tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61212732911101242002024-02-20T21:36:41.196-08:00Bonne âme, esprit aliéné“Sometimes a breakdown can be the beginning of a kind of breakthrough, a way of living in advance through a trauma that prepares you for a future of radical transformation.”Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-87089611793870479122011-05-10T02:11:00.001-07:002011-05-10T02:27:51.608-07:00Personas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eNUuv475hgd10WEDCUBtIfHmQKQmTZo7m6XZQvCiTFIos41UgWv7cNLhgD-duOhouM3W2XK2UOlVfi69HX6WsKpjM7labGSIpPJCTJJTT1hCUZBiuDppWJ-_CKF26uKqAd5EyuogBqzB/s1600/195050_1788649329590_1640281161_1779531_6595170_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eNUuv475hgd10WEDCUBtIfHmQKQmTZo7m6XZQvCiTFIos41UgWv7cNLhgD-duOhouM3W2XK2UOlVfi69HX6WsKpjM7labGSIpPJCTJJTT1hCUZBiuDppWJ-_CKF26uKqAd5EyuogBqzB/s400/195050_1788649329590_1640281161_1779531_6595170_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605016611138578274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdK8zHEwTnbW30jyk9ubut5OrXXr11Fpp48yw1S37CGw0S_8AaJoTYaygk_55iyBzA0mt2srhvK2jJ_duj6bL1b_gtYyOEdhnf5SyHYAM64G2mt8Kfn6S-Hh6PHo2aU_vEDpwaiu4ZZem/s1600/JEPAUfinished.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605011409535164690" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvd2SUCC7dBkw6DnSrpOgISSK02c4iHNq0G3Uc6R4Fu3cR6BfEFGd7_AxJ9Wgo-5R46ggDCNpxGmKf7HHu8OFQvRBBce-NkfB8LVjLfC0qCTINHmXkGMY4oyVQd8qyCX8F2giN5mnhxbb/s320/BLISS-ALICE.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605011412271807362" />Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-80503801748889868982011-05-10T01:50:00.000-07:002011-05-10T01:58:20.367-07:00Yeah It's Natsu!<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihPy9lMhrNHYWaOKHrMrzYFv_dyRIpVpikiRA8GouvckmZnhUnK3Kuw92Pewl3g3VdKAjhsSTdVgbn2dc2T1wrww3yUcgfACRx1qQ33prg3dLBagUoZrOLrOYrdfZ4ixJrn0bOrCkRRUa/s320/Top.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605008766658481922" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBzYaTGRsjLFW1jniACwqeNZ9Z6GAM7BfvhRzzZY5sZ3uE1vd4A61HtXTTDSqyoTPOEBBSMs7dJVnKm9Prk_sNCpEPDxd8K1JQLqpg0Wir6ByCAAYBLogs0OYD4kx7jdnZH6_7xhr-3LT/s1600/NATSUGlitters.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBzYaTGRsjLFW1jniACwqeNZ9Z6GAM7BfvhRzzZY5sZ3uE1vd4A61HtXTTDSqyoTPOEBBSMs7dJVnKm9Prk_sNCpEPDxd8K1JQLqpg0Wir6ByCAAYBLogs0OYD4kx7jdnZH6_7xhr-3LT/s320/NATSUGlitters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605008767679413714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-76136463410327797372011-05-10T01:49:00.000-07:002011-05-10T02:11:49.726-07:00LineArt Tutorial<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxCCu4xpMrCx_0GZ0c7h01TqTr6lm1-AtgQ69gNuk7B2MYB_US-2Pe7xpthgrKixRLI1lxMMiRzUTiPcpCKZQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-33589584642726492842011-05-10T01:47:00.000-07:002011-05-10T01:48:20.017-07:00People are cartoons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBWW9B7B1x5KSWvtpfHQ4ds07TX3qLaA_l17D95OPc_xlEjaysjNuXukbOch127uwNsRO2-fwsiM-_N3-nTTie8cjhMO4w3ZaXHCoV3OokCCR3h6xGe17q1MiExdzxYc-j3y00k4b5loA/s1600/TIMMY+Lineart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBWW9B7B1x5KSWvtpfHQ4ds07TX3qLaA_l17D95OPc_xlEjaysjNuXukbOch127uwNsRO2-fwsiM-_N3-nTTie8cjhMO4w3ZaXHCoV3OokCCR3h6xGe17q1MiExdzxYc-j3y00k4b5loA/s320/TIMMY+Lineart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605006578637209410" /></a>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-75657023478192626602011-05-10T01:44:00.000-07:002011-05-10T01:45:29.890-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXEBIcUrofqR34QzD5SL5rA7svmgm64VWlZ1syrNDGAcL_E0qCQSAr64QSZLh9WS9-68Qy-XlrpTAESxk-_MKvVfGBP1omB7zwqXbmcqmyBwwM0apsHfSGPgu8ybE8AeafHbuHYp_yhna/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXEBIcUrofqR34QzD5SL5rA7svmgm64VWlZ1syrNDGAcL_E0qCQSAr64QSZLh9WS9-68Qy-XlrpTAESxk-_MKvVfGBP1omB7zwqXbmcqmyBwwM0apsHfSGPgu8ybE8AeafHbuHYp_yhna/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605005759882121122" /></a>Just some random art that I did as an example for my LineArt tutorialArchangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-68410965254371283802011-05-10T01:38:00.001-07:002011-05-10T01:39:24.384-07:00First digital art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2w1NaeshGiPohrUiB67KZuf8cQzJ-ErN0scqBbA80rTp7soh5AuoF1NZ_mjkgNFzy63Mw99TbKRSjaha2btoZ-0qspfaRXUNTL5XE28IFlhlyXtpR1LGCOykfTfsHoGcoWwMO0TNjxtI/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2w1NaeshGiPohrUiB67KZuf8cQzJ-ErN0scqBbA80rTp7soh5AuoF1NZ_mjkgNFzy63Mw99TbKRSjaha2btoZ-0qspfaRXUNTL5XE28IFlhlyXtpR1LGCOykfTfsHoGcoWwMO0TNjxtI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605004266447789634" /></a>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-47066600906473602742011-04-12T23:28:00.000-07:002011-04-12T23:33:46.422-07:00Don't Mind ThisJust needed a place where I can post my animated avatar<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw8H-0gIEp7kh_XCKWlIdX3LG-TEbEJdUVi6KpQl1vawUC4iLMZfMrwe8MlE34ByE0Wm0SCzHCDkT1K-HPGSg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-88539868488835513142011-03-14T06:33:00.001-07:002011-08-19T05:24:49.078-07:00Jack Of All Trades<span class="Apple-style-span">Truthfully speaking, I am a lazy ass and even having to write this down, it took me days to finish it because I can really lose my mood in an instant. And no I am not obese. I may have a boooooooooring lifestyle but.....well, I do get to follow the trends anyway.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So the title is Jack of All Trades (I know you read it). It means a master of none (and yes I know you already know what it means but it's for 'other' people). I am so good at this. You have played Sims right? When you create a character, you choose your zodiac then the aspiration. I always choose Jack of All Trades. Seriously, this game becomes easy then since your Sim can do almost everything pretty good. But this actually contradicts what the aspiration implies. The SIM can be an expert at something. If I were to stand before the creator of Sims I'd have him edit that part of the aspiration and have him make it off limits on the expert level. But of course no one would choose that type then, right?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So let's cut this butt-in issue out. I am the best JOAT there is. I may not know a lot of things but I have the wisdom. Because knowledge and wisdom are two different things. Knowledge is knowing or having details about a certain thing especially its existence and wisdom is knowing how to do things and how it works. And yes I get to know how things work because I watch other people do it. When I watch them I absorb them. I try to learn by observing and when I get to that place, I do what I have seen them doing. That's how I am. I know how to do it but I don't research about it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I love anime. I love it so much I dream of being a great artist and making my own manga. I even thought of creating an anime, have ABS buy it and show it then I'll be swimming in $$$. But I only said dreamed and thought of it. So I actually started tracing anything that is anime. I kept tracing and tracing until I get to memorize them that I didn't need to trace. Now I know where I should drag my pencil. But that's all I could do. I could draw. I draw good, but not great. Same with playing the piano. I'm a fast learner. I don't need to read the keys. Just let me watch you play. Let me see the keys you're pressing. Do it a few times then later you'll see me playing, but I can't read the notes. The same thing goes with the guitar. Then my mom asked me to reverse the car because my brother didn't use it and our neighbor had to park her car. So I watched 'How to Reverse your Car Tutorial on Youtube twice. Yes I did manage to reverse it but only a little because I love Toyang (since she's a Toyota) and I don't want to bump her ass on the wall. I still asked my neighbor's son who was 16 yrs old (4 yrs younger than me) to do it. Damn he gets a better life ahead of him just because of that. Then I was a dancer in a performing arts club in high school. We went through a lot and we were climbing the top. But high school had to end and college had to come. I thought it would be fun because of all the organizations they introduced during the orientation but NOOOOO. Those orgs were just for show. They were actually inactive. Except for the dance org but then the instructors were students and the students were....hmmm I'll put it this way. I wanted to drag them till they emblazed (Miss, you are so mean). Oops! I mean they are too harsh! They turned it into a boot camp that I feel sorry for the lower years. And so I stopped resulting to not climbing to the top anymore.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So yes I'm a fast learner. I'm talented and creative. But those are just adjectives. They only describe me. Sometimes I blame money. Because to be an expert you have to spend to learn it. Yeah you can do self-study. But who wants to study alone (I certainly wanna have a cute guy learning with me). Actually it's M-O-N-E-Y. Damn it.</span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-56179239654405247092011-03-13T09:44:00.000-07:002011-08-19T05:30:08.433-07:00Overlapping Misdeeds<span class="Apple-style-span">When I was in high school. Everyone treated me like I was 'Ms. Popularity'. I wasn't all that good-looking sweetheart. There were only a few of us in school which allows us to really get to know everyone who attended that school. So I was popular because I was pretty both inside and out. And I never thought that the thing that I was giving was the very thing that had eaten me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I was in love with a guy for years! And the jealousy was devouring my 'good' heart. Groups have been created within the class and people talk behind other peoples' backs. All because of that deadly sin. But I wasn't purely evil. I knew how to say sorry. I still knew how to be kind. And at one point, I stopped. And I thought it would be over then. Jealousy left and I got what I've wanted. But I realized I wasn't happy with him. So I left only to realize that I let go of someone who really mattered and that it was all too late. After confirming that there really was no way of getting what I had, everything became dark. Victims have fallen into my grudge, and they clung onto me poorly. Yet I easily let go of them. Many had come to hate me, for the 'bitch' I was. The queen who had played with hearts and would even step on her best friend just so she can have it her way. Yes, I was the 'ice queen', the 'evil witch', the 'slut'. And I lost friends. But I noticed that not all had left me. They still loved me no matter how big my flaws. They stayed. And who were they? They were everyone. Everyone still accepted me. They may have held a grudge against me, but they try to shove it off and place it aside. They tried to be the family they are to me. And they hurt me most for they were the closest and I too hurt them more than most of it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I have come to realize all of this, now that I am a college graduate. Now that I am starting to work. I see now. Why being awake at midnight is not really a helpful time but the most reminiscing hour. Emotions tend to overcome me. I get to remember who I was before and I have come to understand why I am like this right now. Why I hate Valentines so much. Why I hate seeing couples doodling with each other. Why I hate hearing the word 'love'.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And now when I am in most need of it. It will not come find me. It will not come near. For I am blinded by pride. For I am held back by standards. For I am threatened by my own feelings. What if the same thing will happen? Just like when I was in high school...</span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-57772078805932495912011-03-13T07:55:00.000-07:002011-03-13T08:44:58.590-07:00Karma Fudge Off!<span class="Apple-style-span" >Karma really knows where to hit you. And the moment it bites you, damn I get so frustrated and stressed out even though I know that there's nothing to worry about especially if you still have to do it tomorrow.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >My brother and I went to church at 6PM. There were a lot of people as usual since the Phils. is such a religious country. I don't know why but I know I should have listened yet I preferred to wander my mind off to lover's lane. I am really regretting not listening to God while he was talking to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I talked to my mom a little later after we arrived home and at first she was asking us how we were doing. I was planning not to go to PNA tomorrow since the house was such a mess and I wanted to do some general cleaning. But my mom said that I should hurry up and go there and that my dad will get angry. That's the first stress; that they want me to HURRY up. I'm just beginning. I'm just entering the WORK LIFE and they want me to HURRY UP! It just pisses me off! I'm not a robot or Ms. Perfect. I have to touch things and look at them for a long time so I can get used to them and they want me to do it the fast way. Second, I told my mom I was going to commute to PNA but noooo. She was too worried about me that something might happen to me and that my brother should drop me their. The 2nd stress: My brother needs to go to work in a far far place called McKinley or whatever it is. And I need to learn how to get there. So my mother and brother argued then my mom decided that I should just take my Red Cross training at City Hall which is closer. Third, I know Pedro Gil and PGH but I don't know if it's Taft already or what. I can take the bus and then go to Taft but I wouldn't know if it's already Taft because I rarely go there. It's not in my area and that's the 3rd stress. But I thought of an idea. Why don't I just call PNA tomorrow and ask them about it? I don't have to go there then. But there was this mail thingy where you can just send an e-mail to them so I sent one. The problem is, which is stress 4: I couldn't access my e-add because yahoo is crashing and loads so freaking slow! And I even asked my trustworthy friend to help but we failed miserably. Oh no I FAILED again xD It seems that I am getting good at this. Somehow I started having this feeling that I wanted to cry but then I realized, cry about what?! It would be too childish so I just prayed and said sorry for not listening and that I was sorry for acting like what I did towards my mom and that I should remain cheerful and optimistic like my classmate, Lee. And after that, I felt better than ever! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thank you Lord for making me a strong woman....well physically and spiritually haha! And now I have nothing to worry and I have learned my lesson. I shall not imagine while I am in church. Bow!</span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-13654904923819516792011-01-22T11:09:00.000-08:002011-08-19T05:16:25.631-07:00Farewell 2010<span class="Apple-style-span">I don't know what to say about 2010. Actually I didn't want to remember those numbers. I wanted to leave it all behind. Though there were also a lot of things that happened. I'm sad to say that I barely remember all those good things. Probably because it has been overlapped by all of the worst things that have ever occurred to me. And to this day, seeing my friends and how their doing just makes it hard for me to move on.
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The last year of college was the most memorable yet the most distressing segment of my life. I was stupid and I admit that I never was the emotional type. I consider myself selfish and would only have to satisfy myself. Frankly speaking, I wasn't content with the company of my section and that there are a chosen few whom I am comfortable with. H3 is what I would call my place of zen. As long as I was within this group, I felt safe. We may even had a lot of conflicts but we always sticked together not because we literally were stuck with one another but because we loved it just the way it is. And this is one of the fabulous entity that I have treasured well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Actually, 2010 is the most depressing year for me. I despised it. Or rather, I despised myself. Everything about me was bemoaning. <span class="Apple-style-span">Because 2010 was the year of my <span class="Apple-style-span">FAILURE</span>.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I didn't concentrate on my studies due to the detestable atmosphere of my boring and vexing school. I blame myself after all these years that I could have stopped and walked another path. I just hated almost everything about it. Not all, but almost. I couldn't find what I was looking for yet I continued to struggle through my chosen college field.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">When I was in high school I imagined that college would be thrilling and efficacious. I should have known better. But then I was raised in a world where innocence is accepted and safe rather than being smart and witty because seriously we didn't need it in my place. What we needed was pure escapade. Yes with no need for permission. I even dreamed of joining a volleyball team and be a varsity. Just like those players I watch on TV. What always caught my eye was UST. But unfortunately I didn't pass the entrance exam so I had to end up in FEU, my 2nd choice. And yes I took up nursing, another 2nd choice of mine. I even planned on joining the theater or performing arts club or even the glee club. I was so enthusiastic.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span">So I arrived college and was so excited that I prepared everyday to impress my classmates. I tried so hard everyday that I would even review during the holidays. I was excited, charged and inspired. I even applied for the "interesting" clubs but being damned, I think, they just took our 20php as membership fee. After paying they never contacted us again. And as years passed by I realized that there were no clubs actively existing at all. What an ass stake was that. I was so disappointed. Furthermore, to continue maiming me our section had to be dissolved! As in separated from one another like siblings being sent to different orphanages individually! I hated it so much not because I'd be detached from my close friends but from my one and only inspiration! And yes it had a great impact on me. Us friends grew apart slowly and whenever we get to see each other all we could do was say hi and bye. After that, things turned to get ugly. I was losing the enthusiasm I had within me. I was lonely, and very lonely.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So it went on till I got away from that school up until I took my first board exam. Yes I stayed like that. And what did it bring me? Nothing but depression itself. I failed and continued to fail myself and everyone who believed in me. I under-appreciated myself.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But you know what? It's a good thing though. It became an eye-opener for me. Experience really is the golden teacher. And because of it I became closer to the one Gold that I had my entire life yet I refused to acknowledge Him because I didn't believe enough.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">These FAILURES brought me closer to God. And everyday I would find myself talking to him before I sleep and sometimes as I wake up. I pray to Him and thank Him for all the blessings he has bestowed upon me even a little one i.e. When I thought I misplaced the ring my Mom gave me it was just under those pile of review books. I got scared and little by little I felt sensitive to feelings. I wasn't "manhid" anymore. I was aware of what the consequences will bring me. But what made it incomplete was, I didn't feel the spirit of Christmas or the welcoming of New Year. For I had to go abroad, where I didn't know a lot of people and where fireworks weren't allowed. It felt like ordinary holidays. It made me unsafe and unprotected. Like I was not blessed with a good luck charm. The year thus became incomplete for me. I tell you, being in the country where I am right now isn't peaceful. It's depressing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So my 2010. I call it "The Year of Faith in Failure".</span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-66322820132016762062010-11-12T08:59:00.000-08:002010-11-12T09:11:27.663-08:00One Word Only<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You are: Lazy<br />You like: Chocolates<br />What do you like the most about earth: Nature<br />Name one friend you would eat for 1,000,000$: Pein<br />Would you kill a dog for 1 million dollars: Pugs</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yes or no:<br />Live with your parents? yes<br />own YOUR car: no<br />Have more than 100$ in your wallet? no<br />Seen someone get killed\or die infront of you: no<br />Been raped? NO<br />have siblings? yes</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Put an x to everything tht is true:<br />Have you ever…<br />[] Fantisised about your teacher?<br />[x] Wanted to kill someone?<br />[x] Stuck your gum under a table<br />[x] told a friend that you were doing something else with your family, even though you had already promised them to do something with them?<br />[x] said i love you, and actually felt it<br />[x] called someone a slut<br />[x] been called a slut<br />[] faked to be handicap juss to be in those handicap parkings?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you are naturally;<br />[] Blonde<br />[] Brunette<br />[] red head<br />[x] Other-black head? haha black-haired</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Answer these questions:<br />What should you be doing right now? SLEEPING<br />Where would you want to be right now? OMAN<br />What’s your goal in life? MONEY $$$<br />would you like to be a taxi driver? NO<br />Have you ever spent a whole day on the search of the perfect bumper sticker for your friend? NO<br />Worst memory of school? SORRY CEREMONY<br />Who’s your worst enemy? MYSELF<br />Whats your worst fear? DISEASES<br />ever laughed so hard that you peed? YES<br />Have you ever ate and then puked it out on purpose? YES<br />ever been so drunk that you felt numb? YES!<br />Ever cut yourself? YES<br />Had gossip written about you on the bathroom wall? NOPE<br />Do you like yourself? NOOAAHYEAHHH<br />Are you conceited? I THINK<br />Do you like men, or women? M.E.N.<br />Has anybody ever thought you were a homo? MAYBE<br />Are you a homo? NO<br />are you single? YES<br />if not, Are you married? NO<br />Are you secretly in love? NO<br />Do you have a diary? YES<br />Have you ever stayed in the shower for more than 1 hour? YES<br />Do you sing in the shower? YES<br />Two Facebook Accounts? YES<br />Do you own a laptop? YES<br />do you own a camera? YES<br />been to facebooknotes.net? YES<br />How’s the weather? BREEZY<br />What season are we? ALWAYSSUMMER<br />What would you like to be later on in life? RICH<br />Had pornstar ever came to your mind? O.o<br />What sign are you? ARIES<br />Are you gay-phobic? NO<br />What’s your pet peeve? (something you cant stand?) FLIRTS<br />If you have to pee and there’s only a sani-vac will you hold it in until home? YES<br />Do you wear braces? NO<br />Do you wear glasses? NO<br />Favourite song? BILLIONAIRE<br />Song stuck in your head? (not the same song) THE WRITER<br />Last book you read? SASSY GIRL<br />Favourite disney princess: MULAN</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Spell your name with your favourite movies:<br />A-VATAR</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">N-AKED GUN</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">G-REMLINS</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">E-RAGON</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">L-EGION</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">favourite tv show? Ellen<br />name me your two bestfriends? Mary,Teng<br />Have you every used any sex toy? No<br />are you a virgin? Yes<br />Are you religious? Yes<br />How old are you? 20<br />are you a man? No<br />if so, have you hit puberty yet? Yes<br />Do you moan in the shower like in those Herbal Essence commercials? Sometimes<br />Ever fallen asleep in the shower? No<br />Ever took a piss in the shower? Yes</span></span></p></span>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-47093512041806885762010-11-12T08:42:00.000-08:002010-11-12T08:57:47.032-08:00Girl Confessions<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. What is your name?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-Angel</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. Do you enjoy drama?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-No it totally sucks</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">3. Are you a girly girl?:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Sometimes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">4. Who was the last person you hugged?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-My mom</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">5. Small or large purses?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Large</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">6. Are you short?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Y.E.S.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">7. Do you like somebody?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-A little yes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">8. What would you do if someone smacked your butt?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-I'd pluck that someone's eyeballs</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">9. Do you care if your socks are dirty?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Yes I really really do</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">10. Do you dress up on Halloween?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-If you're talking about with prize money then definitely</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">11. Are you double jointed?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Am I what?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">12. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-The bathroom</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">13. Has anyone touched/smacked your butt in the past 24 hours?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Yes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">15. Do you call anybody by their last name?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-A lot of anybodies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">16. How many guys will read this just because it says “Girl Confessions”?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Anyone curious about me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">“X” Marks the Spot:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">[x] I do wear make up<br />[ ] I have cried at a movie theater.<br />[x] I can put mascara on without opening my mouth.<br />[x] I get jealous.<br />[ ] I think Johnny Depp is sexy.<br />[x] I love to laugh.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">[ ] I like death/grind/black metal.<br />[ ] I like rap.<br />[ ] I like country<br />[x] I carry a purse.<br />[x] I’d be lost without my computer.<br />[ ] I own a Spice Girls CD.<br />[ ] I own a Britney Spears CD.<br />[ ] I own a boy band CD.<br />[x] I get bored watching football.<br />[ ] I’ve never been called a spoiled brat.<br />[x] Guys are confusing.<br />[ ] I’ve been called a bad influence.<br />[ ] I have/had a piercing other than my ears.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">17. What color is your bra that your wearing?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Right now? braless</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">18. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?:</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Dark. I think it's sexy</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">19. Are you currently frustrated with a boy?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-2 weeks ago but not now</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">20. Do you have a best friend(s)?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Yes, countable</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">21. Have you ever had your heart broken?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-yeaaaahhh</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">22. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Nope</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">23. Do you like your life?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Not for now</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">24. Has one of your friends ever stolen a boyfriend from you?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-I don't think I had a decent bf that anyone would care</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">25. Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Yes...well pushed actually</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">26. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Girls</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">27. How long have you had Facebook?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-3 yrs haha</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">28. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face? </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Once</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">29. What are your biggest fears?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Illness</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">30. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yes, tantrums if you ask me</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">31. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-YES</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">32. Do you believe in the saying “once a cheater, always a<br />cheater”?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Nah</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">33. Have you ever had a good feeling about something?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Yeh</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">34. Do you ever wish you were famous?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Nooo</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">35. Are you currently missing someone?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-N.O.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This guy or that guy?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Which guy?<br />Punk/Goth or Gangster?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-NONE!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Preppy or Cowboy?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-WTF?!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Face or Body?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Both</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sweet or Sexy?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Sexeh</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well-educated or Dropout?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Duh, educated</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Armani or Abercrombie?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The F is this?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">City-slicker or Rural Guy?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-City</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Blue, Green, Grey, or Brown eyes?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Green >:)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">Contacts or Glasses?</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Both</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">More Questions.<br />36. Eyeliner or Mascara?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Eyeliner</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">37. Louis Vuitton or Dooney & Bourke?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Louis</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">38. Pumps or flats?</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Pumps</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">39. Skirts or pants?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-pants</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">40. Socks or leggings?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Leggings</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">41. Hoodies or jackets?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Hoodies</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">42. Heels or sneakers?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Heels</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">43. Straight or curly hair?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Straight</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">44. Hoop or dangling earrings?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Dangling</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">45. White or black?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>White</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">46. Victoria’s Secret or Bath and Body Works?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Victoria</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">47. Smoothies or lattes?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Smoothies</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">48. Diet or regular sodas?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Regular</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">49. Water or daiquiris?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Daiquiris</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">50. Pearls or diamonds?</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Diamonds</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">51. Vintage or boho?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Vintage</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">52. Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ashley Olsen</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">53. Lindsay or Hilary?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Lindsay</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">54. Ipod or cell phone?</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>-Ipod</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">55. Friends or family?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Family</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">56. Lip gloss or lip stick?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lipstick</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">57. Manicure or pedicure?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Manicure</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">58. Tiffany’s or Chanel?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Chanel</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">59. Love or peace?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Peace</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">60. Sunglasses or purses?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Purse</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In a girl or guy…<br />Funny or Serious?: FUnny</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Romantic or Daredevil?: Daredevil</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cute or Hot?:Hot</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dark Eyes or Light Eyes?: Dark Eyes</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Long Hair or Short Hair?:Short</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Curly Hair or Straight Hair?:Straight</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Clean-cut or Rough?:Rough</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Good Dancer or Good Singer?:Good Dancer</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Basketball Player or Football Player?:BBall</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Jock or Rebel?:Rebel</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Smoker or Non-smoker?:Non-smoker</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Druggie or Clean?:CLean</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Has a Motorcycle or Has a Sports Car?:Sport car!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Beard/Mustache or Clean-shaven?:Clean-shaven</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Younger or Older?:Older</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Player or Loyal?Loyal</span></span></p></span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-5082562063034469122010-11-12T08:05:00.001-08:002010-11-12T08:23:31.359-08:0030 People Picked From My Mind<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Peepz:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. Teng</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2.Jackie</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3.Mary</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4.Arra</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5.Chen</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6.Sablan</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7.Ivan</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8.Elaine</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9.ALaine</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10.Pein</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">11.Sarkis</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">12.Jaypee</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">13.Hannah</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">14.Teret</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">15.Timmy</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">16.Rose</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">17.Jepau</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">18.Jenafaye</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">19.Ivana</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">20.Chris</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">21.Riel</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">22.Haru</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">23.Julius</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">24.Edz</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">25.Luigi</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">26.Vince</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">27.Cis</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">28.Stem</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">29.ALeta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">30.Jerby</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Questions:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">THE QUESTIONS:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• How did you meet 10?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Through the Audition</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What would you do if you had never met 6?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well nothing I guess. I wouldn't know he exists</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What would you do if 20 and 15 dated?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Haha happy. They're both tall and smart. They'd be cute together.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• If you could marry between 6 and 14 who will it be?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will go for 6 since the other's a girl</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Did you ever like 9?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not really but I like him as a friend</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Have you ever seen 4 cry?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I think so, we were so young back then</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Would 4 and 17 make a good couple?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ahaha yes 17 would be head over heels for 4</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No I don't think so, they're both girls, but then again I'm not so sure about 1 hahaha!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Describe 8:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The best baklush ever!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Do you like 12?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yes, he's my birthmate :)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Tell me something about 17:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He's my buddy brother :D</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What’s 7’s favorite color?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">White</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well I already know that. We're twins</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• When was the last time you talked to number 15?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well that would be last month</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• How do you think 19 feels about you?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I bet she feels sad for me, not passing the exam that is</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What language does 13 speak?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hahaha medical</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Who is 2 going out with?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't know him. I've never met him</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What grade is 16 in?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SHe has finished studying already</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What is 5’s favorite music?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well generally love songs that's for sure</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Would you ever date 13?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Of course :) Then we'd be insulting each other. Our way of bonding full of laughter haha</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Is 11 single?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I believe so cuz if he's not he won't be able to fling with the ladies</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What is 10’s last name?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't actually know but it starts with 'M'</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Where does 18 live?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Northview</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What do you think about 20?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He's nice</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What is the best thing about 30?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He's a talented person with a passion for music</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What would you like to tell 14 right now?:</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I like it when she sends me quotes</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• How did you meet 9?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We were colleagues</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What is the best and worst thing about 2?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She's sweet and funny but she doesn't keep in touch anymore</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Are you going to know 3 forever?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Definitely. My lovable sister :)</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• How long have you known 26?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ever since 3rd year so almost 3 years now</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Who is 24?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My cousin</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Are you or did you ever date 2?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nope, always in a group date, so wait...I think yes then</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Do you have a crush on 27?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ahahaha nada</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Would you kiss 25?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ewww! he's my freaking brother!!!</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Have you hugged/kissed 22?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">...Freaking No way man</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Would you like to hug/kiss 21?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shit even more! o.O</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• Is 29 your gff?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ahaha not really close</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What do you hate about 23?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nothing. He's a gentleman</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">• What’s your relationship with 28?</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We're friends and my first friend in college</span></p></span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-8050949369047967722010-11-08T08:16:00.000-08:002010-11-08T08:23:55.100-08:0050 Ugly Truths About Me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. When I say "Okay lang" it really doesn't mean it's okay, just so you can be satisfied and keep quiet</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. I really don't like it when they say I'm fat. I'm really trying hard you know!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. I'm not really NBSB</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. I'm not really a good person. My thoughts can prove it</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. I liked our neighbors and since my parents weren't home I was left with my brother and I told my neighbors we didn't know where our parents were so we wanted to go with them. My parents thought it was funny when I just met them the day before that.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. Karma scares me, like really really scares me.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7. Girls can turn me on too</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8. WHen I was a kid I thought everything that I watched on TV were real-life experiences.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9. If I don't know something they talk about I don't ask, I just act like I know it too and laugh along with them. Prideful</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10. I daydream a lot, like 24/7 even when I'm asleep.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">11. I love danger. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">12. I smile because I always think about things but then I know it's creepy. I mean you see someone who's alone staring at space and smiling, wouldn't that freak you out?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">13. WHen I was little I slept overnight at a friend's house and I wet myself and since his sister's small I had to wear his brief.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">14. I hate it when we go to the store and a friend asks me magkano to? I don't even work there!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">15. I ate ice cream that fell on the ground.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">16. I stole stickers from a shop</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">17. I swear when I tell a story or when there's something wrong, but only when people around me swear too and except if ever a crush is present.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">18. I have hirsutism.....ahahaha!</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">19. I'm allergic to hot, good-looking men. When they get a meter close I have to walk away</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">20. I tend to like people easily</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">21. I'm a crybaby. When my mother says I'm stupid I cry secretly but in public, I'm numb</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">22. I don't really like nursing. I was just too lazy to find an appropriate course for me.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">23. I drowned a wounded bird in a pail of water and told my mom I was giving it a bath</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">24. People say I'm not fat-fat but when I look at the photos, it says the opposite. I wonder who's telling the truth.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">25. I thought of becoming a dermatologist but then I think it's better to just think about it. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">26. I don't like my butt. It's too....big</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">27. I love Indian accents haha. Especially when I dial the wrong number. "Did you kick my dog?"</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">28. I liked Korean looking guys before. But after teaching at a Korean center, I started liking the American type</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">29. When I was little I woke up in the middle of the night, went to the kitchen, took a frying pan, went back to bed and slept with it beside me</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">30. I want to have a baby but I don't like having my perineum cut</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">31. The first thing I look at in a guy is his butt ~_^</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">32. The second thing...his shoes.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">33. I hate it when I want to buy clothes, my mom always have to be against my taste. I hate it more when she's the one paying</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">34. Many say that if I were a guy I'd be totally hot. Meaning that I'm a girl I guess I'm not so hot</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">35. I don't like talking to patients. I rather just be asked to do things than interview them</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">36. I'm so obvious when I'm in love.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">37. I like it when people praise me. I gets stuck in my head for days</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">38. I'm really really sweet. I spoil people who are very special</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">39. I'm a sleepy person. I wake up but then after 30 mins I'm sleepy again</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">40. I don't like people who speak English...and try hard</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">41. I hated one situation when I said that 10 rows of chairs are for the students and I counted it thrice and explained it to a parent but then he said "Bilangin mo nga ulit" in a way that he was expecting me to be wrong and I counted and I said "10 lang po tlga"</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">42. I like to kill when I just met someone and at the end of the day he sends me msgs with muah at the end</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">43. I can't wait to give my love to someone</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">44. When I buy a book I read the back cover then the ending.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">45.I always leave things to be done for tomorrow</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">46. Jason Statham! Damn I am loving every bit of his body</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">47.When I like someone I let him know by letting others do the job of embarrassing me intentionally</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">48. I'm really really really madamot when it comes to food</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">49. I practice making my voice sound like Pink. I love the hoarse tune</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">50. Kaliwali. I always say that when I feel I'm going to mess up. And I end up messing up all day</span></span></p></span>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-9014176961825167972010-10-29T09:49:00.000-07:002010-10-29T09:59:16.301-07:00STUPIDITY MESSAGING<span class="Apple-style-span" >Okay so I was really into my studying. I almost forgot about everyone and my Facebook. I was so into my world but at times he popped in my head, well occassionally...okay I think all of the time except when I'm into Saunders. Then my heart skipped a beat but I tried to get back to my reading but couldn't contain myself so I decided to text my friend while studying. I told her that I really was in love with him and I asked how she was doing. Of course I was thinking of him that when I sent the message I unknowingly clicked his number! I didn't realize what I had done until I received a message from him telling me that it was a wrong send and of course he was curious he kept bugging me how this guy is that I am so in love with. I wasn't ready! I had no plans of telling him! But my friend told me to tell him since I've already leaked the hint myself. So I did what she told me. He replied like he didn't know but I knew he was pretending to be surprised. I was really obvious anyway and it made me really sucky -_-. He told me not to be shy and it's not like I'm 'others'. I really didn't want to text much because I was still having skipping heartbeat so I had to say goodnight and I definitely got panda eyes O.O</span>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-15613719498274724742010-10-29T09:30:00.001-07:002010-10-29T09:49:16.401-07:00Just A Name<span class="Apple-style-span" >He started calling me something. It was the best pet name he's given me. It started when my friend and I went to his dorm. My friend kept teasing us so we decided to play along, teaming up against but then the teasing ends up with me being squished by the two of them. We acted like we had a secret relationship though it really didn't mean anything. Then I was surprised because I thought we would only call each other 'that' when it was just the 3 of us. I was walking down the hallway and he calls me 'that'. I was surprised and I could feel my cheeks burning. I was not ready for that. Not really expected it.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But I didn't call him the same thing. I felt awkward and weird. Like mushy all around. I used other names. We have a lot of names for each other. But he sticked to 'that'. I never really got over it and I even the loved the way he uses 'that' to call me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The results weren't out yet so I still got to have loads of fun. We had a batch party and he was the organizer at this 'Manor'. I was unsure because it was raining hard and I had no idea how to get there. Good thing the rain stopped and my brother was so good he offered to drop me there :) So we partied all night. Of course I got to dance with him, arm around my waist and...shit, I hate being lovey dovey. Well we were just having fun. He had to entertain his guests so we didn't really get to spend time together. Definitely the night's gotta end. It was 4AM and I was still dancing when this guy got a hold of me and turned me around making me face him. Said his name was Kevin. Looking good like Italiano. He wanted me to join him at their table but I said I prefer the dance floor. He asked for my number and I turned him down. Tsk, he really looked good and I loved his accent. I didn't want him to see that but he did see that I guy was talking to me. He calls me 'that' in front of others but with his brothers he calls me 'this'. BUMMER. He even made me entertain his brother. Cool and I had fun with him haha cute even. Then we were about to get home and he asked me if I enjoyed the night and I really did have fun. He said he'd pay me back some other time because he really didn't get to entertain me. But still, I enjoyed more than enough. :D</span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-50080622814450106442010-10-28T10:20:00.000-07:002010-10-29T09:30:13.605-07:00Forgetting Is A MustIt's been 7 months since I've written about anything that has happened to me. I've been skipping chapters and I don't want to forget them no matter how stupid they played. Today is Oct 25, 2010 and I'm taking a break from my review. Actually I've been having a lot of breaks but hopefully I get to finish the whole book. You see, I failed the Nursing Licensure Exam so I have to retake on Dec 19,20. I have so little time left and don't really feel confident. I want to do better this time. I'm a dreamer and an ambitious one at that. I wonder how it feels like to be in Top 10?<div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I know I've been liking a lot of guys and sometimes I even wonder why cause when I take a second look at them I don't see any reason why. I know "how mean Angel". But no matter who it is that I like, I would always go back to one person. Every time I walk by he never fails to greet me, calling me a lot of names though not insulting. I kind of liked it. He calls me names that describe me and it somehow makes me feel special though I know it's just a joke. He never forgets to say hi or tease me. Some of my friends thinks he's like a Greek God and they are so surprised I know him. It's not like he's a celebrity. Whatever. We stopped texting ever since 2nd half of 2nd year college. Why? Because I hated the fact that we weren't classmates anymore. Because he's F and I'm H. Because I rarely get to see him and makes it hard for me to reach him. I wanted to forget about him because I knew I never had the chance. But I never realized how close we were before. So I stopped texting. I didn't see it coming, the day that I would regret ever doing that I tried to hate him. But at that time, I just really wanted to forget him. I was granted that wish but I have betrayed my heart. Nothing mattered to me and I grew up selfish. But with him, everything mattered, well, hyperbolically speaking. The way I look, the way I laugh, my clothes, my hair and my voice. Oh my God, I'm like Massie from 'The Clique' movie, only I'm not such a bitch, stepping on everyone. I can't believe I've been pretending in front of him. I guess I just didn't want him to be annoyed or disgusted by me. But then again I was not just being selfish but I was also being dishonest.</div><div><br /></div><div>No wonder I failed the board exam. I was busy, too busy trying to bring back the way we were in the past. Wow, I really need to grow up. We used to text all the time, sending messages and chatting online until dawn. I focused on him when there's nothing really to gain from it. So here I am stuck while the others are steps ahead of me. But I was ready for the results, only I didn't know it was so hard to change old habits.</div><div><br /></div><div>He was curious, or worried? I think if I passed the exam. I turned my phone off for a day and the next day I told him I was unlucky. He was sad, somehow. I could see from the way he texted but he encouraged me. I was happy and it meant a lot. After that, I became serious...well, somehow. I kept my phone off and started facing unread books. I told others I had left for Oman. I didn't want them to know of my plans. It would just add to the pressure. I wondered if that's what he knew too.</div><div><br /></div><div>My bestfriend told me that I have to be true because I'll be losing the chance of telling him how I feel. I was sad, almost letting a tear fall. I had no choice I asked him if he really was leaving. He said he's not sure but even so he'd still be back. Still I was sad. So he asked how I was. I told him the truth. He's special just like my bestfriend and I love to keep that connection.</div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-55480057431870645632010-10-28T09:14:00.000-07:002010-10-28T10:13:28.475-07:00No Cure For Music Addiction<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love music. My father's a musician, my mom can play the guitar and my brother has a great voice like the ones from Boyce Avenue. When I was young I would always go to my dad's gigs along with my mom and brother. I didn't really understand music at that time and I just danced playfully. But then again I was kind of boyish and preferred to play with the guys.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was grade 1 I think when I first joined the singing contest. I wasn't nervous, I was excited. I forgot what song I sang but I remember it was a Filipino song that was cute and funny that my mom taught me the moves while my dad taught me how to sing it. I won 2nd place. The 1st placer was a tough one to beat and she's been ahead of me for a long time. They call her the Black Stallion. She wasn't only good in singing but in other competitions such as story telling and declamation as well. I stuck to my singing. I only won 1st place once and I forgot what I sang. The Black Stallion had to migrate to US which leaves me a wide opportunity for fame. I lost my passion for singing since I always end up destroying one note as I sing on stage so I tried other contests where I reigned :) But still I wanted to sing. I auditioned once when I was 2nd year but I chickened out because I kept thinking what if I get one note wrong again. That would be embarrassing and teenagers don't take embarrassment well. But I tried one last time when I was in 4th year, didn't go that well but then I was sure I loved singing and I could never part with my videoke.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So what is it that I like about Music. I don't really love the music itself. I love the different voices of the singers. Especially strong steel-like voices. I could never stop myself from listening. Pink is my all-time favorite. I love her gruffy voice when she hits the high notes. It's pure rock and kick ass! It makes my blood hot and running and I always end up slamming in my room. Kelly Clarkson. She's the reason I stashed Pink but only for a while. She has this strong voice that can never be broken and extremely high that I'd have to cut my throat to reach it. The best one was 'Behind These Hazel Eyes'. I sang that during the Battle of the Bands. Damn, it gave us the trophy of the champions! In your face official school band who think they're the only ones with the band talent! That was the best day especially when I saw them sulking their heads. Priceless! Anyway I also love Taylor Swift, her sweet, sultry ( I think) voice relaxes my heart and mind. I love her lyrics and how her song is interpreted. It really speaks to you, meaning her songs can really reach to you. Then there's Katy Perry. I didn't like her at first but when I heard her Thinking Of You wow, I can't stop listening to it because I can really relate to it. Then I heard the 'Firework' song and that's when I really started loving her. Of course there's also Rihana and Kesha and a lot more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I was riding in my cousin's car and we were on our way to the mall. I saw this guy with headphones and a t-shirt that says 'There is no cure for music addiction'. I tried thinking and what the heck. Who would want to cure music addiction? If love is the spark of life, music is the treatment to life wrecked by love.</span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-80939829981534512222010-10-28T08:57:00.000-07:002010-10-28T09:07:13.000-07:00Ovum + Sperm = ME<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "> I wake up at indefinite times but usually mornings and usually I have eggs and fried rice </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">waiting for me but ever since I returned to my home country I end up cooking them myself. I start</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">my day eating and staring into space then when somebody turns on the TV I stare at it instead of</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">space. Usually I hate eating before going to school, it makes me really sleepy. Sleepy like I just woke</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">up and I want to close my eyes again. I'm a sleepy person, I can fall asleep absolutely anywhere</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">as long as there isn't dead feet I'm smelling.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My mom's Rhea the Titan and my dad is Kronos. Yeah I saved a lot of kids from being their</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">parents. My dad loves spoiling me and my mom sure does love nagging me. But I love them both!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">I used to spend my vacation going to the deserts and loving every bit of technology they have there.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">Of course I rode the camel once and I say, better than horses. I love the desert. It's quiet and</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">peaceful and of course I'm sure it is because that's where most of the 'terror' are. It's where they</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">live so as long as you stitch your mouth shut and smile innocently, you're a veggie in feast, left</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">unnoticed. I also have a brother who is like Paul Blart from Mall Cop but not so really.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It's already 12:02 AM and I'm supposed to be sleeping right now because I have to wake up</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">early tomorrow to turn off my alarm and go back to sleep and wake up again to cook breakfast,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">watch a little of NCIS and hesitantly go to my room and meet up with Saunders. Believe me it's</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">lovely the thought of being a nurse, saving lives and everything but the process of being one! It</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; ">pisses me off. I lack the passion and have no inspiration and it's keeping me from getting my</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">license! I just failed July and I'm taking again this December and I swear if I don't get it again for</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">Christmas...well there's still another July. I'm hoping and PRAYING it doesn't come to that....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">seriously. SO yeah, I'm stuck right now with Saunders and I'm planting every bit of information</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">in my head. I'm done with pregnant mothers and crying babies and now I'm left with a pissed off</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">body because it's not functioning well especially cancer which took me almost a week to finish.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">You may be wondering why I'm in front of the computer when I could have spent this time</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">tiring myself out from reviewing rather than typing here. Yeah I thought about that too but, well</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;">I really am stubborn am I not?</span></span></div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121273291110124200.post-43894914650964661632010-06-16T08:47:00.000-07:002010-06-16T09:48:55.191-07:00TrancedSometimes I don't understand myself. It's not that I'm not consistent or that I just get tired of things so easily especially when matters don't go my way. But I can't seem to dig in the explanation of why I just can't get tired of you.<div><br /></div><div>The past 2 years I get to live by so peacefully. I mean the thought of you never even crossed my mind. I don't know how I even got over you before we became 2nd year college students. I don't even know why we stopped sending each other text messages. I mean, that didn't even matter at all. The way you vanished wasn't a big deal to me and I didn't even care. Then I would pass through the hallways and see you and just like a daily routine, you'd be the first to greet me. You never call me by my name. I don't remember you calling me by my name. You always had a name for me and I was happy because I felt like we had a special connection; because you were the only one who would call me by those names. It never stops, every time I walk pass you, you never fail to notice me and that made me happy though at that time I didn't really notice it. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I had to be excited. I've been waiting for a long time to see you take the stage. I was not an outgoing person. You would ask me to go out with you for a casual day and I would always find an excuse. I don't know if I was just too shy or just stupid to make a move. I realized after a long time that I've been given a lot of opportunities and I just pushed them away, I pushed you away. Now I know it's all my fault.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I took my video cam and searched for a good spot. I didn't even care if there were people behind me. I was determined to get a good record of your performance. I was so excited. Then I heard the music and I could feel my heart beat so hard as I wait for you to come out. Then there you were, wearing an innocent-colored jacket dancing so humbly. I stopped breathing. My mouth was slightly open. I was totally blown away. I felt......squiggly? LOL</div><div>Then it was my turn to take the stage. I was somehow nervous but I had control. I've been performing on stage for a long time, but this one was different. It was like I needed to perform better, because I knew (at feeling ko lang naman) that you were also waiting, that you'd watch me. So I did my best. For the first time, I danced without having to think of what step I should do next. I had the expressions, the emotions. It was like I was auditioning for something when all I really wanted was for you to notice me. Then as the program came to an end. I had forgotten about you.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it didn't last long. After transferring the video files I watched my section perform. Then beside the file was your section's video. I didn't watch it, I was scared. I don't know, it's like I felt something heavy that made me turn off my laptop and go to sleep. I just shove the thought of you off my mind.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then days passed and there are times that I would think about you but then it was just about the way how you danced that night. But I never thought that things would change so fast; I mean my feelings would change so fast.</div>Archangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09200555458078659938noreply@blogger.com0