lt;/em&gt; name nila. Examplia gratia; Ronalyn Matienzo, Jamie Chiong, Portugal, Buenaventura, Jose(Oo, surname 'to.), and many many more.) We already have this game, I never actually thought that it's a &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; RPG, 'coz I was thinking it's an action, granade, and gun-filled. So, I played a version on the PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, there's a movie-like introduction, which is actually nice, then I found Laharl, the puny but powerful demon, to be my character. So far so good. I find myself always laughing when he's walking around the castle, I just don't know why. Then after an hour of familiarizing myself in the game, it's getting rather boring, still I continued. The repitition of fights which inevidently &lt;em&gt;takes a lot of time.&lt;/em&gt; Meeting characters along the way isn't such a great accomplishment, dunno but I never get satisfied with things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite episode so far is 'Episode 8 : Reincarnation'. I loved that part so much. A plus to that is the song; Red Moon. Again, I'll just embed the actual song, when I have removed my background song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the game, I was bored. So, I played another game of Final Fantasy. Surely, Disgaea is something. Hah. I don't mean to compare it to other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that there's a movie, like all events pile into one without any fight whatsoever. I hate the fights, it's a capital B. It's not that I'm bragging about this, but if you're too good on playing the game, it will eventually lose its connection to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I really love 'The Legends of Zelda'. This, I played the Ocarina of Time in our Nintendo 64 (which is nowhere to be found at the moment), and the 'A Link to the Past / Four Swords' in our Nintendo gameboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Gonna get ready for school, in a Saturday? Well, yes. I have a traning to attend to and it's getting quite late. So, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that I'm talking about: Red Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dc97.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="470" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc97.4shared.com/img/86944840/d65d5819/dlink__2Fdownload_2F86944840_2Fd65d5819_2FDisgaea_5F-_5FRed_5FMoon.mp3_3Ftsid_3D20090210-045254-a82bd5cf/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/86944840/d65d5819/Disgaea_-_Red_Moon.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a requiem that build goosebumps on your body.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-935290492717921020?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/935290492717921020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/disgaea-afternoon-of-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/935290492717921020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/935290492717921020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/disgaea-afternoon-of-darkness.html' title='Disgaea : Afternoon of Darkness'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-3469341089106682756</id><published>2009-01-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:51:49.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>So contagious!</title><content type='html'>It may be so obvious that I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;Avril Lavigne. She's just...just! "When you're gone - Avril Lavigne" (My current background music) is something much &lt;em&gt;sentimental &lt;/em&gt;for me. So, maybe I'll just remove it some other time, so you could listen to what I embed here. MAH! Why "So contagious?" you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;○▬○▬○▬○▬○&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contagious - Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not think that I can wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To go over and to talk to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not know what I should say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I walk out in silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when i start to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you bring to my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn this guy can make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so contagious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot get it out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so outrageous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me feel so high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They all say that you're no good for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm too close to turn around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll show them they don't know anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I've got you figured out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I walk out in silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when i start to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you bring to my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn this guy can make me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll treat you rightIf you just give me a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can prove I'm right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus X2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just visited my long-abandoned, favorite of all-time, online forum built just for writers and readers, mostly for Filipino-s. (But I won't link it here, I don't want any spammers lurking there.) I met people that I never got the chance to meet in the chatbox. So many, that I can't post everyone. They're new, well, some are. Then I just noticed that I was a part of them since JULY 3 last year. I felt bad; forsaking it for decades. We talked, then *spoof* they're gone. Haha. It's not like I expect them to actually stay up late with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a problem with Yahoo! Messenger in our computer. The first Yahoo! there is in here is the Vista one, which just sucks horribly. I, then, downloaded version 7.0 which is my favorite for its simplicity and easy-function. It went sick and &lt;em&gt;virus-ed. &lt;/em&gt;So, we deleted it before putting in our anti-virus. After a week of no YM, I downloaded another version; the latest which is 9.0. It has mutiple script errors which bugged me because I can't see what we're talking about in the chatbox. I got pissed. I uninstalled, and searched for 6.0, which also sucks like Vista for its fairly-poor quality. It got along really well then there's another script error. BOOM! Much much worse than the last. Unistalled it once again, and put back the 7.0 to life. (Ressurect daw ba?) Up to now, I still can't figure out what's wrong with these script errors. But it's cool, I'm a patient one that rarely exist in this fast-paced world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before all-that happened, I already had a chat with Ysa-chan (Nicole). I told her to see the forum, and she said it's okay. Not really. So, she asked me questions, which isn't saved in my &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; YM archive! GahH!!! Yay. Happy Day. Our lives just got bigger with more friends. Then we talked about manga-s, anime-s and stereotypes. I recommended manga-s that turned out that she already knew it. We also talked about Ruka, the boy with the name of HIM, the face of Natsume, and the attitude of Haruhi Fujioka. She told me that she's like: "O_O Two in one!". Yes, like that. Then there's Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei, Elfen Lied, and a pink jacket. She asked me if I play the PSP. Truthfully, I said yes. Nicole asked me if I could recommend her games because she grew bored of an RPG game that she already had finished twice. I said that I can't recommend her any games since I'm not an everyday-player, and that I only listen to Mp3s in it. There's only 3 games in our PSP, I noticed once (but we have dozens of CSO files here in our PC). Wait. Let me see what're those games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have Need for Speed; for cars thingy (we have the original small disc). Then the Star Wars game. Next is Grand Theft Auto. Then Harvest Moon. That's all. I may sound boyish enough, but that's that. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, she told me that I should play &lt;strong&gt;Disgaea&lt;/strong&gt;. She also said that she and Aki/Link/Mico drools over it just because it's drool worthy, as what Link stated in her blog. Being me, I searched it in wiki first while searching for a bittorent CSO file. I was surprised when it said that it's almost half a gig! Anyways, enough with Nikki!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, a new friend from I:U in my YM stated her status message. She's blogging. I read it, and I laughed (Ano ba english ng hagikgik?). I was like cracked! She's a very happy person to be with, I presume. ^^ But I won't link her, either, since she said that we shouldn't &lt;em&gt;ipagkalat&lt;/em&gt; her posts and site. ^^ Salitang kanto 'yung mga salita niya, pero oks lang kasi masaya pag ganun, 'di boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now is your answer filled? "Contagious", because I'm influenced by different people today. Everyone, I love. I decided to post today because of you guys! The reasons for which I'm not a lonely person is because there're people, who I don't actually know personally, talking on just about everything (that makes my experience and knowledge in this life wider). Sorry for wrong english-ness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;:Mau, what the hell are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:Uhmm... Just posting what happened today...*blinks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:You're suppose to POST articles and informative or expository topics! Not rants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:Sorry. It won't happen again, I promise. *doesn't know what she's talking about 'coz she's playing with her PSP*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*Gets red-headed* Don't just ignore me! You fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☻&lt;strong&gt;And yes, Mau, right now, is suffering from multiple personality that she grew fond of being.☻&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CONTAGIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I'm trying to find friends who are nice enough to link this blog into their own. 'Cause you see, it's popularity just flunked from 1 to 0. [=.=] Nope. I don't really know if there's actually someone reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. Listen now! So contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dc118.4shared.com/flash/flvplayer.swf" width="470" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc118.4shared.com/img/86945835/51ca5d34/dlink__2Fdownload_2F86945835_2F51ca5d34_2FAvril_5FLavigne_5F-_5FContagious.mp3_3Ftsid_3D20090210-045053-9063213f/preview.mp3&amp;amp;link=http://www.4shared.com/file/86945835/51ca5d34/Avril_Lavigne_-_Contagious.html"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Rock your socks!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-3469341089106682756?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/3469341089106682756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-contagious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3469341089106682756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/3469341089106682756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-contagious.html' title='So contagious!'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-861098278344038904</id><published>2009-01-14T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:33:41.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Pasta alla Carbonara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2uJ4r7caI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdzvZ3OsDWI/s1600-h/Lavender.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291076622088892834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2uJ4r7caI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdzvZ3OsDWI/s200/Lavender.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What is up with me today that I decided to post another entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun actually. We did our performance on making a pasta recipe. We decided to have Carbonara (which is the same as the other group - we had two groups). I &lt;strong&gt;absolutely &lt;/strong&gt;have the pictures on every little thing we did, but I won't trouble myself putting every pic here. So... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2xiH-_cqI/AAAAAAAAACk/z6uFXxFhEec/s1600-h/DSC01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291080337047122594" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2xiH-_cqI/AAAAAAAAACk/z6uFXxFhEec/s320/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The incomplete set of Ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2zz52pGFI/AAAAAAAAACs/cruY48LaC0I/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291082841514907730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2zz52pGFI/AAAAAAAAACs/cruY48LaC0I/s320/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The White Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW22DWmXZHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_YRw6w3HK8I/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291085305952560242" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW22DWmXZHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_YRw6w3HK8I/s200/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fetuccine..? Right? Being boiled in its spa. (Spa-boiled egg? Harvest Moon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW22_5zi6NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fFQEeyWPDTk/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291086346195232978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW22_5zi6NI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fFQEeyWPDTk/s320/DSC01567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And finally... Ta-da! A half-kilo, Integrity style, amateur-ish dish, &lt;strong&gt;Pasta alla Carbonara!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And yeah, that black plate is from my mom. Haha. I brought it all the way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This costed us about 300 pesos. =_= It was a product of Group 3 and 4 plus 2 from group 5; all eleven of us. I photoshop-ed my favorite pic of all time, but I think I went too much, and it went much bigger than I expected. So, here it is (not photoshop-ed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW3a6EOSwFI/AAAAAAAAADE/5vFKh0rT-4k/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291125828331159634" style="WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW3a6EOSwFI/AAAAAAAAADE/5vFKh0rT-4k/s320/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, the day ended so sad for me. I didn't got the chance to taste it. In English, next subject after T.H.E., they brought in the back so Ma'am Apolonio wouldn't catch them eating it. What's worse is that the leaders, I and Christelle, were in the front - close to my teacher. I was teary. They would say "Share your blessings.", do they even know that we haven't even tasted it yet? I was teary not because that's the very first time that I had eaten Carbonara, but because it is the first time that I had cooked something decent like that. Uwahhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The reason I wasn't able to indulge that thing was because I was called by the English Department. It went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ma'am Apolonio (hereinafter called General): Ah! Mau! Mrs. Aguilar told me to send you to her. Quickly now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*Stands up and gets out(I'm somewhat close to the door.). Then remembers that she's holding the camera, and so heads back to put it in my bag (which is awfully heavy on my left shoulder). Heads out, yet again. Then turns to look back because I was called back by my classmates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General: Bring your bag with you. You may not be able to get back. (O.o)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*Gets bag, and gets out of the room.*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's because I have to continue my review for the contest, which is on January 27, in English Comprehension. There're four of us, one from each year. It's rather boring 'cause it's very quite there in that department. Mrs. Aguilar was my teacher in English from my 2nd year. She's very fun to be with since she gets along with every student in that school. She also likes reading. For an instance, she's waiting for National Bookstore to open in the early morning because she's to buy a new book from the Harry Potter series. She's following Twilight too, which makes her one of the bookworms in the school. She's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fanatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So.... When I got there, she immediately searched for my review thing which, by the way, is about poems and automation. As I answer, I talked with her about the Carbonara and how I wasn't able to taste our work. She laughed when she saw me teary. Hahaha. It is funny, really. Then it went quite again. There was an interruption when Christian Alvear, a contestant from PDA Season 2 went to take a peek in that department. I was sitting on a chair (malamang) near the door (It's an odd irk of mine.). And saw him, he's wearing wide brown glasses and brown shirt. I paused. When he got away, I went back into writing, then looks up to Mrs. Aguilar. "That's from PDA, right?" She nodded. I was like, what just happened? Christian is way too small from me, nonetheless, he's got baby face. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kuya Maron, a contestant from our 4th year, told me last Friday that I shouldn't leave any blank in my paper when the contest comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Manghula ka na, 'wag ka lang mag-iwan ng blanko." he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"'Wag mo naman hulaan lahat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I laughed, not really. Meh! Tomorrow, and the day after that, will be our periodical test-s. Our section is on 1st Shift which is 7:00 - 11:00. ^^ Bid me Goodluck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, and the J.S. will be on February 13, the day before Valentine's day, and the selection is still ongoing. It'd be a masquerade. The major criteria (criterium?) are &lt;u&gt;Beauty and Brain.&lt;/u&gt; Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. Junior, then there's Mr. and Ms. Alma Matter for the fourth year-s. I am not-so-eager to join. Prom is just an entertainment for youngsters, but I guess I should try since it's a REQUIREMENT and another experience for me. Seriously, I won't go after the selection. That'd be total harassment for me. *sighs* I hate it when they say that I should be the &lt;em&gt;pambato&lt;/em&gt; of our section this time since I already refused the 'Search for Mr. &amp;amp; Ms. U.N. in A.P. Month, and the Poet and Poetess in English Month. It's really irritating when they BOMBARD me with those talks. It hurts my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Til then. Ja!&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/2637669389932336036-861098278344038904?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/861098278344038904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasta-alla-carbonara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/861098278344038904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/861098278344038904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2009/01/pasta-alla-carbonara.html' title='Pasta alla Carbonara.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/SW2uJ4r7caI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdzvZ3OsDWI/s72-c/Lavender.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-469439408481580105</id><published>2008-12-24T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:33:57.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Local Discrimination. Yep. Nakakabobo 'no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Always. Discrimination. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulit-ulit. Nakakabobo na 'no? Ilang beses kaya ako ipinanganak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this topic has already made its way through many writers/bloggers to their own writing place. And I'm yet to rant about it! Feel my WORDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about discrimination is that it's everywhere. It never &lt;em&gt;fade &lt;/em&gt;no matter how many decades pass. Like how the Nazis were into the Jews (Right?). Discrimination is a widely-influenced personal thought of someone who's, well, influental. If someone &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; says that it's uncool, then it is. SO... here's a one small post for 'ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU ALL WHO DISCRIMINATE! IF YOU WANT TO EXPRESS YOURSELF WITH YOUR &lt;em&gt;WORDS OF WISDOM &lt;/em&gt;AND MAKE SOMEONE LOOK BAD, TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF FIRST! YOU DISCRIMINATE BECAUSE YOU'RE DISCRIMINATED! WHY NOT STOP THIS IN YOUR COMMUNITY?! START WITH YOURSELF! BAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL CARES?! IS THAT SO?! *insert dolphin cries here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. ^^ Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-469439408481580105?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/469439408481580105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/local-discrimination-yep-nakakabobo-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/469439408481580105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/469439408481580105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/local-discrimination-yep-nakakabobo-no.html' title='Local Discrimination. Yep. Nakakabobo &apos;no?'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-2815902180358557117</id><published>2008-12-24T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:34:33.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Where are you Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you Christmas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I find you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why have you gone away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the laughter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to bring me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I hear music play?&lt;br /&gt;My world is changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm rearranging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does that mean Christmas changes too?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you Christmas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one you used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the same one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what the time's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that why you have let me go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♪ ♪ ♪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, Christmas doesn't make me happy anymore... or maybe in this year. I'm sad and unsatisfied. Is it because I'm a person who's initially Aesthetic? I can't really decide. The world let this day pass as a one-day holiday. Ordinary. Just. The Philippines, however, does celebrate this as a Two-weeks holiday. One is to 14. See the difference...? But I'm not against Christmas... I love the holiday! The gifts and the unity a community share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it doesn't have an effect on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche Buena. A feast in the night before Christmas, from which Filipinos spend so much time, money, and effort. Tonight will be filled with lights and Christmas Carols. Then, New Year will come. For me, it's a never ending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing changed for sure; and that's the Christmas in me, Maureen Jade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-2815902180358557117?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/2815902180358557117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-are-you-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2815902180358557117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/2815902180358557117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-are-you-christmas.html' title='Where are you Christmas?'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6549031165244546649</id><published>2008-12-24T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:12:20.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>From here to there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;From crazyideas-mjade.blogspot.com to lavendermassacre.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of my growing 'enemy population'. They're mad at me for posting these topics. I just wanted to avoid any arguments from them. -sigh- They'd always find something to make me look bad. This is one reason why I hate to make any conversations about religions; it will just result into haywire. It's also a reason for me to close myself from taking comments in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog is a place for MY personal opinions. It's not like it's a fact or anything. And from here on, my 'classmates' won't find my posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they will... eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inactive for this month because of uber business. There was Animula, our speech choir; Noli Me Tangere, our school play; and there were lots more. Oh and by the way, I just joined the Voice Acting Alliance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing my site address might not be enough really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6549031165244546649?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6549031165244546649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-here-to-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6549031165244546649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6549031165244546649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-here-to-there.html' title='From here to there.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4940477297141324169</id><published>2008-11-30T03:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:12:20.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>How does it feel to be EXPLOITED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been itching to post this down for a couple of months! So, I might as well start it with my own words of ramblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:EXPLOITED@School"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EXPLOITED@School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in section 1, it is only natural to be called by the principals, department heads, and other teachers and students. Being in section 1, it is only natural to be assigned into leading a school program. Being in SECTION 1, IT IS OUR RESPONSIBILTY TO TAKE OVER THE RESPONSIBILY OF THOSE SENIORS!!! Damn it. I hate it when they stress us inaccordingly to our level. What the heck are those SENIORS doing? Chewing bubblegums? Sleeping in the Library? Vandalizing the School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While WE, the JUNIORS, sweat ourself into seizing our time for each day! We hold contests! We make our own program, song interpretations, and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you notice? You're being EXPLOITED by this School! Your abilities are being used to the extent that you can't even attend your own academic classes! Are you numb and can't feel that each duty assigned to the SENIORS are being tranferred to use your efforts?" Ma'am Apolonio once told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, we're already used to this kind of EXPLOITATION. Being called out of class because we're needed to do some tasks from the principals. Marked absent on that day because we have to hold a meeting for the following days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more?! The teachers will even scold us for doing so! And giving us extra assignment and work; all of them! Can't they understand that every teacher we have, put heavy pressures on us?! And after everything, they'd even give us minus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our section takes a month off from school, I'm sure everything would go twister mode. We're the ones running the school. Withouth us, for even just a day, every teacher would faint! All we ask is the equal work! Or maybe, just give us a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas is coming, the Christmas Cantata would surely be held. Our M.A.P.E.H. teacher, being someone posessed, told us that no one is excempted into joining the Christmas Cantata, or else she, together with her student-teachers, would have to give us 65! GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May gana kayong sumali sa Speech Choir, tapos 'di kayo sasali sa Christmas Cantata? Aba, naturingan pa din naman kayong section 1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't really argue more. There's a part of that phrase which is right all throughout. Damn. Harassed by the daily life. Tormented by everybody. Please, for even just for a moment, understand the pressure we're going through. We're already at our limits! We can't hold on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be killed mentally; the school's to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4940477297141324169?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4940477297141324169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-does-it-feel-to-be-exploited_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4940477297141324169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4940477297141324169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-does-it-feel-to-be-exploited_30.html' title='How does it feel to be EXPLOITED?'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-5481889833162914093</id><published>2008-11-23T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:12:20.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Damned Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Title: Manipulation of a Puppeteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Category: Fiction » Young Adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Author: Mau-chii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Language: English, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rating: Fiction Rated: K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Genre: Angst/Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Published: 11-23-08, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Updated: 11-23-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 532&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chapter 1: Manipulation&lt;br /&gt;~ Manipulation ~&lt;br /&gt;!Doll Writer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why are you smiling like there’s nothing wrong? In front of everyone, you’re stiff as a perfect doll. In every grin you give, there’s not a single spark of happiness. Why must you put a mask to conceal your dissatisfaction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You already knew that you can’t fool everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are very certain of that, and still, you try so hard to cover it. Why must it be? Once in a while, someone will ask you why you have that far and dazed look. “Is there something wrong?” Yes, is there something wrong? Something went bad? Then you’ll say with a smile, “No. Everything’s perfect.” Like that puppet face of yours? Unwavering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’re a potential writer of such wonderful stories. The pen and the paper are your two best friends. You get inspirations just by looking at them. You say to yourself that writing a story is the only thing that could make you drift into absolute happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nevertheless, you cry silently - unknown, unheard of, and quiet foreign to - in your little world of literature, How could you be happy if in every word you write down, in every dot of ink you use, and in every thought you put in it, you’ll cry of grief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And that cycle repeats itself everyday; controlled by dawn, conscious by dusk. How could you live more as the time wears out that doll-like smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All was planned, isn’t that right? Everything is in accordance from your puppeteer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your past is undoubtedly traceless of anything negative - it’s your gracefulness that filled and patched it all. Your future is wisely secured - you’ll be know in the world as a promising writer. And it turns out that your life is nonetheless, poorly carved… wasted and just gave one direction, there’s no other options and paths to walk into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a writer, you already had realized that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You do not cry because you’re touched of your story. You do not cry just because you know that the right emotions were in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, it is only a normal thing to shed a tear when the story finishes in a tragic or sad ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, you cry more when it’s a happy one, and it’s not because you’re filled with a joyous feeling, but because you wish to have that kind of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because you wish to have a life that only you could make, and not that puppeteer of yours. You wish to end the manipulation. You wish to paint your own life with colorful dashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet for now, you’re just a doll with no life, and is only being toyed around. Writing stories somehow eases you from the smooth empty path you’re walking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You’re already aware that you’ll carry this ‘til the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;___________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like the style as much as I hate the title. Enjoy.&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/2637669389932336036-5481889833162914093?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/5481889833162914093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/damned-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5481889833162914093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/5481889833162914093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/damned-story.html' title='Damned Story.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6612155975267261968</id><published>2008-11-19T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:12:20.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Forten, man 'day.Besaya ka man dung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a matter of hours, I'll be turning 14. AGE. GROW. OLD. WTH?! Haha. What will happen tomorrow, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. November 26... Speech Choir Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike dropped out of our team. And the other one is URBANO (refer to my last post). &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;and&gt;&gt;&gt; Bad Girl, with matching 'pokpok' outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6612155975267261968?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6612155975267261968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/forten-man-daybesaya-ka-man-dung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6612155975267261968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6612155975267261968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/forten-man-daybesaya-ka-man-dung.html' title='Forten, man &apos;day.Besaya ka man dung.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6832925418678537430</id><published>2008-11-13T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:19:58.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>It's starting again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back aching. Muscles tensing. Joints shaking. Sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yearly celebration of "Literature Month" is starting once again. And since it's a part of our being-the-cream-section, we all have to join at least one contest. Speech choir practice already started last week with our trainor, who just celebrated her birthday today, Rosa Villa Cruz. Ma'am Apolonio, our English teacher; a.k.a. General Apolonio, lawyer-to-be, already assigned us to make a Shirt, printed with words of literature. That shirt would become a part of us every Friday in P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Speech Choir Contest takes a big chunk of time, I may not able to post anything here... not until Nov. 26. We'll be working with "Animula Blandula Vagula" by T.S. Eliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a small list of my classmates that ARE participating in this event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau^^&lt;br /&gt;Chiong&lt;br /&gt;Rona&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;Gegeng&lt;br /&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;Theresa&lt;br /&gt;Saning&lt;br /&gt;Sanhok&lt;br /&gt;Kit ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Maybelle&lt;br /&gt;Bacsal&lt;br /&gt;Mhica&lt;br /&gt;Adrian&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Dale&lt;br /&gt;Leleck&lt;br /&gt;JoshuaEarlIanChristianKevinKennedy BOYS&lt;br /&gt;Marion&lt;br /&gt;Edward&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Saraj Gab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can't think of anyone other then them. Two more... who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice is rather tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll also be busy during next week for the celebration of 'Values Week', assigned to us by Mrs. Ramilo. I'll post a Video on youtube, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, it's gonna be a busy 3rd quarter. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6832925418678537430?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6832925418678537430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-starting-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6832925418678537430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6832925418678537430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-starting-again.html' title='It&apos;s starting again.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-6998208873789871859</id><published>2008-11-13T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:19:39.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>What's wrong with you guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm really pissed at my classmates; they're going overly religious! It's not like I despise it, it's just that it's getting into my nerves already. Pray here, pray there. Now and Then. Troublesome, actually. Whispering 'yes', 'God', and so many more... I am very annoyed. Everyone's asking─"Are you a Catholic?"─And I'd always answer─"Filipinos are 90% Catholic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're a Catholic, then why aren't you praying with all your passion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Well, duhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all silent. I hate it when they push me into leading a group prayer. I hate it when all their talking about is Jesus. Then, they would convince me to be one of them. I hate that. If you convince a Muslim to believe in Jesus, would they give in? NO! They'll raise they're guns and begin shooting you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being overly religious? YOU'RE WASTING TIME, THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, they'll try to push words from the Bible into your head. I don't like them being 'I'm good because I believe in Jesus.' Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you force me in another thought like that, I shall not talk to you... ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-6998208873789871859?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/6998208873789871859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-wrong-with-you-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6998208873789871859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/6998208873789871859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-wrong-with-you-guys.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with you guys?'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-7928850541138306378</id><published>2008-11-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:19:19.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>Switched? Or just a common mistake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, some must be thinking or just curious about this, some must've posted articles like this. The start of November means ghosts, souls, and some fictional creatures, right? Filipinos say that this is also a time to visit the graves of our loved ones who already passed away. Almost everybody would be busy arranging flowers, cleaning their "spot", buying candles, and maybe, preparing food. This day is called 'All Souls Day'. This day, we say, is a time for families to gather together (what's up with the rhyme?), like a Reunion something... Yeah. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do this on November 1st, which is, 'All Saints Day'. I don't really know, but everyone visits the graves on 'All Saints Day', and it seems like Filipino would still be like that forever. Why not on 'All Souls Day'? I mean, please... it might be obvious to some. Haha, I don't really intend on making them realize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺October 31 - Halloween&lt;br /&gt;☺ November 1 - All Saints Day&lt;br /&gt;☺ November 2 - All Souls Day&lt;br /&gt;☺ November 20 - My Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm writing this is because school is so UNFAIR! Classes will return the day right after 'All Souls Day'! Isn't this a kind of harrasment? Or Excessive Child Labor?! Public schools only give a week of sem-break. Ugh. It isn't even a break 'cause they're giving us tons of assignments and projects! Are they mad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm Down. -Breathes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting nowhere. Well, I thank LINK again for this wonderful, yet immature, proverb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Education is a necessity thus; a wonderful thing, But school ...is a different thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Something like that on her status message someday before. ^^. But since she's not really affected by this, I don't think she'll ever give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because, private schools exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-7928850541138306378?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/7928850541138306378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/switched-or-just-common-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7928850541138306378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/7928850541138306378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/11/switched-or-just-common-mistake.html' title='Switched? Or just a common mistake?'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637669389932336036.post-4039646303026793066</id><published>2008-10-30T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:19:07.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mau-chii'/><title type='text'>It's a start. Not that I care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I started this blog 'cause I feel like it. You can read both interesting and boring things. It could be about politics, school, and other stuffs that hovers into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Maureen Jade. Call me whatever you like. ^^ I'm just a kid... brat, if you prefer. I love reading, writing, and listening to stories. I have lots of obsession, but that won't bother you, now would ya'? I'm also a smart-ass, I belong to the cream section right from the very first time I stepped into school. And I'm also the youngest. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I said, 'It's a start', so I'm not used to blogging. This layout is not mine, and it will change every now and then, then maybe I could upload my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting my daily life here, since you'd just get bored, instead, I'll be posting articles and like. (^^ V,,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame LINK if you don't like me here. It's thanks to her that I learned how to start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, let the blogging begin, not that I'm too ethusiastic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are bothered, LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, mean, GO!--- as in go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637669389932336036-4039646303026793066?l=lavendermassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/4039646303026793066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-start-not-that-i-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4039646303026793066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637669389932336036/posts/default/4039646303026793066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lavendermassacre.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-start-not-that-i-care.html' title='It&apos;s a start. Not that I care.'/><author><name>BrainDamaged</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHdvTV1x7sw/STJwkKO2G6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fbmcvW1BWZw/S220/Itoshiki+Nozumu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
