<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:45:29.456+09:00</updated><category term='workshop'/><category term='thursday'/><category term='bad luck'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='family problem'/><category term='teenage'/><category term='crush'/><category term='karma'/><category term='courage'/><category term='thieves'/><category term='April Review'/><category term='notebooks'/><category term='david archuleta'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='school'/><category term='stole'/><category term='time'/><category term='summer'/><category term='April'/><category term='Days'/><category term='failures'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='love'/><category term='dance'/><category term='wednesday'/><category term='Daily Planner'/><title type='text'>aZuRe</title><subtitle type='html'>When everything seems to fall apart, I know how it feels. :D Enjoy my BLoG~!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-6757776202998320392</id><published>2009-09-12T13:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:23:42.138+09:00</updated><title type='text'>NewsFlash: What FanFic Blog?</title><content type='html'>Yes, watch out for a FanFic Blog. I'm going to build one... so, please support me especially to all my fellow fanfic writers. Hehe. Just announcing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gush! I was hoping my computer to be fixed last week(S). AmF! But NnNnNoOoOo!!!! Hmpft! I have to 'wait'! Can you believe it? So, please wait for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go... I'm just letting you know I'm still alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-6757776202998320392?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6757776202998320392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=6757776202998320392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6757776202998320392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6757776202998320392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/09/newsflash-what-fanfic-blog.html' title='NewsFlash: What FanFic Blog?'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-6921369926006507160</id><published>2009-08-26T16:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:26:24.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah!</title><content type='html'>No... My stupid computer is not yet fixed.... Hmpft! Just updating again. So, today we had our NCAE. Well, I was overwhelmed when I saw that the Math part there was actually easy. Ha! So, Anyway, It doesn't matter. It's already done. I'll go get that technician right away! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I added some gadgets..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-6921369926006507160?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6921369926006507160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=6921369926006507160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6921369926006507160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6921369926006507160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah.html' title='Woah!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-8928136590264311588</id><published>2009-08-22T17:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:07:07.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave The Total Mess Behind!</title><content type='html'>Ok... So, my computer is still flunking up. I don't know the hell what is happening with my darn computer so I happen to be checking my social net life in Tempo's computer. Uhm, meaning? I'm checking my super brilliant life every week. Great? Na-ah! Hmpft! Talk about... shit! What's up with the world right now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! How about a quick udate in my life... My enemies starts being my friends, and my peers starts to be my foes. Mmm. Did I suddenly pick the "Wheel Of Fortune" card? Cause I don't actually like it. So... WHTVR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so, anyway... I'll update you again... sooner or later..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-8928136590264311588?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8928136590264311588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=8928136590264311588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/8928136590264311588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/8928136590264311588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/08/leave-total-mess-behind.html' title='Leave The Total Mess Behind!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-7748801033023370840</id><published>2009-08-08T12:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:56:47.836+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity Strikes!</title><content type='html'>StupidIty strikes MY COMPUTER. Like OMG! My internet just flunked up! Can you believe the darn thing! I can't update you in my latest things, news and events! haha! But talk about, having fun without the internet. It's actually "OK". For some reason it cracks me up to know that nowadays, people are overreacting about &lt;em&gt;'can't live without the cellphone or the computer' &lt;/em&gt;issue. But I have proven that you actually can live without them..... well, for a week or so. I'll update you soon, ok? Thanks for the commet Aisha! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Danikz^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-7748801033023370840?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7748801033023370840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=7748801033023370840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7748801033023370840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7748801033023370840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupidity-strikes.html' title='Stupidity Strikes!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-8726876431165478242</id><published>2009-06-15T23:43:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:23:57.786+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My First But My Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Today was my "First Day" in school. And thankfully, it's my last 'first day in high school'. Geez! I'm a senior student! It took me three years here, as well as the others. I can't wait to end high school. Why? Well, So I can have&lt;strong&gt; a job&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;(hopefully)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a car&lt;/strong&gt;, a&lt;strong&gt; boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (if permitted by parents)&lt;/em&gt;, and my &lt;strong&gt;own laptop&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So, anyway, what happened in school? Hmm. In going to school, it rained. Pretty hard. I even thought I was going to be late... but no, I wasn't. In going to my classroom, I was greeted by John Rei Enriquez, surprisingly! Then, my old classmates followed. After that, I entered the building, walked right up to the fourth floor and... waited. The classrooms are still locked. BUT! GOOD NEWS! We have a huge aircon ready to be opened in front! Sooo cool! So blah, blah, blah... We had the SBC tradition of having an orientation... The SBC clap/yell. A performance by the PAO&lt;em&gt; (Performing Arts Office)&lt;/em&gt;. So, I don't know why but I felt like I was actually in "Gossip Girl". I was walking with my friend Lexley, and I don't if I'm correct but we kind of get some attention. Lower year levels "look and murmur". I don't if it's my hair that was always messy or my height or posture or whatever. But me and Lexley are sort of famous. Not that I'm bragging. She's well known to be a Taekwondo gold medalist. I'm known for my height! So yeah! It was "OK". After classes, Me and Maple, a friend, went to Tempo. I thought that my other friends were there. Gosh! But it was fine. I wasn't really that disappointed. Come to think of it... I really miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575270550534258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZnYDrT-HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b82gF01zRGY/s320/1_910656939l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, that's it for today! See ya next time! Ciao! Mwahugz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-8726876431165478242?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8726876431165478242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=8726876431165478242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/8726876431165478242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/8726876431165478242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-but-my-last.html' title='My First But My Last'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZnYDrT-HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b82gF01zRGY/s72-c/1_910656939l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-3343762396117902160</id><published>2009-06-11T19:19:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:42:12.133+09:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Gigger Boys♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZZva7zyeI/AAAAAAAAADU/NC82dMl8Nfo/s1600-h/BOYSTOWN3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560278767946210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZZva7zyeI/AAAAAAAAADU/NC82dMl8Nfo/s320/BOYSTOWN3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, by now... Filipinos are recognizing this new boy dance group, the Gigger Boys. Well, if you never ever have an idea of what I'm talking about. It only means "you're lame". Anyway, I reasearched some info about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560267821185602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZZuyJ5ekI/AAAAAAAAADM/4F7Ek-gknos/s320/1_128028025l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dino Imperial&lt;/strong&gt;, 21 y/o &lt;em&gt;(the Kuya of the group)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Enchong Dee&lt;/strong&gt;, 20 y/o&lt;em&gt; (the food tripper)&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Robi Domingo&lt;/strong&gt;,19 y/o &lt;em&gt;(the newbie)&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Sam Concepcion&lt;/strong&gt;, 16 y/o &lt;em&gt;(the most active)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;AJ Perez&lt;/strong&gt;, 16y/o&lt;em&gt; (the youngest)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Chris Gutierrez&lt;/strong&gt;, 16y/o &lt;em&gt;(the tallest and quietest)&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Arron Villaflor&lt;/strong&gt;, 18y/o &lt;em&gt;(the sporty one)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560281493832642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZZvlFtg8I/AAAAAAAAADc/dwVibMj7qI8/s320/1_567103271l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got this information from Candy Magazine. It seems they didn't have a scoop with Aaron Villaflor. Too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxLs_mrI/AAAAAAAAACs/o1OMiOMCLP4/s1600-h/DSC-4514.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347557010504129202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxLs_mrI/AAAAAAAAACs/o1OMiOMCLP4/s320/DSC-4514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Ernest Lorenzo Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Enchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; November 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've seen me in:&lt;/strong&gt; Abt Ur Luv, ASTIGS, My Girl, My Only Hope, Lastikman, Boystown, ASAP09, Palimos ng Pag-Ibig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer's favorite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; Donald Trump's Think Like a Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album/Song:&lt;/strong&gt; "Boom Boom Pow" by the Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; Ellen, ASAP, Your Song, TMZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; BFF, X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit:&lt;/strong&gt; Board shorts lang =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig out place:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing compares to my mom's home cooked meal =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWwvQu2MI/AAAAAAAAACk/r0L5pR0PvhY/s1600-h/2qc1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347557002869397698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWwvQu2MI/AAAAAAAAACk/r0L5pR0PvhY/s320/2qc1643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sam Concepcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; October 17, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've seen me in:&lt;/strong&gt; Super Inggo, I Love Betty La Fea, Boystown, and in concert! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer's favorite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; Neverwhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album/Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Year of the Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; American Idol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig out place:&lt;/strong&gt; Shangri-la Circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxh-uhXI/AAAAAAAAADE/xOgyDa3v5GY/s1600-h/200905boystown04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347557016484087154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxh-uhXI/AAAAAAAAADE/xOgyDa3v5GY/s320/200905boystown04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Dino Imperial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Dino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; April 9, 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've seen me in:&lt;/strong&gt; ASAP 09, Boystown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer's favorite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; Marvel Comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album/Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Kanye West's songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; CSIMovie: X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Fast and Furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit:&lt;/strong&gt; a loud graphic t-shirt, trucker caps, and hi-cut shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig out place:&lt;/strong&gt; Teriyaki Boy, Burger King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjEGiDUkZoI/AAAAAAAAACc/wICO9hHFAao/s1600-h/051409-robi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346061414742386306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjEGiDUkZoI/AAAAAAAAACc/wICO9hHFAao/s320/051409-robi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Robert Marion Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Robi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; September 27, 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've seen me in:&lt;/strong&gt; MYX, Studio 23, ASAP09, Boystown, Ateneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer's favorite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album/Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Your Universe by Rico B. "Tell something..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; MYX, your choice, your music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit:&lt;/strong&gt; Bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig out place:&lt;/strong&gt; Home... with my family. Awww... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxTA4LsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7voI169LRfI/s1600-h/042109-ajperezceleb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347557012466577090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxTA4LsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/7voI169LRfI/s320/042109-ajperezceleb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; AJ S. Perez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; Feb 17, 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've seen me in:&lt;/strong&gt; ASAP, Boystown, Abt Ur Luv, BFF, Magkaibigan, Lobo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer's favorite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; Wolverine Origins (the comic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album/Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Folie a Deux (Fall Out Boy), Blame It (Jamie Foxx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; Gossip Girl, Boystown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit:&lt;/strong&gt; Casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig out place:&lt;/strong&gt; Home or at taping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush ko nga pala... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxd9488I/AAAAAAAAAC8/f8hBgGb2ZG0/s1600-h/430034220m.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347557015406834626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZWxd9488I/AAAAAAAAAC8/f8hBgGb2ZG0/s320/430034220m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Chris Gutierrez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; May 9, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've seen me in:&lt;/strong&gt; ASAP09, Boystown, Abt Ur Luv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My summer's favorite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; The Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album/Song:&lt;/strong&gt; Blame It, Folie a Deux, Kiss Me Thru Da Phone, and Roc Da Mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show:&lt;/strong&gt; Boystown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outfit:&lt;/strong&gt; Graphic shirts, bonnets, rings, and Dunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig out place:&lt;/strong&gt; Teriyaki Boy, Sizzling Pepper Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch them in ABS-CBN'S Your Song: Boystown. May-June 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-3343762396117902160?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3343762396117902160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=3343762396117902160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3343762396117902160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3343762396117902160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/06/gigger-boys.html' title='♥Gigger Boys♥'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SjZZva7zyeI/AAAAAAAAADU/NC82dMl8Nfo/s72-c/BOYSTOWN3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-3459572846533179578</id><published>2009-06-09T18:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:43:28.611+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Just Smell Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Gift is Imagination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourgiftquiz/imagination.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are constantly dreaming. You are always thinking about what could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to express yourself in many ways. You have a way with words and tell vivid stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be amused. You are good entertaining yourself, and other people find you hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who finds staying happy easy. There's always fun to be had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Just got back from Tempo. Haiiz! Sarap kaya tumambay dun. Anyway, I was there with my "as if little sister", Micole. We were waiting for some "persons". Well, Mine actually came early... And her's never came. Ahaha! Too bad for the others... They also never came or we just missed them. Ugh! Oh yeah, I can't believe they are actually blaming me why &lt;em&gt;'this guy's'&lt;/em&gt; schoold ID is lost. I never ever dared to take it even if I had the chance.Looking back, So many things happened. A lot of events we can't miss. Sometimes we wish that it happened our own way than what really happened. Life is not full of destiny's choice and it's not filled with human's choices either. Our hands that are so&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; precious... can create, kill, save, heal, and most importantly, touch... Touch others physically until we touch their hearts. Life is in our hands but also in God's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;So what's up with... "I Can Just Smell Him" title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a secret!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;berry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;↨&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-3459572846533179578?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3459572846533179578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=3459572846533179578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3459572846533179578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3459572846533179578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-just-smell-him.html' title='I Can Just Smell Him...'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-8523302158598393854</id><published>2009-06-05T11:56:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:22:09.764+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Summer '09!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Can you believe I did not update or even visit this precious blog of mine for a whole month? Well, yeah! Why? It's because I spent almost the whole summer with my TEMPO friends. Aww! One of the best summer I ever had. So, I'm just going to give you a MAY REVIEW on what happened to my fantastic, fabulous summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░1- Labor Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░2- Nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░3- Nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░4- OMG! They already know who&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░5- Reunion of VI-Emerald. What a bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░6- My new friend in Tempo, Lester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░7- Great day... BUT a bad ending. I hate "E.O.O".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░8- We're starting to tease Lester and Micole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░9- Nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░10- Ugh, nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░11- Lester moves in in Tempo. Wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░12- Me and Micole went to Starbucks. Bonding time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░13- Bday of Owa! Congratz to Tempo, because they've won. I went to Lipa with Micole... We sorta got lost. But, hell, it was damn fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░14- Ok, we had lunch with Kuya Grant. Haha. Lots of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░15- I hate electric fans! Why? It's too embarrassing! S***!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░16- Nothing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░17- Boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░18- Lester went home already. So sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░19- Eh? My new textmate JC! And we ate all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░20- Embarassing moment again! McDo Moments... Haizz! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░21- Lester came back. Yay! Well, he visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░22- Ok, hell! Thanks to Kuya Topher...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; already knows that I have a crush on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░23- Lex and Mapz went to my house. Ehem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░24- Owa's Birthday Celebration in Storyland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░25- Blue Jeans??? Major panic! OMG! Panic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░26- Secrets revealed about... "&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;☻&lt;/span&gt;". Ouch for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;and his poor back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░27- OMG! I can talk with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♦ &lt;/span&gt;so casual. Poor &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;... really. He's doing too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░28- My two so called sons... cried. Haha. Wonder why??? Ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░29- Bday of Margie, JC's girlfriend. !!&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░30- RECITAL! Show time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;░31- Rest Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;•&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;•End&lt;/span&gt; of Review•&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;•&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh~! I'm so going to miss Summer '09... I miss Ate Macon, Micole, Ate Marcia, Aimee, Winona, Ayko... and a whole lot of others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... See you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I'm updating this blog almost everyday of the week. Well, I'll try my best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-8523302158598393854?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8523302158598393854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=8523302158598393854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/8523302158598393854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/8523302158598393854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-summer-09.html' title='Goodbye, Summer &apos;09!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-6536959105205323011</id><published>2009-05-02T12:06:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:49:32.506+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Planner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Review'/><title type='text'>April Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awoo! Awoo!!! April has ended. One month to go and we're back to school. Ugh! I didn't update you for along time. Sorry about that. Slothness took over. Anyway, I'm going to give you a review or a quick scoop on some days that really marked the days of April '09. So, reminders, some people's name that will be mentioned are advised to be changed. &lt;strong&gt;Take note:&lt;/strong&gt; April is almost all about my workshop in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEMPO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yeah, so here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 1- Started in Tempo with friend, Maple. Kuya Ervin, friendly instructor and dancer in Tempo, taught us the first few steps in "I Love You So" dance number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 3- Surprisingly, it's show time at the mall. Me and Maple panic the day before and this exact day. Somehow we managed through. How? Well, the "I Love You So" dance was the last dance number and we had the shortest dance in the show. Not that frightening anymore.&lt;br /&gt;♠ 6- Winona, a later friend in Tempo, enrolled with us. We started 10 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 8- Card giving in school.&lt;br /&gt;♠ 9-&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; Holy Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ 10- &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 11- &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Black Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 12- &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 13- Enrolment in school. The day when I first saw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;my&gt;. Also, Tempo held a motorcade. It's a really good day. Hahah! Anyway, This is the day where Me and Mapz first talked to Winona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 14- Enrolment in summer class. Many kids joined in for the workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 15- I saw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;crush&gt;glimpse at me. Clarence said he saw me near the building of TEMPO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 16- Ugh~! I didn't saw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;crush#1&gt;. Amf!&lt;br /&gt;♠ 17- We gave Kuya Joezon a coke float... and something funny happened with me and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;crush#2&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 20- Start of summer class. One of Clarence's cousin is my classmate. Classes starts at 7:00am 'til 9:30am. Then, me and Maple will head straight to Tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 21- This time &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;crush#2&gt;didn't showed up. Saki and Sheena joined Tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 22- Kind of Heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 23- Moving on stage 'cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 24- OMG! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;crush#1&gt;looked at me! SHIT! XD Kilig!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 25- Me, Maple, Micole and Yhan-Yhan, friends in Tempo, went to the mall to watch the Dance-siklaban. Too bad, Ate Marshia, the sister of the group, is absent all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;♪☺..♥..☺♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG! Something super special to the max of the highest level just happened... &lt;crush#1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; smiled straight in my face. I got a chance to speak to him but... never mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;♪☺..♥..☺♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ 26- It's our Recital Day. I managed to pull off the hipstand. Miraclously, I didn't screw up. Maple and Winona did. XP Too bad for them... WAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding^^!&lt;br /&gt;♠ 27- Rest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(§&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;☼&lt;/span&gt;§)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ 28- Tempo Outing. Unfortunately, my mom wouldn't let me go. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;♠ 29- Kuya Lourd is now the one who's teaching us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♠ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;- End of Summer Class. Look who's the Top 1 in class &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;►&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I received 50Php. Yay! Somewhat me and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt; &lt;crush#2&gt;have improved. Haha...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;•End of Review•&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;•&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, yeah...! I love my Daily Planner booklet. Ahaha! See Ya! Mwahugz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-6536959105205323011?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6536959105205323011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=6536959105205323011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6536959105205323011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6536959105205323011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/05/april-review.html' title='April Review'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-5251918675125704705</id><published>2009-04-06T19:15:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:45:43.980+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop'/><title type='text'>Freeze... Like ME! XP</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouarightbrainedorleftbrainedwomaninlovequiz/right.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker, first to end a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at thinking up creative dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with your gut instead of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at recognizing patterns in relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouarightbrainedorleftbrainedwomaninlovequiz/"&gt;Are You a Right Brained or Left Brained Woman in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Ha! Inlove ako ngayon! Yown! I am so head over heels for this new guy I met, well... I saw, rather, that I actually forgot to use English in my blog. Mmm. Actually, I'm searching for a new guy. XP I'm just replacing an old one. Not because I was tired of him. It's because he makes me feel damn hopeless. Like, I have to play a role in his life called "stalker" or "die-hard fan" of his. Anyway, I still like him though. It's just that I'm hitting the brakes. I don't like how it is going. Ugh~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I kinda like dancing in this workshop-TEMPO. The people are great. They're very friendly. I've never been in a dance class that is so... uhm... so... fantastic! :] Yeah! Please forgive me if you ever read this comparison that you totally not liked it. BUT! it's my opinion, more of a "point-of-view". So... Uhm, yeah sorry! In my school's dance crew, they are very organized. More of a perfectionist. In Tempo, uhm.. (sorry for the word) they're more of slackers. Organized is out of their list. YET! they can turn things up! The vibe of energy is flowing voluntarily by their moves, everything. In my school's, it's only somewhat the music. We see the dance steps and matching the song. It's like just a story. We're just reading a good story. In Tempo, even if there's no music, hell they know how to start a party! And, last! In Tempo, like I said, they are really friendly and most of them are really approachable. In my school'c dance crew, you tend to back out a little because of their great title held in school. They are like famous people. Not much approachable but I think they are friendly with some amount of pride. Hey, I'm not the only one thinking they are prideful persons in school. Believe me, there are &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-5251918675125704705?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5251918675125704705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=5251918675125704705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/5251918675125704705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/5251918675125704705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/04/freeze-like-me-xp.html' title='Freeze... Like ME! XP'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-1111968065746968883</id><published>2009-04-03T00:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:40:34.085+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, Yeah... Uhm, i did enroll to a dance workshop an... HEY! Only after two days of being there, we already have a show... and thank God! we're in the last part with only 40 seconds dancing. Haha! I'd like it better if we didn't dance at all. But I like it... I miss the stage! I miss being able to perform again. Now, that's new! Haha! But, heck, we're the only two girls who are stuck as the 'novice'. Well, it's fine with me... I already had (worst) experiences...! Man, a girl in the group is can do a effing move. A boy maybe around 6 or 5 can already do some backflips. Talk about awesomeness! Haha! Well, they're pretty much friendly^^! So, anyway... See Ya! It's going to be midnight soon. I don't want CASPER to disturb me here again. Joke! So, Yeah! Got to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-1111968065746968883?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1111968065746968883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=1111968065746968883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/1111968065746968883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/1111968065746968883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/04/freak-out.html' title='Freak Out'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-4211034045047182511</id><published>2009-03-28T20:58:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:34:06.421+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Music To My Ears</title><content type='html'>heheh!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the other post below. He's not mad at me anymore. Haha! Thank God! XP Anyway, I finished reading this book: &lt;b&gt; Better Latte Than Never by Catherine Clark &lt;/b&gt; and also, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ang Paboritong Libro Ni Hudas by Bob Ong. &lt;/b&gt; By the way, I guess I'm looking forward to dancing this summer. It's not like I don't know how, or whatever. It's just that, I'm usually busy every summer. It's only this summer that I don't have anything to do. My doctor advised me not to go back to swim training because of my skin allergy. At least, I can have a fit body and enhance my memorization skills. Hmmm... Maybe I would also enroll myself in summer classes. Maybe I should. I'm not really doing anything this summer. I can't update you on anything because there's nothing really happening here... that's exciting. And, summer classes are only two weeks. So... Yeah! Summer class! Hmm... Am I happy about summer class? Well, I would also want to have a summer job. The problem is I'm not qualified. I'm still 14. I'm turning 15 this June. Ugh~! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music to my ears! Why? Because I'm voting for EARTH and NOT GLOBAL WARMING! Support Saving Mother Earth from global warming...! 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o galit? or what???&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.... tampo nlng, kasi ndi nmn tau tlgang close... di ba?&lt;br /&gt;hehe... anyway, wag ka na magtampo... :))&lt;br /&gt;mmm...! miss na kita... ahahaha! parang ang CORNY!!! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun... baka sakaling alm mo itong blog na ito... matamaan ka...&lt;br /&gt;at naisipan mo magparamdam ulit... :)&lt;br /&gt;heheh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ang tinutukoy ko d2 ay ndi ung kchat ko kanina,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat lagi^^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Danikz^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-7928314525063313254?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7928314525063313254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=7928314525063313254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7928314525063313254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7928314525063313254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/tampururot.html' title='Tampururot..,'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-6956341548001627328</id><published>2009-03-20T18:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:50:41.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok...! I don't really know what to say... I guess "TiMe is really Fast!" I hate it. I wish I was free. I'm just like a caged bird waiting to be fed by happiness-- The seeds of Happiness. Stepping into fourth year is a big challenge... It's a big problem... Yet almost all the people don't notice that there are BIGGER problems than not having a date, failing grades, boring days, obesity and etc. There are children who crave for food, for knowledge, for clothes and etc. Others long for a foot, an eye, a hand, a finger and more. Most of them just ask theirselves if they would wake up the next day, and wandering if they'll ever find HOPE to LIVE FOR MORE... Politics, Hatred, Love, Corruption, Hunger, Poverty and Loneliness. Where will GOD ever show in us, if even the word LOVE is also mistaken for an emotion...? It's not a feeling, it's a state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a song which I really, really love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALEIDOSCOPE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the late &lt;em&gt;Francis Magalona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many faces, so many races&lt;br /&gt;Different voices, different choices&lt;br /&gt;Some are mad, while others laugh&lt;br /&gt;Some live alone with no better half&lt;br /&gt;Others grieve while others curse&lt;br /&gt;And others mourn behind a big black hearse&lt;br /&gt;Some are pure and some half-bred&lt;br /&gt;Some are sober and some are wasted&lt;br /&gt;Some are rich because of fate and&lt;br /&gt;Some are poor with no food on their plate&lt;br /&gt;Some stand out while others blend&lt;br /&gt;Some are fat and stout while some are thin&lt;br /&gt;Some are friends and some are foes&lt;br /&gt;Some have some while some have most &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every color and every hue&lt;br /&gt;Is represented by me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Take a slide in the slope&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' round, make it twirl&lt;br /&gt;In this kaleidoscope world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are great and some are few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others lie while some tell the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say poems and some do sing&lt;br /&gt;Others sing through their guitar strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some know it all while some act dumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the bassline strum to the bang of the drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some can swim while some will sink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some will find their minds and think&lt;br /&gt;Others walk while others run&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk peace and have a gun&lt;br /&gt;Some are hurt and start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Some are friends and some are foes&lt;br /&gt;Some have some while some have most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Every color and every hue&lt;br /&gt;Is represented by me and you&lt;br /&gt;Take a slide in the slope&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in the kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' round, make it twirl&lt;br /&gt;In this kaleidoscope world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-6956341548001627328?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6956341548001627328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=6956341548001627328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6956341548001627328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6956341548001627328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-1481216910949047693</id><published>2009-03-14T08:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:06:36.919+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="138" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/674/674953ulnnugdq1c.gif" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe...! Our Final exams is on Monday... And, I just can't wait to get over this and enter summer!!! I don't like summer much now... I'm in for summer classes. What a bummer! Failing grade or not, I'm going for summer clases. My parents want me to have this advance class... BECAUSE it is my last school year in High School. They want me to have a great score in my 4th yr subjects. Eh? What I hate about it...? I'm being rumored as "DUMBer SLUT". Ugh~! Anyway, it's only for two weeks and I can just skip the some two or three days in school... JOKE! Gosh! I'm such a good girl. I have never done that before. The only trouble I made in school was... when I was back in elementary. Haha! I can't tell you^^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.magmypic.com/usermags/2/ff/9e0eec1f36f6e12969f478f1e0447_2801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Create &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fake Magazine Covers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; with your own picture at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-1481216910949047693?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1481216910949047693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=1481216910949047693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/1481216910949047693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/1481216910949047693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-1972200893307820475</id><published>2009-03-06T21:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:29:58.319+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failures'/><title type='text'>I Hope It's The Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok... what's up with me for the last two weeks??? Ugh. I'm filled with sorrow... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEEP, DARK SORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I failed my chemistry! AMF! How annoying!?!? The worst part is... No one is making me feel better. Mom and especially Dad... makes me feel worse. My bestfriend gives me a 5% support. Not to mention she's the TOP ONE in my class. Err. Then, any relatives I know makes me feel worst than ever. I can't believe all they do is GOSSIP! And guess what? I'm their favorite topic. How effing annoying is that?!?! I can just march up to them and shout "STFU" repeatedly. I can just imagine how fun it would be... But, nah! It's not part of our 'family tradition'. I can't believe that all they do in their whole life is gossip and ruin others' lives. Why can't they just GET A LIFE!?! Bullsh!t. I dunno. I know it's kinda wrong, or maybe, totally wrong... but I can't help myself... If you were in my situation, you would also be totally annoyed by them. All they do is make fun of you. They're going to make you look a f*cking "DUMB SLUT". Honestly, I don't deserve this sh!t. I may deserve the failureness... but i don't deserve making fun of.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ALL THEY CARE ABOUT IS THEIR OWN PERSONAL HAPPINESS... AND NOT OTHERS'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which may be true for other people. But I still think that it's not right to not mind others' feelings and emotions. I hate it. Then, when I text my crush... He won't reply. And it doesn't make me feel better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway...! It's just the&lt;strong&gt; bravery&lt;/strong&gt; to come out and shout the shameful failing grade I have makes me feel more&lt;strong&gt; courageous&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-1972200893307820475?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1972200893307820475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=1972200893307820475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/1972200893307820475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/1972200893307820475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-its-last.html' title='I Hope It&apos;s The Last!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-7236058168662476264</id><published>2009-02-27T14:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:09:59.887+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>Hey, it's me. The Bad Luck Magnet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm having a bad day. Hate it. I don't want to talk about it. AMF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AMFUFUFUFUFUFUFU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the bad luck magnet. The clumsy jerk. And there are my enemies, the plastics, the sluts and ugly bitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You know who you are. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-7236058168662476264?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7236058168662476264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=7236058168662476264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7236058168662476264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7236058168662476264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-its-me-bad-luck-magnet.html' title='Hey, it&apos;s me. The Bad Luck Magnet!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-176317257847507655</id><published>2009-02-19T19:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:47:31.166+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thieves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Thursday the 19th is worse than Friday the 13th!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When everyone thought it was just another boring day at school, we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTALLY WRONG!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Why? What happened? Well, there were a group of friends, or should I say a group of thieves... running around in campus. They're getting away with their crimes quite smoothly. So how did it happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it was time for our lunch, our last subject had just finished. We were on the fourth floor, our classroom is on the first floor. The other classes were continuing their normal routine in their own classrooms. We were walking down the stairs. I think the doors were closed at that moment, in our classroom. We used to leave it open, because it's very unusual for someone to crash in a classroom in our school. It's a very, very strange thing. But the odd event just happened. My seat was in the back of the room. There are three doors:&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the one near me on the left side, the one in front also on the left side and the one on the right side. The doors on the left were connected inside the building- the hallway, other classrooms. The door on the right was connected to the outside of the building- the field, a pathway to the gym etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, I wondered when I went to check out my things. There are two other bags in my seat. I didn't mind it because I thought that they were in a rush going to the fourth floor. Then one of my classmates told her friend, "Hey, did you leave your bag opened???" Then, the chaos started. My other classmates were trying to locate were their bags went. Two of them were on my seat. Then, almost everyone noticed that OUR BAGS are OPENED! We left them closed, now they're open. Three of my classmates freaked out, the other one is trying to calm down. Those thieves were obviously in a rush.How did that happen? I know there are these thieves in school who went in our classroom open... BUT not in our school! Our school is very dignified because of its well-mannered students. I can't even believe that someone just did that to my class. Anyway, those four classmates of mine lost their cellphones, digicam and money. That's the worst event this year. We paniced. The class officers called our homeroom adviser and the principal. It was really a serious matter! We discussed the issue in the class. We suggested a search and inspection of bags in all the classes that's still in the building which did happen... But nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, Friday! The school held an assembly that morning. The principal reviewed us some rules in the school manual. I've got to say that those persons were smart. The teachers didn't notice anything. One thing was for sure, they're a group. Each one of them has their own tasks. How smart... but very evil. They should know better than that... What a shame!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yeah, this is finally completed this monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"What goes around, comes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;What goes up, must come down."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-176317257847507655?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/176317257847507655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=176317257847507655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/176317257847507655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/176317257847507655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-19th-is-worse-than-friday-13th.html' title='Thursday the 19th is worse than Friday the 13th!!!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-2894295601177993661</id><published>2009-02-14T20:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:43:52.646+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Role As A Hopeless Romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Does Valentine's Day suck &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this year or not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT DOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Valentine's Day Hater but... I dunno...! I liked it somehow, but I don't think it's quite a positive day for me. Despite the fact that I don't have a date, I still have a quite romantic relationship with this guy. The NAKED TRUTH is if my dad wasn't here I'll be somewhere out of home. Haha! Not really but I'm sure I'm with someone not related by blood. Aw. I'm such a bad girl, I know! Anyway... When I went out with my dad to the mall... Shet! Ahaha! I have got to admit there was an unease feeling in me. Maybe I was looking around saw these couples and lovers so sweet, girls with stuff toys, and blah, blah, blah... made me a little jealous or maybe it's the fact I may know someone who might see me with no date but my dad. WAAAHHH! That is totally weird. I'm so not like this... and I don't want to be like my friend who is desperate... REALLY DESPERATE to find these guy or tons of guys who will like to chase her around and give her gifts. Well, I'm not like her at all. All I want for any holiday or any day is CARBON... or Stein... ahahah! Remeber those two??? Any of them will be just fine! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; by the way!!! Even if it's not that happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_love_dolls/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_love_dolls/images/34.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It doesn't mean your single this Heart's Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;means that you're spending all day alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be with your loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let your HEART be honestly HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-2894295601177993661?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2894295601177993661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=2894295601177993661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/2894295601177993661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/2894295601177993661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-role-as-hopeless-romantic.html' title='My Role As A Hopeless Romantic'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-7221914053881285198</id><published>2009-02-10T20:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:37:35.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Who To Forever???</title><content type='html'>How I wish time would just rewind on those great moments or fast forward in those F-ing problems, sorrow and troubles... But who am I??? I'm just a person, not God. I'm, specifically, just a kid. So childish...! I wish I could change all those wrong things I've done and decided. But a wish is just a wish and nothing more. A wish is different from a dream, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, everyone! My dad is out... and what time is it??? It's 8:00pm and he's still not home yet. Agh! How I hate this! It seem I'm the one babysitting and not him. Cheers to me! I'm alone. Alone...! I hope I could text 'him'... It quite lifts up my spirit. I just hope it can happen... But I'm in rehab. Hahah! A great good long vacation, away from attraction and adoration for the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's up with the title of this post? Well, totally nothing! Haha! I just saw this phrase from a college friend. Yeah... and he doesn't even remember me...! Aww! Haha! Just joking. He is soooo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(no offense) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;old... for me! He is not cute anymore.. =)) ... I just quite liked the phrase. The phrase was "Fly me to forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: No BOYS allowed in your heart except GOD, Jesus, and&lt;br /&gt;family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#2: What...? For a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: No!!! I meant for... for... for a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#2: A MONTH!?!?!? Earth-to-Danica!!! You can't live without&lt;br /&gt;them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: Are you kidding me? Of course I can!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: Loving,&lt;br /&gt;crushing or adoring a guy is part of... of your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: No! ...! Not true!!! Or somewhat... But I don't need&lt;br /&gt;them for me to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: ... Waah...! It can't be...! Besides, it's&lt;br /&gt;February...! Valentines day is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: I can just spend it with my family, or dad or even my&lt;br /&gt;friends, you know... There's no problem.&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: No problem??? There's a big&lt;br /&gt;problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: What problem? I don't see anything&lt;br /&gt;wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: Can't you see??? You're not "YOU" anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: It's for the better!&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: No! No! NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: Geez! Why are you such a Boy Freak?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: Why the&lt;br /&gt;hell are you changing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me#1: I already to told you it's for a better. It may be for&lt;br /&gt;the best!&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: How about that guy you just met???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me#1: What about him...?&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: I thought you went crazy for him??&lt;br /&gt;Me#1: Well, I guessed I stopped. I'm in rehab now. There's nothing you can&lt;br /&gt;do about it! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me#2: **Screams and Cries Out!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahm... I don't think I can last for a month... Haha! But anyway, I'll try my very best! And I hope I can survive Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Love You all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-7221914053881285198?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7221914053881285198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=7221914053881285198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7221914053881285198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/7221914053881285198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/fly-who-to-forever.html' title='Fly Who To Forever???'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-6601447248162502752</id><published>2009-02-09T19:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:15:18.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Path  of   Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No... It doesn't start with laughters. It starts with tears. Then ends with a smile." Sean Sonnet said while he leaves Oliver Clark speechless. It's true how life begins. You cried when your mother brought you in this world and hope you'll end life with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is your life??? I'm happy with what I've done this day. I counseled nine students in I-Felicity (1st year students). I had fun. I hope they did. Well, I was totally focused when I started... then, I got a little too much comfortable with them... that I asked a guy there 'what if the one he liked is pregnant?'. &lt;strong&gt;:]&lt;/strong&gt; So... I think it's not a good question for his age. Haha! But anyway, they acted really mature with their childish laughter. It's quite nice to see them smiling and having fun. They were very cooperative, and I really, REALLY admired them. I hope they had fun as much as I did. It's another memory to be treasured--again. HAHA! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:Danikz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-6601447248162502752?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6601447248162502752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=6601447248162502752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6601447248162502752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/6601447248162502752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/no.html' title='The  Path  of   Wonders'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-3909097897101104080</id><published>2009-02-08T14:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:21:36.268+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailed Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey!!! Remember in the last post when I said my dad is coming.... Yeah, about that. My dad is coming... and great damn rules for gifts. I'm going to be a little more organized. I have curfew. I have curfew. I have a F-ing curfew!!! I hate it. Ugh. My world that is desrtroyed is now vanishing... Like what exactly happened in Naruto's latest manga story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spoiler: Nothing has left in Konoha but dust and some of the people there.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... the only thing you can expect from me is being not available all the time... weather it's texting you or chatting or whatever...! I also have a time limit in using my computer. The maximum time is 1 hour and 30 minutes. Major change and I hope this will change soon! Horrible it is...! Bye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;--:Danica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-3909097897101104080?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3909097897101104080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=3909097897101104080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3909097897101104080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3909097897101104080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-remember-in-last-post-when-i-said.html' title='Jailed Princess'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-751943025234561253</id><published>2009-02-03T19:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:23:30.950+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life To The Fullest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/kawaii_dolls/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/kawaii_dolls/images/kawaii9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm sorry, folks, if I didn't update you recently...! So how's it going? Hahaha! I just want you to know that I'm still alive. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. It's already February, and of course... Valentine's Day is coming up...! A time of lovers and of cherishing your loved ones in this day. So, a little info about Heart's Day. Why is it Valentine's Day? It's named after a saint, Saint Valentine. He is actually a priest, and put behind bars by the king when he was still living... because of letting military soldiers to marry their special someone... &lt;strong&gt;which&lt;/strong&gt; was not allowed at that time. In my conclusion... Don't waste your time. If you want to know the person, make a move. It may change the twist of the story. Never waste time! It's precious, more precious than any material thing in this world. Because time makes memories which makes your past memorable, makes your present be more thankful and makes a brighter future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEIZE THE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So... let me end this with some graphics. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-pmp.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Go-Pmp.com is your one stop myspace resource" src="http://www.go-pmp.com/Images/Love_Images/images/5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: #00adef 3px double; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: #00adef 3px double; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 11px; BACKGROUND: #000; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: #00adef 3px double; COLOR: #00adef; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #00adef 3px double; FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.go-pmp.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_love_dolls/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_love_dolls/images/12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-751943025234561253?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/751943025234561253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=751943025234561253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/751943025234561253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/751943025234561253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry-folks-if-i-didnt-update-you.html' title='Live Life To The Fullest!!!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-5697325063259898644</id><published>2009-01-27T00:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:24:07.349+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notebooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Notebooks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh! I hate school... But what the hell can I do? Anyway... I'm sorry if I didn't update you-again. I really am. But you see... I'm getting busier every day. What is it about projects and notebooks? Why do you have to do a project when you are already doing homeworks, seatworks and etc. And I don't get why do we need good notes in notebooks if you can pass any test without even opening it... I can do that. I listened to the discussion. Err. I just don't get it. In our school, they require 'things' to let you pass your level. Notebooks and blah, blah, blah! I just hate it. Why do you have to pass the damn notebook when you have a good damn grade?!?Obviously, you already know my problem. I have to get my notes complete or my one of my subject teachers will want to decrease a few points in my grade. I also must study harder. It's the last  quarter and not to mention, dad is coming back from Italy next week. Study better... the #1 priority for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_kids_dolls/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_kids_dolls/images/32.gif" alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway... I'm now interested in this 'dolls thingy'. I think it's quite cool. Oh yeah... I did tell you I was making a novel, right? Well, I'm still stuck in the prologue because of that damn notebook that I can't finish. But the plot is over. And I know where it's going, I just have to follow the plot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hey... I think I still didn't tell you about me fortune-telling, huh? I guess not. I bought this really cool book. It tell how to fortune tell and make some spells... using playing cards instead of tarot cards. I don't actually use it everytime. I don't think it's spiritually healthy. Haha! I only do this sometimes when I need a good reality check and some good advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In two months... what time will it be...? &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMERTIME&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha! My head is getting too fast forward in time. I guess I have to mind the present first. That damn notebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway... It's passed midnight and way, way passed my bedtime. Got to go. G'night! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_girl_dolls/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/mini_girl_dolls/images/20.gif" alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Love you!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-5697325063259898644?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5697325063259898644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=5697325063259898644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/5697325063259898644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/5697325063259898644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/notebooks.html' title='Notebooks!'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-2682283728918690419</id><published>2009-01-25T02:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:34:33.685+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Getting Crazier By The Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;What the hell happens if you add salt plus sulfur plus water plus calcium nitrate plus sugar and... methane? Haha! Just think the unpredictable that can happen. As unpredictable it is, the unpredictable how my life gets. It's getting on my nerves. I think I'm having a breakdown over school and time. I don't want to be a 3rd year student anymore but I don't want High School to end yet. I don't know... The mystery of the future is intriguing me with all these questions... Haha! Is this really me??? Ahm... Yes. Life doesn't get better than this-- asking God why life never had been better in my 15 years of living. Why did I ever say 15 when I'm 14? Oh... It's because I was already living in my mother's womb back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;It's really late now and I didn't update you yesterday. Because of a huge terrible disaster. Maybe, I'll tell you later. It's already morning... 1:30am. I'm the best teenage vampire, I guess. Anyway... NO TO ABORTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-2682283728918690419?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2682283728918690419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=2682283728918690419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/2682283728918690419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/2682283728918690419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-crazier-by-minute.html' title='Getting Crazier By The Minute'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-4953580741111073125</id><published>2009-01-21T23:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:03:56.249+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Clubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally! The exams are finished! Now, the only thing worrying me is the result of the exams... I dunno! I hate it when this kind of things happen. It doesn't make me want to sleep yet. So... Anyway, How was my test? It's still frustrating me! But something did caught my attention... it was something that happened this day while I'm taking the test on our Business Math. What did happened on my Business Math? Well, I had a headache! =) I'm not kidding. I got a headache! Like it was my first time getting a good headache on Business Math. Like BM is such a minor subject in school. It doesn't really do much an impact on the other subjects. So, I don't really care. But I did... somehow. I'm kind of proud that I did get a headache. Weird, huh? Take Note: I'm Genius by Birth, Slacker by Choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, What else happened this day? I texted my old classmate, Evan. He is kind of cool right now, being a famous volleyball player and everything. He's humble as he is like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah...! I'll end his with a simple goodbye! Ok... Got to go! See Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Goodbye~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-4953580741111073125?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4953580741111073125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=4953580741111073125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/4953580741111073125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/4953580741111073125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/ten-clubs.html' title='Ten Clubs'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-4867297574946286128</id><published>2009-01-17T19:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:24:26.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TwisteD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;waa...! like yesterday... was so great! There was abig fiesta going on town. And I went to my friend's house. They had a huge party going on. It's quite fun. We took a lot of picture and i posted on my profile ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/hope8love"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/hope8love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; ). Me and my friends had a naughty conversation on my friend's room. Haha! It was so great... Especially the part when we sang "I Will Survive"... When we sang some love song we sometimes change the words to our crush's name. It' so cute! Well, I gotta go. I have to study. There's our Quarter Exam on Monday. It's going to be tough but, anyway, persevering will get you somewhere on the path you want. Bye, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292205556647084162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SXGw6hpMQII/AAAAAAAAABc/eARQQ0TLado/s320/screenNew+Chaos082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;One of my characters in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ragnarok Online--NEW CHAOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azure_rose, my priest, in Lutie last December.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-4867297574946286128?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4867297574946286128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=4867297574946286128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/4867297574946286128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/4867297574946286128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/twisted.html' title='TwisteD'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SXGw6hpMQII/AAAAAAAAABc/eARQQ0TLado/s72-c/screenNew+Chaos082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-165319079823194425</id><published>2009-01-15T00:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:31:07.170+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>No Visual Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't really know what to say or type right now. Haha. Did you know someone just called me a playgirl??? OMG! It doesn't mean that I have many crushes it means I am a playgirl, right? SPEAKING! I realized I don't like CARBON anymore. You have got to believe me. I change my crush its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;STEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, another blind item. If there's someone named Stein in the world, then I guess their pretty lucky. Just kidding! Crush. It's just a state of mind. Love is also just a state of mind, right? Right. Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, here's a song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;There's a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint going away, going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When were hangin, spending time girl,&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint going away, going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think&lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be&lt;br /&gt;Where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush aint going away&lt;br /&gt;This crush aint going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~end~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-165319079823194425?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/165319079823194425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=165319079823194425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/165319079823194425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/165319079823194425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-visual-reaction.html' title='No Visual Reaction'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-9012064709348221589</id><published>2009-01-13T07:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:14:51.826+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday'/><title type='text'>Head Over Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Waah! You know what? I love watching basketball but I don't like playing it. We had our wholeday and in PE we discussed playing basketball. As for me, it's kind of embarassing not to shoot the ball on the basket for a tall person like me. I just hate it. Everyone looks with you and instantly they give an amount of pressure. The thing that totally worns me out is that a senior basketball player is one of my crush... and he is just sitting on the benches in the side of the gym. It's quite annoying. Anyway, it didn't last long that I did get the shooting stuff right. After that, we bonded together with my friends on the back side of my crush. We were histerically laughing. We were laughing and talking about really stupid things, but as stupid it may look... I was happy in those moments. I was happy almost to the highest level of happiness. So... those low ranked persons who has a low ranked behavior can just dig their own graves and sleep forever in their coffins if they want us to be out of happiness topic. The gates of hell are open for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, when I went home I turned on the computer like I ussually do and read the e-mail of my friend, Jamaica, in another school. We have problems and ask each other for advice and help. She's my friend since elementary and we came in a quite a fight on our sixth grade, but, hey, we're best friends again. Ugh. After sending my e-mail to her, I surfed the net like I always do and before I knew it, my brain was telling me to sleep for a while. All those workouts in basketball and walking around the plaza is really tiring. I didn't shut my computer down and leaving the monitor off. So I slept at 7 o'clock and I woke up quarter to 10. That was quite a nap. I figured out I was really tired because I didn't move a single bit when I was sleeping. Later on, I turned the monitor on and flashes of many windows came to the center of the screen. Someone added me on Yahoo Messenger. Others were all GMs that's why I didn't cared too much. Good thing I had my status message "DND".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Why the hell am I typing when I should be eating??? Man, I'm hungry from everything I had done this day. I was even tired of eating too much. Haha! Joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/candy_bar_dolls/"&gt;&lt;img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/dolls/candy_bar_dolls/images/myspace-candybardolls35.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Myspace Avatars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Have fun! There's an upcoming fiesta this friday. Care to join?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you guys search for this song? I quite love it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Song:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Captured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christian Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-9012064709348221589?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/9012064709348221589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=9012064709348221589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/9012064709348221589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/9012064709348221589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/head-over-heels.html' title='Head Over Heels'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-2415431698447172723</id><published>2009-01-13T01:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:13:09.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mmm. Ever heard the song "Gotta Find You" of Joe Jonas? If you don't, well, better search it! And if you do and you like it, we're going to understand each other throughout this post. Haha! It's quite a cool song for... me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm just caught by the tune and lyrics of it. Well, as usual, I was in class all morning.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing has much changed in class. I was expecting some good changes over the past week... but I saw none! The ones who I don't like, I still don't like them. And the ones who I pretend I like, I still pretend that I do like them. I don't want to change it so far because the fact they are such ammateurs that they can't handle things like they should be doing is kind of not worth minding. They're actually acting like a bunch of elementary students. I think a mature 10-year-old is worth more respected than a 15-year-old childish person. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I was seating in class and my best bud was just right in front of me. I can't quite stop thinking about the novel that I'm making. Well, I'm still planning the plot and thinking about the cool prologue. It's a vampire story inspired by the hit movie--Twilight. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ok... I was inspired! It's not actually based on the story or series of the Twilight Movie or Book. Ok? Just clearing it to all of you. BTW, JM adores the song "Decode" by Paramore.&lt;/span&gt; Like we hear her sing it a tons of times. Hehe! Let's go back to the topic. I don't want to reveal the title yet because I'm not quite sure about it. But JM seems to like it. So, it's a story about teenage girls with super different personalities. I was discussing the settings and everything to my Editor, my best friend, JM... when it hit me...! A song was played on the other building. No, it's not "Gotta Find You"... But it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Moment of Truth" by the FM Static. I remembered... ahm... let's hide his name as Carbon. Haha! Weird name for a special someone, huh? So, CARBON... I remembered him. It's quite funny. Some of the lyrics match some situations that I have. I do have a picture of Carbon in my wallet and I don't need to have his number because I actually memorized it. Haha! But I was 50% ready to throw him away. Haha! I don't know how to put it. As much as possible I want to get away from him. It's like playing with fire. The more I am closer to him, the more I have a chance to get burn... and be burnt off. BUT it seems almost every girl who knows him are dying to be with him. I, actually, definetely don't want to be a part of that club. I also don't want to regret it in the end. Right and wrong seems to be all mixed up. I can just scream my lungs out. Then, I heard some loud voices. Good thing it zapped me back to reality. I thought I was going to have a breakdown with a good seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;After classes, JM and I decided to study at my place. We had the whole house for three hours. The first thing I did was to turn my computer on fast for her to see the title which she seemed to like it with the 65% almost finished prologue. We had more fun before we finished figuring out our assignment in Math. Everything went smoothly because my best friend is on our TOP 10 intelligent students around school. The thing that I love about her is she is not a prideful person. She's a really cool and humble person. A genuine friend. A good friend... the reason why I can copy her notes... and answers. Just kidding! Of course, I don't take anyone for granted... almost. Hey! I also make mistakes, you know. I'm still human. Speaking of human mistakes... We viewed some persons in friendster. I think I had a big mistake to let her show a picture that I made. I edited a photo of mine with Carbon. It's quite freaking ME out when she told me 'we looked alike'! OMG! We were like twins! Hahaha! What's up with that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then, I was e-mailing another friend, about Carbon, when JM was already going home. It was so cloudy and cold at that time. I remembered a song-- AGAIN, the famous "Umbrella" of Rihanna. You can't blame me if I keep flashing back some songs. Besides the fact it describes the weather, I remember a certain alumni. Yeah... But I am SOOO OVER HIM! Come to think of it, it was really a good memory knowing him. I have known him for almost a year and a half. And to tell you all the truth, it took me 5 months to get over that guy. My dear CARBON helped me. Hehe! Take note: I got super crush on Carbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don't know why there's so many girls viewing my profile lately. I think it's becaus I met this really cool guy. Well, I didn't really met him personally because his from another school. We're just communicating through SMS. I heard that I was rumored to like the guy, my friends there told me that, but... NO! I don't like him, though I did get his number, months ago. Why did I get his number? Totally none of your business! I featured him here so all will know that I don't like the guy...! I like CARBON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why did I mention the song of Joe Jonas in the first place? I mentioned it because I think everyone are still incomplete. Everyone is still incomplete. We go on to our own journeys and take a path were we would like to go. We think we know what's ahead to our destination. We think we can predict the weather. But even if we do know... there are people who we meet on the way, they sometimes will be with you and later go on to their own path. And their is someone who will capture your heart and will be raptured by your love. If you ever searched for that right someone, as much aspossible, as much strength you have, never let that person go. Because sometimes they don't come back. If they don't, Keep searching! We must find each other. Heheh! Kinda CORNY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! it's midnight! and later will be my wholeday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290439781453098898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SWtq84cbb5I/AAAAAAAAABE/uLsTPr7RWOw/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's my dog, DANIEL. It's a&lt;br /&gt;Shih tzu! I love my dog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-2415431698447172723?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2415431698447172723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=2415431698447172723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/2415431698447172723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/2415431698447172723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/songs-of-day.html' title='Songs of the Day'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SWtq84cbb5I/AAAAAAAAABE/uLsTPr7RWOw/s72-c/IMG_0557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937325818090116490.post-3105681325437404202</id><published>2009-01-11T20:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:22:46.769+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/hello/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/hello/images/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi everyone! I'm new here in blogger and this is my first post. Haha! I'll be open as much as I can. But as much as possible I don't like hurting people especially online. But there will always be gossips that I'm tempted to share with you all, so I'm thinking about a blind item and some clues. I'm still a good girl, don't worry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, it's a Sunday. Tomorrow will be Monday... and on mondays I get to have this hangover from weekend. Not to mention I'm often late. Why? Well assembly starts on 6:30 am in my school. I even hate to bathe in the morning like it's freezing cold. But of course, I do bathe in the morning. Thank God that I can only spend the half of my day off on mondays, also on wednesdays and fridays. I hate wholedays! I get to spend more time in school. It's dreadful! What I only like in wholeday is... NOTHING! Nothing at all. Tell me about it. I get so envy to the other section who get to go home by the ring of the bell but me and my class gets to go to the gym for PE or go to the function hall for the computer lab to open. I love my school. I like having more time in school ang chill in my friends' hangout place. No, it's not the canteen, not the library nor the gym and definetely not the bathroom. It's the shrine. The St. Mary Euphrasia Shrine is where I would love to go. Besides the fact it's quiet, it's also filled with memories. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290005860721365922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SWngTXwIE6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqHfy2CO1_k/s200/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;These are some of my friends in school. So I have more of them. The one holding a CD is &lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;. The one beside her is &lt;strong&gt;Novie&lt;/strong&gt;. The guy next tor her is &lt;strong&gt;CJ&lt;/strong&gt;. The other guy is &lt;strong&gt;Jovin&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, the white chinita one is &lt;strong&gt;Lexley&lt;/strong&gt;, one of my best buds. In front of her is &lt;strong&gt;Maple&lt;/strong&gt;, also one of my best buds. Then there goes my best buddy, &lt;strong&gt;Joanne&lt;/strong&gt;, more known as JM. Yeah, we like hanging out in the shrine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937325818090116490-3105681325437404202?l=azure-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3105681325437404202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937325818090116490&amp;postID=3105681325437404202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3105681325437404202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937325818090116490/posts/default/3105681325437404202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azure-rose.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-everyone-im-new-here-in-blogger-and.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>xsanctuaryx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgAjPVMeqBo/SWngTXwIE6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FqHfy2CO1_k/s72-c/Picture+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
