<?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-24706664</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:56.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥bluegirlonthemove..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115624339113631219</id><published>2006-08-22T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:37:33.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>practice. practice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pilipino akong namulat! sa bayang sagana't tahimik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice! we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; practice our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabayang pagbigkas&lt;/span&gt; because our section really want to win this&lt;br /&gt;contest pretty bad. i mean, they want to win this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elimination round&lt;/span&gt; for the final presentaion this friday.&lt;br /&gt;GAHD! after an hour (since we didnt have our computer class, we used the time to practice for the&lt;br /&gt;sabayang pagbigkas.), we then searched for the other dancers in the ethnic and folk dance because&lt;br /&gt;it was announced to us that we would sort of review the dance. by not doing properly. because we&lt;br /&gt;practiced in the stage. so that we could record the time we use. and soo on... tomorrow's still practice&lt;br /&gt;day. i hope every dancer participates and be present and on time! im still nervous.. i dunno if we could&lt;br /&gt;do this thing right.. we have three other batches to compete, (and must i say that in my mind, i know&lt;br /&gt;the freshies will lose in some sort. because my brother said that they havent really practiced..) the&lt;br /&gt;juniors, they're pretty good in these things.. the seniors, oh puhleessse! i know they'd get the 1st rank.&lt;br /&gt;because they're too good in these dances. anyhoo, this day was a bit rough. not that i had to shout to&lt;br /&gt;those people who were on my back. because they didnt perform well, and who wouldnt pissed at them&lt;br /&gt;when all they do is talk and talk and talk and talk. AND they're the ones who complain that they tired&lt;br /&gt;of standing.. and all that stuff. anyways, we have soo much to do.. so little time!! after filipino week would&lt;br /&gt;be foundation DAY! yes! full of good stuff. i mean, handcuffs with loveteams. BLIND DATE! whooooo!&lt;br /&gt;games. fun! awww yeah! i cant wait till foundation day.. :D click me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missunwanted.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missunwanted.multiply.com"&gt;click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;visit my multiply for more.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &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/24706664-115624339113631219?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115624339113631219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115624339113631219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115624339113631219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115624339113631219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/08/practice-practice.html' title='practice. practice.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115503755792416579</id><published>2006-08-08T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:22:44.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmpft. surbee again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shout out to &lt;a href="http://www.kinapepsix.multiply.com"&gt;kina!&lt;/a&gt; thanx! im sooo addicted to fefe dobson's song! ahhhhhhh! hehehe thanx for introducing the "stupid little love song" kin! i wouldnt have downloaded most of her songs! hahaha. thanx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PINAKA AYAW MONG KULAY&lt;br /&gt;~bright colors. especially bright pink and green!&lt;br /&gt;2. PINAKA AYAW MO SA KAIBIGAN&lt;br /&gt;~arrggghh. mga plastics. tapos.. LIARS.&lt;br /&gt;3. PINAKA AYAW MO SA MANLILIGAW&lt;br /&gt;O NILILIGAWAN&lt;br /&gt;~amp.. ewan. dili kahulat?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;4. PINAKA AYAW MONG DAMIT&lt;br /&gt;~baduiii. as in uberr baduiii..&lt;br /&gt;5. PINAKA AYAW MONG HAIRSTYLE&lt;br /&gt;~my hair is long enough. so probably, i dont want short hair. heeeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;6. PINAKA AYAW SINASABI SAYO&lt;br /&gt;~if she means it? well.. ayaw ko libaka kung dili mo gusto mamatay mo. :D HONEST.&lt;br /&gt;7. PINAKA AYAW MONG INIINOM PAG&lt;br /&gt;MAY GIMIKAN&lt;br /&gt;~ beer! no alcohol. (i wont even try. im allergic.)&lt;br /&gt;8. PINAKA AYAW MONG LUGAR&lt;br /&gt;~mga mabaho na lugar! :D&lt;br /&gt;9. PINAKA AYAW MONG PALABAS?&lt;br /&gt;~ewan. CORNII movies ata..&lt;br /&gt;10. PINAKA AYAW MONG WEBSITE?&lt;br /&gt;~bad websites. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;11. PINAKA AYAW MONG PAGKAIN&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~DURIAN! -.-" the smell's sooo uberr awful.&lt;br /&gt;12.PINAKA AYAW MONG PABANGO.&lt;br /&gt;BAKIT?&lt;br /&gt;~duh! hindi mabango. hahaha! cornii.. amp.. strong colognes or perfumes&lt;br /&gt;na makakasipon.&lt;br /&gt;13. PINAKA AYAW MONG PRUTAS&lt;br /&gt;~durian, chico, watermelon, apple, anything na walay lami.&lt;br /&gt;14. PINAKA AYAW MONG YOSI&lt;br /&gt;~i dont effin smoke!&lt;br /&gt;15. PINAKA AYAW MONG BINABASA&lt;br /&gt;~never gyud?! geom. hahaha. kidding. amp.. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;17. PINAKA AYAW MONG SUBJECT&lt;br /&gt;NUNG HIGHSCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;~im still a highschool stud. filipino cgro. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;18. PINAKA AYAW MONG TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;NUNG HIGHSCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;~yaw saba?! hahaha. si maam .....! guess who!&lt;br /&gt;19. PINAKA AYAW MONG PANGALAN&lt;br /&gt;~probably hanna. hahahah :D tsaka simone. weeee.&lt;br /&gt;21. PINAKA AYAW MONG PINAPANOOD&lt;br /&gt;SA TV&lt;br /&gt;~ewan.&lt;br /&gt;22. PINAKA AYAW MONG BUWAN&lt;br /&gt;~july.&lt;br /&gt;23. PINAKA AYAW MONG GINAGAWA&lt;br /&gt;PAG UMAGA&lt;br /&gt;~waking up early!!&lt;br /&gt;24. PINAKA AYAW MONG GINAGAWA&lt;br /&gt;PAG GABI&lt;br /&gt;~mag make ug assignment. tapos hahaha. ambot. joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;25, PINAKA AYAW MO-MAMALANTSA,&lt;br /&gt;MAGLABA O MAGLUTO&lt;br /&gt;~maglaba, kei mag rashes ko. mamalantsa, kei makasunog ko ug damit. :D&lt;br /&gt;26. PINAKA AYAW MONG TINITIGNAN O&lt;br /&gt;NAKIKITA DITO SA DOWNELINK&lt;br /&gt;~what?!&lt;br /&gt;27. PINAKA AYAW MONG NARERECEIVE NA&lt;br /&gt;TEXT&lt;br /&gt;~hu u? or .. amp.. baztah! tapos KANANG dili ga reply maski naay load! UNLI rbah jed!&lt;br /&gt;28. PINAKA AYAW MONG TUMATAWAG&lt;br /&gt;SAYO&lt;br /&gt;~ambot.&lt;br /&gt;29. PINAKA AYAW MONG NAG EEMAIL&lt;br /&gt;O NAG MEMESSAGE SAYO SA&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER&lt;br /&gt;~si kwan.. si.. ambot.&lt;br /&gt;30. PINAKA AYAW MO SA GF/BF&lt;br /&gt;~seloso. ambot. baztah.&lt;br /&gt;31. PINAKA AYAW MONG MAALALA NA&lt;br /&gt;NANGYARI SA BUHAY MO&lt;br /&gt;~my past gradeschool experiences. baztah. i dont want that batch anymore.&lt;br /&gt;32.PINAKA AYAW MONG NAKILALANG&lt;br /&gt;TAO&lt;br /&gt;~si kwan. si toooooooooooooot&lt;br /&gt;33. PINAKA AYAW MONG TUGTOG&lt;br /&gt;~kanang sobraan ka kornii nga rap. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;34. PINAKA AYAW MONG ORAS NG&lt;br /&gt;ARAW&lt;br /&gt;~afternoon! bastah iniiittt! kei gkapgod nako sa klasrum! and makatulog ko.&lt;br /&gt;35. PINAKA AYAW MONG SPORT&lt;br /&gt;~ewan.&lt;br /&gt;36. PINAKA AYAW MONG ARTISTA&lt;br /&gt;~mga judy ann, jolina, and the sort.&lt;br /&gt;37. PINAKA AYAW MONG ORAS PAG&lt;br /&gt;TINETEXT KA&lt;br /&gt;~malay. texter man ko.&lt;br /&gt;38. PINAKA AYAW MONG ULAM AT DI&lt;br /&gt;KINAKAIN&lt;br /&gt;~dili ko ganahn ug rice na overnight na. yakkk! hehehe. BAHAW. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;39. PINAKA AYAW MONG LAHI NG TAO&lt;br /&gt;~fcukers and feelers and btiches.&lt;br /&gt;40.PINAKA AYAW MONG NAIISIP&lt;br /&gt;NGAYON&lt;br /&gt;~si.. wala.&lt;br /&gt;41. PINAKA AYAW MONG BAHAGI NG&lt;br /&gt;KATAWAN NA PINAPALO KA&lt;br /&gt;~sa face! sa arm! sa paa! xiet! TANAN. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;42. PINAKA AYAW MONG UGALI NG&lt;br /&gt;TAO&lt;br /&gt;~arte. piste. wate. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;43. PINAKA AYAW MONG MAKITANG&lt;br /&gt;TAO KAILANMAN&lt;br /&gt;~si DUCK! hahaha. ug si 4! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115503755792416579?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115503755792416579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115503755792416579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115503755792416579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115503755792416579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmpft-surbee-again.html' title='hmpft. surbee again.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115503651404331134</id><published>2006-08-08T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T04:21:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday. 8-8-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, this time im not that bored. maybe a bit. but not that much. anyhoo, congratualtions to &lt;a href="http://www.aikaye.blogspot.com"&gt;aikaye&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mimaitan.blogspot.com"&gt;mi`mai&lt;/a&gt;.. they passed their promotion. wooohooo! :D anyways, i havent been blogging much in blogger. so i decided (nalang) to post here. but remember, my daily "sort of blog" is in my &lt;a href="http://bluegirlonthemove.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; account. so anyways, i havent got that much something to talk about. oh yeah! i remember. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;computer time. this quarter, our lesson was about web designing&lt;/span&gt;. for short, we bloggers of sms from IIGold, Blue and Silver (not all. but chosen ones..) have to sorta go back (reeeeeeeeeeeewind.) to get to learn the shortcuts and all that we do in our blog. like making tags, chuva's.. and.. i love it. hahaha. im not really that total&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GEEK (from my ka-kada angeli's dictionary "a computer enthusiast [[correct?]])&lt;/span&gt; but i could connect somehow when they talk about some geeky thingies.. anyhoo, i was really uberr laughing and had fun when ar², paul and all the people in IISilver (they're NOT ignorants, but they dont know what i was doing YET. but they will.) when i checked out to see what i did, i was sooo uberr happy when my computer had a connection to the internet (basic web designing pa kasi. so walang internet. AND they somehow cut off the connection.) but my wasnt. so whoooo! i checked my blog, ofcourse doing the *insert kulbaan style lingi left to right* i wasnt able to see who visited my blog. so eksheksh palagi. but as i made my work, i was soooo bored, i opened aikaye's blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY WERE SOOO AMAZED BY HOW WE MADE IT&lt;/span&gt;. i first opened mine. they saw it and said "whoa! chuii lagi toh bei.." and all that stuff after the next aikaye's then maii's and then camille's. sooo i was uberr laughing and scared at the same time. i closed it nah, bored parin so (not to mention, all of the computer users in my back faced in my computer. looked sooo amazed. as in!) i added a &lt;.marquee&gt; and &lt;./marquee&gt; dbah they will move? ar.ar was sooo amazed, while me, laughing to death. i was sooo happy at that time. and ended up my plain looking face after that class. hahaiz.. though joah was so irritating that (both of them were texting. guys, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.) after that, i wasnt really expecting that much. i mean, twas' okayy with me. no matter what, he wasnt mine at all. so there. joah pressed her keypads *insert her reply here.* and she added "regards daw si gillian." and i sawwww the whole crappy thing!! she even made me look at the word "sending message" afterwards "message sent." SHUXXXX! also, the time i passed by after computer class, i went outside to go to the HS bldg. to get the speaker and my books. i passed by nestea house and cugay. they were all there forming a letter u. pero wide. ) like this. pero like u. whateverrr. they all said "HI." chuvaness. me, with angeli ofcourse replied hi back to them. i had my head down and waved at them. i know. i was embarassed. so whatevrr.. JOAH! i promise to kill you, if you do that again.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; now im worried if i'll look him tomorrow OR not. might as well i wont&lt;/span&gt;. :D that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;pls. view my multiply. thanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115503651404331134?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115503651404331134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115503651404331134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115503651404331134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115503651404331134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-8-8-6.html' title='tuesday. 8-8-6'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115495082390955560</id><published>2006-08-07T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T04:43:06.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surbbbbeeee (bored AGAIN.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what's the last text message on your cell&lt;br /&gt;phone say ?:&lt;br /&gt;~~mag babay sa q kay lobat sd ning buray&lt;br /&gt;na fon. Hay, lintek na lyf. (guess from who? :D sooooppperrrmmmannn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: whose bed did you sleep in last night ?&lt;br /&gt;~~DUHR! my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what color shirt are you wearing ?&lt;br /&gt;~~white. with a pink esprit flower in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: most recent movie that you watched ?&lt;br /&gt;~~sukOb!! :D hahahahah. twas' fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: name one thing that you do everyday ?&lt;br /&gt;~~live, love, and what was the other one? kidding.&lt;br /&gt;EFFIN BREATHE. duhrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what's the color of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;~~light green. (i effin dont like it! i want pink and black, OR BLUE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: how much cash do you have on you right&lt;br /&gt;now ?&lt;br /&gt;~~my wallet's in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;~~july 13. ='( she left for cebu, then the next day to hk. after that new york!! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who got you to join Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;~~my sister! she was the one who made my account since,&lt;br /&gt;like grade four or five? whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Look to your left. What's there?&lt;br /&gt;~~the door to my room.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whats the last piece of clothing you&lt;br /&gt;borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;~~shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most&lt;br /&gt;during the day?&lt;br /&gt;~~my friendster, multiply, and blogspot. and other pipzies&lt;br /&gt;blogs and multiply's.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have an air freshener in your car?&lt;br /&gt;~~i dont even own a car myself, and our car hasnt been&lt;br /&gt;used ever since mom left for ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br /&gt;~~what?! what the.. what would i do with those things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;~~yep. ='( my hearrt.. (charrr.) "i tear my heart open! i sow myself shut! ='("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What city was your last taxicab ride in?&lt;br /&gt;~~seeeeeeeedeeeeeeeeeeooooooooohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;~nope. ='( teeeheee. still waiting for dad's package. it's&lt;br /&gt;in the boxxx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favorite Starbucks drink?&lt;br /&gt;~~ummm.. i forgot the name. baztah i like the vanilla frap!&lt;br /&gt;looooooovvee it sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Recent time you were really upset?&lt;br /&gt;~~kanina in school. dismissal. as in uberrr upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Last________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw:&lt;br /&gt;~~superman? hahaha. kidding. my ate and her friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk on the phone with:&lt;br /&gt;~~kathy will still call me pa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged:&lt;br /&gt;~~dont remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Today________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you doing now:&lt;br /&gt;~~listening to stars are blind by paris. and typing this&lt;br /&gt;crappy survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you eat for lunch:&lt;br /&gt;~~BAGUIO beans and barbeque! :D yumm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________Tomorrow___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is:&lt;br /&gt;~~tooooooooooossssdeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans:&lt;br /&gt;~~to kill someone. baztah PRANKA ko ugma. :D&lt;br /&gt;~~bring mp3 and speaker. :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Goal:&lt;br /&gt;~~to perfect my math assignment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;~~fcuk. i hate tuesdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have work:&lt;br /&gt;~~yep. make a.c's and doooo stuff. who the hell&lt;br /&gt;knows? it's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Currently_________&lt;br /&gt;1. in love with someone:&lt;br /&gt;~~yep. ='( and nobody cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. listening to:&lt;br /&gt;~~sa kanya by mymp.. ♠fcuk♠ emo na naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. wearing jeans:&lt;br /&gt;~~nope. shorts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. eating:&lt;br /&gt;~~after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. craving:&lt;br /&gt;~~FOR CHOCOLATES! anna and camz!! your&lt;br /&gt;promises! bring them ha? hihihiihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and im still bored. click &lt;a href="http://www.bluegirlonthemove.multiply.com"&gt;any&lt;/a&gt; words to go to my multiply account. :D hehehehehehe :D am still bored..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fcuk. i still effin like him.. ='( &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115495082390955560?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115495082390955560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115495082390955560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115495082390955560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115495082390955560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/08/surbbbbeeee-bored-again.html' title='surbbbbeeee (bored AGAIN.)'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115478656025461693</id><published>2006-08-05T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T07:37:20.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey from rafa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got BORED. soo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.] Anong ginagawa mo pag nakikita mo ang crushmo?&lt;br /&gt;~pacute. :D tapos pagwapa. tan.aw daun sa iya. hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2.] Pinakamatagal mong crush?&lt;br /&gt;~now? 2 years. MAG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3.] Kelan ka nagkaroon ng first crush?&lt;br /&gt;~when i was still in grade 1! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4.] Nahalikan mo na ba crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~nope. :D (i wish. hahaha. joke lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5.] What is your memorable moment with your crush?&lt;br /&gt;~as in unforgettable? when he held my hand for a long time for the first time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6.] Alam ba ng crush mo na crush mo sya?&lt;br /&gt;~yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7.] Ilan ang nagiging crush mo sa isang taon?&lt;br /&gt;~dalawa last year. pero isa ra jed ang nagdugay. ang ikaduha, one week ratoh! :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8.] Ano yung una mong tinitingan pagnagkakacrush ka?&lt;br /&gt;~the eyes. para sa ako, dapat jed na dapat na kabalo xa mag guitar. (i♥guitarists. labin na cute! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;and he knows how to play ball. simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9.] May crush ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;~yep. and i must admit, since last year pa.. la lang xa balo. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10.] May mga similarities ba ang mga nagigingcrushes mo?&lt;br /&gt;~sort of.. tanan crush nq ever since kei mga basketball players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;11.] Close ba kayo ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~that was before. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12.] Friend mo ba sya sa Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;~oo. pero di na niya ga.iopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13.] May testi ba sya sayo?&lt;br /&gt;~wala. :D pero aq naa. char! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14.] Nasaktan mo na ba physicaly or emotionalyang crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~i think. pero that was before. i dunno lang karon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15.] Ano ang pinaka-magandang qualities ngcurrent crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~he's good enough. --for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16.] Kung liligawan ka ng crush mo, papayag kaba?&lt;br /&gt;~maybe. :D heheheheh (alang. way duha² hahaha. joooke nsad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. Paano kung manalo ka ng trip to Boracay,isasama mo ba ang crush mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~friends muna. mas chuii pa nah. ehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18.] Isang bad quality ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~dli xa mamansin una. xa ang magpapansin. (soree daan) tapos BEFORE, gapangusi. hahaha that was before.&lt;br /&gt;baztah! buotan xa, wala balo ang uban sa tnuod. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;19.] Bakit ka nagkaka-crush?&lt;br /&gt;~i dunno. it's not lovelove. neither love. ambut. maybe love? ambut. ask the person who made that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20.] Define crush.&lt;br /&gt;~they said "idol" daw. pero to me it's more than that. more of morelike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;21.] Natutuwa ka ba sa song ni Mandy Moore na "Crush"?&lt;br /&gt;~i dont remember the song. (still downloading it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22.] Paboritong pagkain ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~he likes pizza. grabeh ka busawan!! ehehehe (he said so..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23.] Sa tingin mo ba, binabasa nya ngayon ang survey mo?&lt;br /&gt;~how would i know? :D if soo, "hi!" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;24.] Namatayan ka na ba ng crush?&lt;br /&gt;~what?! kaw tngale! ayaw gyud ako! eheheh muhilak jed kooo! (charr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;25.] Sigurado ka bang crush nga lang ba iyan?&lt;br /&gt;~yesmaybeno. ehehehe malay.. pero i think it's between yes and no, maybe, DUHRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;26.] Nagka-crush ka na ba sa kaibigan mo?&lt;br /&gt;~oo. :D xa.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;27.] Best gift na nabigay sayo ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~wala. :D dli pa keu mi close noh! (kung mag hi xa sa aq, gist na nah nya..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;28.] Kinantahan ka na ba ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~nope. pero ingun sqng bezpren., MURAG daw.. hahahha (sassja: nangharana? waa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;29.] Nagseselos ka ba pag may ibang lumalapitsa crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~i must admit, oo. (pero dli sad grabeh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30.] Describe your crush in 2 words.&lt;br /&gt;~forever young./cute. (waaa. hehehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;31.] Paano kung magkacrush din sayo yung crush mo, ano gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;~ambut lang. siguro happy.. sooo happy. atleast na prove nq gwapa ko! HAHAHA. yaw na palag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;32.] Naaalala mo ba sya ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;~ermm.. yeah. hahaha (just like my sooo long dream last nigh, with the continuation kanina sa umaga. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;33.] Tinext ka ba nya ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;~dili nman xa ga reply. last ever? july 31. (dated pa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;34.] May bagay bang nakakapag-paalala sya sayo?&lt;br /&gt;~yeah. the [s] logo. HAHAHAH. (obvious na keu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;35.] Memorize mo ba telephone number nya?&lt;br /&gt;~wala gneh ko balo sa iya tel no. cell nuon. hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;36.] Nag-away na ba kayo ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~maybe. i dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;37.] Dinededma ka lang ba ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~now? yes. kei ambut. before? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;38.] May gusto ba sya sa iba?&lt;br /&gt;~how the hell would i know?! cguro. daghan gwapa sa kalibutan, naa jed tngale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;39.] Gusto mo bang dalawin ka ng crush mo pagpumanaw na sya?&lt;br /&gt;~ayaw beh! piste.. ehehehe :D murag bata pa keu ko anah. if the time comes (incluso gritaría infront de él. no es un problema, su casa es justa un bloque algo algunos pasos lejos. [en espanol.])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;40.] Message mo sa crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;~hi. :D sorry daan. :D umm.. sa paman? bastah. kung maka sturya lang ko nimo IF ONLY that happens, dghan ko ichikka nmu. ehehe :D peace na friend.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and for those who understand AND know who he is, please dont ever tell his codename, kei grabeh na ka panka. [basin makit.an sa computer class natoh.] and if your the one who's reading this, ehehhe, la lang. hi! aw. hahahaha :D guysss, PLEASE, if ever you have warm hearts (saktoh?) dont ever and i mean EVER tell. thankyooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://etsukubayashi.blogspot.com"&gt;ticamz&lt;/a&gt; and tinana: sabot man mu bah? nana, thanx sa advice. milay, hahaizz.. pooochakkk na nih..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115478656025461693?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115478656025461693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115478656025461693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115478656025461693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115478656025461693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/08/survey-from-rafa.html' title='survey from rafa.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115460662968338023</id><published>2006-08-03T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:03:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;gahd! im soooo bored. as in! belated ti &lt;a href=""&gt;angeli&lt;/a&gt;!! anyhoo, guys, if your wondering where the hell i am, im right here. and ... hahaiz.. i dont really feel like blogging at all. here in blogspot. so i might transfer in multiply(i have an account already! and im starting to LOVE it.) anyways, if you wanna know what's happening to me.. then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluegirlonthemove.multiply.com"&gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&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/24706664-115460662968338023?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115460662968338023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115460662968338023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115460662968338023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115460662968338023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/08/erm.html' title='erm.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115423841333116542</id><published>2006-07-29T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:54:39.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/cant-be-prefect.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/cant-be-prefect.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;im BORED!! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahdd! help me. im still sick. i have been out of tissue and hankies because my nose wont stop dripping!! arrgghh.. well anyways, we won in the opening game!! :D wooooh! SMS against IMIS. woah! as in.. maka disturb jed d.i aqng voice. eheheheh i shouted the whole afternoon to the top of my lungs and.. eventually lost my voice. hahaiz.. anyways, i felt sorry for the guy who was 'foul sumthin..' hahaha. im not really familiar with the use of the basketball "watucallthat" words. anyways.. my ate said he was cute. hahaha. after all these days, pouring rain and the soo hotttt sun, im bored. when it rains, i dont feel like doing something. when it's soo hott, i feel weak.. ---and BORED. anyways, im here alone in the house. not alone. alone. im the only one who's awake. my brother's sleeping. my ate went out to buy grocery and all that stuff. yaya's out because sunday is freeday or watucallthat. im outta here. i dont have load. noone called. and im effin bored!!! anyhoo, im still waiting for confirmation if im allowed to go or not. :D (secret! para bibbo! hahaha.) i have to sleep. ciao all! mwahhhh.. hiihihi.. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[sick and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;.]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115423841333116542?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115423841333116542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115423841333116542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115423841333116542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115423841333116542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored-to-death.html' title='bored to death'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115365798694385721</id><published>2006-07-23T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:35:46.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROOF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fine! so he wants proof? here it is..&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT mad at you. and i didn't do anything, so why'd you ask if nasuko ko? WALA. as i wala na wala na wala. dili ko gapamansin kay gaka ulaw ko. which is quite obvious enough since i never ever say a single hi to YOU ever since this school year started. and I AM SORRY. i mean it. soo pleaaaasssseee!! ayaw na kasuko sa ako (IF ever. kei mau sad ilang gi ingon.) AND wala ko kasabot. ambot sad. ikaw man tngale nasuko sa ako. im not blaming you for anything. since "they" said it's my fault. and i think you might wanna agree with that too. uberr ulaw lang jed keu..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/soryy%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/soryy%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's up to you  if you forgive me or not.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[jubS kaboom!]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115365798694385721?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115365798694385721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115365798694385721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115365798694385721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115365798694385721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/07/proof_23.html' title='PROOF.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115288246428131417</id><published>2006-07-14T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:07:19.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a kiss and a quick goodbye.. ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my mom! i really miss her so much.. -.-" dont ask.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115288246428131417?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115288246428131417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115288246428131417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115288246428131417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115288246428131417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/07/kiss-and-quick-goodbye.html' title='a kiss and a quick goodbye.. =&apos;('/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115227891519292528</id><published>2006-07-07T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T06:28:35.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell.. -.-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so there i was, lunch time, i sat nearby the stage. WITH ofcourse my friends. i really wasnt up to the dancing part since i had a severe pain of headache. wheew! that was indeed close. my brains almost blew up inside me, am not over reacting, but it's sarcastically the truth. anyhoo, was i about to practice in the dance? rather participate into it? oh yeah.. i was.. WAS actually. when i turned around to see my friends who were teaching some steps [so they could follow] to the "new" members of the troup, *bang* supp mann?!? yeah. i know. it's sick. he joined. and so that, i forgot to say something, he didnt MEET up with me in the locker, but accidentaly. i didnt really showed some little hi's neither nor hello's. just because he said "excuse sa gil.." and then i moved aside and said "ayy.. sori." when i looked at the "person" it was him. well.. anyhoo, it's not a big deal when he's around. it's just sooo.. and toooo embarassing! and yes, i agree, im not really THAT good in dancing. BUT i adore it. and pretty much more, I GILLIAN, loves it. yes i do. anyways, i wasnt in the mood lately because of the "happenings" and "to happen" today [friday] i had a severe kind of headache. AND oh.. i didnt eat breakfast in the morning, due to the thank-god-i-wasnt-late TIME. i didnt eat at recess time, because we [jonnie and me] had to finish something for our english report/activity card that time because after recess was ENGLISH. and then after english was bio. so uberrr fun! AS IN. because there we were, jason TAN brought a cake, as in whole cake. TAPOS, i though he was joking, yun pala he was serious! GAHD! ---rich people. anyhoo, we bought a lotsa different sorts of candys, sweets, etc. just to pass our bio project. COOLNESS HUH? ooohh.. too bad i didnt take a pic for it. anyhoo, it was ubberrr fun. tapos lunch time, i ONLY ate two bbq's. arrozcaldo, tpos the strawberry juice. yan.. not quite a perfect meal. PERO atleast nabusog aq kahit paano. after lunch, we directly went to the covered court and turned up the music so loud to practice. tapos yun, some of them [my other ka-group] taught some 2 new people or so.. the steps to the dance. not knowing it was boys and one of them was soooo familiar. it was him. -.-" pretty awkward though.. anyhoo, not reacting to the point that he was there, i just sat down near the stage and whistled to myself a song. [zikrit na song! ahahaha] i couldnt stand up and dance well enough since it was TOO hot and i had an headache. not to mention, i drank 2 cups of coke [at P5 each in SMS. =P] AND not to mention, i wasnt aware that i hadnt drank or rather took my medicine [shlit this acidic thing! grrr..] and it happened throughout the day. after 2 classes, it was PFE time. erm.. the house system was then launched. shlit! ORANGE?! -groan- i didnt expect i'd be in that house. shux.. anyhoo, after that, RUN TO THE GROTTO!! RUN!! turn on the speaker and mp3's AGAIN. *beeeppp..* 'gotta real big heart but am lookin at cha *bEp*' correct?! yeah. beep daw isayaw namin sa monday. he was there dancing again. pero i didnt really mind. BUT i admit, i kept/sometimes/i think looking at him.. +_+ hahaiz.. well.. that day ended wuite good enough. though i had a headache and a stomacheache. PALAGI NALANG ACHE! shlit. wellz.. i have to go nah.. and oh.. must i remind you?! 17 days till my 13yrs old days will be *beep* hahahaha. kada: u know na, DO NOT GREET ME IF EVER YOUR ONE OF THE PLASTICS. nakakainis kasi! eheehehhe.. anyhoo.. wish me luck this monday. my mom's gonna be out of this country in less than 8 days. +_+ im gonna miss her.. huhuhuhu.. well.. i do have to go!! shlit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'all's NOT well, didnt end well..'       -.-"&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be forever pissed off until i get old.. ugghhh.. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115227891519292528?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115227891519292528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115227891519292528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115227891519292528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115227891519292528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/07/unwell.html' title='unwell.. -.-&quot;'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115177493074491655</id><published>2006-07-02T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:29:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERMAN vs. the omen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-.-" im pissed.&lt;/span&gt; i was planning to go out to the movies with my friends because of what I thought we'd watch superman. uggghhh.. now im not in the mood. totally not into it actually. i felt SOOOO down. because i invited lotsa friends, so we'd be BIBBO. and then you know.. wala lang. it wasnt what i really expected. i wasted MY OWN money on nothing. ugghh.. P50.00, as i handed down my money, but i didnt show any reactions. i was thinking, is this movie worth P50.00 to waste on? i guess, NOT. actual NOT. ○sigh○ whatever makes my friends happy. i go with the flow, OR to be precise, went with the flow. i ran out of money. i only bought a 120.oo with me to the movies, since my mom doesnt want me to come, i insisted. and... i wasted it. i hadnt felt anything after all of it. i was so JEALOUS, and i mean JEALOUS of chezska i., she was able to watch it!! and so did superman.. [sa school, he watched in SM with himself daw.. as what he said so..]. was quite surprised though when he texted back. BECAUSE of joah. we had this deal or no deal, and i promised i'd do it. i though it had nothing to do with him. so i exchanged back. we texted and all that. sooo embarassing though.. and i have one mission left, to say "hi" to him. pAxeet. i think the deal was off, but not sure yet. so anyhoo how, i've planned AGAIN to watch the superman movie. i REALLY REALLY REALLY want to watch it. not because of him. But because my sister said it's so nice! tapos you wont regret that you wasted your money. hahaiz.. anyhoo, NEXT TIME, when there's this movie crap, i wont come with them nah.. im so annoyed and pissed. "THE OMEN NALANG. THE OMEN." tapos they go on this crazy wild screaming crap. and they wont watch pala. SHIT! ugggghhh.. good thing they were there to cheer me up. NOT kanina in the mall BUT kanina in the texts.. chezska i. was soooo.. nakakainis! uiii.. happy birthday ni superman! me: huh?!? it's my birthday in july 24!! not his!&lt;br /&gt;wow! nice ones.. anyhoo, I DONT want to turn 14 in the next 22 days! and i mean 22 days! [24th of july.] well.. had fun with my textmates though.. and i regret on coming in ketkie, just to waste a shitload of P50.00 for nothing. im not INOT or anything, pero it was my own money. and bear with me, I am not satisfied!! uggghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: in our batch, SMS sophies! whothehelloova's going to watch superman?! pleaaaaassseee tell me so i can go with you. be sure enough it's what your gonna watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL WHO'S GONNA WATCH THE OMEN: your money's not worth if your gonna ask me. better switch to the SUPERMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and to all who was there: sorryy.. pero i was bored good enough. i wasted my money on nothing. and i'm.... ANNOYED. i wish i didnt come with them.. -.-" im just pissed as hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115177493074491655?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115177493074491655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115177493074491655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115177493074491655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115177493074491655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-vs-omen.html' title='SUPERMAN vs. the omen.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115158902569537755</id><published>2006-06-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T06:50:25.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing the moments.. ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"so would it kill you to die?&lt;br /&gt;--yEp.. and im too young too die.." [a walk to remember]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that happened months ago, i guess that could never come back. yEp.. i see you pass me by JUST like nothing happened. damn. it was embarassing when my friend/s or yours knew.. 75% + 25% is equal to a 100%. everybody knows that math shit. and so what? well.. i guess people are not that dumb. anyhOo.. my point is.. OKAY. so let me just start the day..&lt;br /&gt;-MORNING!!-&lt;br /&gt;+time check+ 7:15 .. not bad. did a good record today. so i walk up the stairs to the second floor and went to find my friends. 2gold, CHECK! they're not here. WHERE the hell could THEY be?? hmmm.. 2blue, CHECK. there they was. phew! they made me sweat like a pig. though i was embarassed by my dirty shoes, nearly half of it was covered with white mud. ARGGGHHH.. kiwi! hahaha. then we talked and talked. beso² there and here.. tapos ..*krrriiinnnggg*.. i ran up the locker and went to fetch my books, rather MY locker/sharemates book. since our locker was messed up with full o' stuff, i just grabbed ANYTHING. april's CL book and.. i think that was it. yeah it was. in CL class, sir john discussed or to be more precise, told us a story-slash-gospel-slash-daily gospel. yeah.. it was called "JESUS IN BLUE JEANS." then my seatmate whispered "i think it's gay. am not sure."  and when sir john showed it to us, "ooohh.. i thought he meant GENES." she whispered again. HAHAHAHAHA! inside of me, i couldnt help myself but laugh! i just did a little giggle. [woOt! atleast, my day had a lil' joke if that's what you call it.] and it went on..&lt;br /&gt;..*krrriiinnnggg*.. the bell rang again, ISP [individual student's P!! hahaha. i forgot.] time. so there i was, looking for my friends again. with nothing to do, i cried rather COMPLAINED to not walk that much since i had major pain. :groan: "can we sit down" "im tired" and so on the list of complains goes on.. we read books in the library and it. whatever happened. then we had music. computer, which was rather a bit of nerving.. since we cant use the computer room due to ... "under construction" and all the things happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaiz.. i really cant forget the days..&lt;br /&gt;before? "HI! HELLO! GUD EVE! GUD AFT! GUD AM! wabshu! TC! evrul you more!  75%!" @#$%^&amp;&amp;amp;**()&lt;br /&gt;NOW??&lt;br /&gt;passing by each other JUST like nothing happened. COOL HUH?? *&amp;^$!#$@#$^#$#$%&amp;amp;**!!! arrggghh!! in can really punch someones face. ^#%^&amp;* whatever! baztah! im through with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE problem is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's just that i still have a crush on him.. ='(  &amp;amp;$%^&amp;amp;* so help me god.. ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115158902569537755?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115158902569537755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115158902569537755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115158902569537755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115158902569537755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/reminiscing-moments.html' title='reminiscing the moments.. =&apos;('/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115116087403294883</id><published>2006-06-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:16:16.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-" im pissed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I’m not okay. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you should at least be able to tell .. okay, so i wont directly jump into conclusions.. here are the things that happened to me: (specifically detailed. hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Karate;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday: &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first day of REGULAR classes. seems okay.  also, (probably one thing i wouldnt miss. hahaha) i saw him. still the same him. a guitarist. and i was quite surprised WHEN i knew that his locker[este shared locker same as mine.] was next to ours [april, frances, alex and mOi. apat dapat! hhahaha].. i was really surprised. AS in. same as any other day, ofcourse i didnt expect it. my friends were the same them. except for ati camz, ti xAxa, and ti geling. i dont pretty know much well about the others. they dont seem to understand me quite well.. it pisses me off. we had classes. pretty much easy. i REALLY thought it was hard. especially GEOM!! gahd!! ehehehe.. pero god! that was easy. "READ, and you'll SUCCEED!" oh diba? especially made by me!! ahahaha.. and it went not good enough though.. tapos yun, i went home and did some drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Karate;font-size:85%;"&gt;tuesday: &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;i was so freakin' pissed!! "they" said. 'panka  keu ka gil doh.." and i forgot the other one. i just hate people who DONT understand.  gahd!! good thing ti milay is there ALWAYS! labshOo mwah² ati.. thanx foe everything! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Karate;font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Karate;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;we had p.e OUR first meeting. grrr.. i was so e-m-b-a-r-a-s-s-e-d -.-" that day. KNOW why? i had to wear my ate's x.u jogging pants that day, since i forgot to ask money the other day, tuesday, from my mom to buy my p.e attire. gahd!! when i entered our classroom sa THIRD FLOOR! andun yung mga x.u boys, raphael says "hala! taga x.u ba d.i ka?" hahaha i just goofawed there. sabay takbo to my friends sa second floor! so, up and down kami palagi ni mai², aikaye, chezska, jonnie, angeli, and all the boys na mei excuse sa friends, or sa cr! poor us, jonnie and me, our lockers our down in second floor. so we cant actually make the takas stuff. =) tapos by lunch time, i cried. +_+ huhuhuhuhu.. because someone, from my kada, said "sus, over reacting lang keu ka." boom. it hit me like a bullet! sakit nun! just so that you know, you dont know what HAPPENED back then. ati milay was really there to comfort me! i did my usual trick, hide behind your friends back then cry. i bursted to tears after she said that. WHO wouldnt be embarassed after the messages he sent you, and then you replied? grrr.. i really was set down pretty bad. she just dont understand. hope you know who you are. and the day didnt end as well.. so as&lt;/span&gt; thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Karate;font-size:85%;"&gt;friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Karate;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;" &gt;we had a great time. not like the other past days.. =) he was so.. cant explain. but to tell you the truth, there's something of him that i like most. and i couldnt describe it as well.. ughhh.. im crushing on him AGAIN. jamming nah naman. ofcourse, all of us sophies went to the other side completo. before, our boys and girls would separate. BECAUSE of the guitar, nag combine nah.. hope it'll happen again. i miss him.. +_+ the texts and all that. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well.. it was a great week. the first week of classes went quite well. i really had a hard time looking for ideas for my activity cards.. well.. im just pissed. from monday to friday, i was pissed. that's it. i have to go now, it's quarter to 11 and i havent finished my a.c. yet.. xAo.. =) will post again next saturday.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115116087403294883?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115116087403294883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115116087403294883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115116087403294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115116087403294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-pissed.html' title='-.-&quot; im pissed..'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115106094641376889</id><published>2006-06-23T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T05:54:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KB theme song.. = ) whetwhew!! great song!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Skratch Punk&amp;quot;;"&gt;KB theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Skratch Punk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Skratch Punk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nades abellera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6:30 gotta get my ass up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Where the hell is my toothbrush?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Gotta get some breakfast and catch the bus to school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I’m late the guard almost killed me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He chase me up the ramp&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And I tumbled down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But I fell into the arms of a CUTIE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh shit! Oh shit! Why is he smiling?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Does he know that I like him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Does he know that I want him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh shit! Oh shit! Yawa! Pisti!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Padulong na si CUTIE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Naa pa jed si HOTTIE dinhi..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;CHORUS (interchange CUTIE and HOTTIE)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Prom night wala akong ka partner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I feel so rejected&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then the guys that all girls were after&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Came to me and says&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Never accept defeat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Never give up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Till death do us part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Padulong na sila&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At ang song buglang nawawala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to nades: =) love this song.. hehehehehe =) keep up tah` good work!!&lt;br /&gt;(ok lang akong tablahon? hehehehe =) peace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&gt;knsai mai igu anih na song? ti milay? hehehehe.. ako!! heheheh nice eu xa.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115106094641376889?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115106094641376889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115106094641376889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115106094641376889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115106094641376889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/kb-theme-song-whetwhew-great-song.html' title='KB theme song.. = ) whetwhew!! great song!!'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115046920324392362</id><published>2006-06-16T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:46:43.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>='( unexpressible feeling.. AND an untrusted friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i accepted an invitation of my friend, my bestfriend. an invitation for lunch in their house. the truth is, i accepted her invitation because i wanted to tell something to my kada. yeah, that's right! (essa. hehehe) a secret i can NEVER even tell to my sister.(ate.) i thought that IF i tell them, they might understand me better. and as WE all know, NO ONE, yes NO ONE is indeed perfect. so that's why, --i wanted to be honest to them, and i still am thinking if one of them/more lied to me. not just to me, but to all my kada. i trustED her. and you know what she does for an exchange? fcuk. she doesnt trust me. i remember, when we texted, a part of all the grading system and changes i might change(whatever it was.) i told her something. i took me a while to wait for her reply. then i wondered. but there was no reaction/suggestion/violation/whatever there is in my face. i just waited. and a few minutes, *phone vibrates* she replied. she said "ahh.. nawa study lagi." good thing. KATHY, yes you heard me, kathy guinoo. the owner of the yummylicious(if there is a word for it.) bakeshoppe in front of x.u, "Cecile's Bakeshoppe" familiar? good. you get me. now anyaways, it was past midnight. and good thing she was awake. i texted her, kath you still awake?(ofcourse in vernacular.) she replied "yEp. i am" then we talked and chuva.. then sometime after or rather before i was about to text kathy, she (my friend. texmate the night before and before and before and the other BEFORES.) said "giL, 'she' asked me baya nah kung honor ka before.."--"and i said yes." so i replied back. "thanx. i was an honor student if it wasnt for some "boys"(which i use for a lame excuse. but the truthe is for something. and what i was ABOUT[totally changed my mind after i remebered her fcuking message and untrusted stuff she did] to tell my kada. guess i really changed the way i look at her. honestly, i am insecure to her. yeah, i really was. but after all the astonishment she did, wow. whatta change.) " and so that is. that was the time i never reply to her messages[pag unlim ako!] and so on and so fourth.. kanina, i think it was morning pah. we went to ati milay's house to enjoy/make fun there. tapos she was there too. and i remembered EVERY detail my friend told me. (to anyfcukingone who teased/teases kathy, you dont know her. better know here before you spill your stupid beans out. she's a very TRUSTED friend. HONEST! if you just know her. especially those ccsians that i really fcuking hate. mga libakera! pucha kau!! that's one reason i accepted my mom to let me transfer in SMS, St. Mary's School[the school I LOVE ever since classes started. and i admit that everything changed in me since my friends showed up. thanks to you guys. sa mga liabakera dra, just remember to look at your face before you start to spit your deceitful words. baka matamaan lang kayo sa mga sinasabi niyo. im NOT being 'pakipot' to MY SCHOOL pero you should know better, and if you want toCHANGE. transfer in SMS NOW!! wag lang ako ipalayo sa mga friendships ko. :D) nag flashback ako! and there it was, i looked at her differently. every zealous vigilance i had on her, *poof and it became koko krunch!(joke!)* disappeared. i dont wanna mention names. pero to the girl, who hates me, FUCK OFF. you see that? i hate you. yes i do. you bitch. watch out, if you dont wanna get hurt, and remember YOU DONT KNOW ME frigida estupida bitch! so beware!!, dont tease my head off. because WHEN i know that you did something/ told someone something, im gonna hurt you unlike the shouting and all the poking stuff i did to jem neri! i promise that. you might wanna change whatever you did before i find out. and when monday comes, im gonna ask for an open forum, OUR LAST open forum. and im gonna be open to my feelings. you can run, but you cant hide. just beware! i must tell you to get rid off me before i find your exquisite stupidity. dont go near me.. and remember i hate you starting now. bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my kada: if you want to ask, just ask. it's no biggie giving any names. if you know already, tell her to back off. =) thanx guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;AND also, i want for us to have our last open forum, kei gusto ko malaman niya anong ginawa niya sa akin. tenchOo beri meni guyszz!! :D mwahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[g]`iL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hihihihi.. im happy for some reason! i know how to keep the fonts nah ati milay! weee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115046920324392362?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115046920324392362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115046920324392362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115046920324392362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115046920324392362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/unexpressible-feeling-and-untrusted.html' title='=&apos;( unexpressible feeling.. AND an untrusted friend.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-115019825410487868</id><published>2006-06-13T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T04:20:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS highschool SUCCESS! (i hate my section! grrr..) BUT it rained..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;arrggghh!! no offense to the "others" (my other classmates.) i hate MY section and most of MY classmates. it's not that because they're no popular or anything, (and i dont care IF you are.) it's just that, they seemed so... silent, quiet, soundless, basta quiet!! it's so.. boring. (our adviser is.. okay. pero i didnt expect si Maam Vic ang maging adviser namin.kala ko kasi math1&amp;2/geom xa na teacher.) i was supposed to have fun, this school year. BEFORE, the 35per class (section BLUE and GOLD) is now turned into a (sa first and second years lang pala.) .. a 25per class. section 1&amp;amp;2 Gold, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, and SILVER!! (and the bold one, "blue" is my fave section [since it's my fave color AND i belonged there in my first year of highschool in SMS school] kasi maingay and they're so fun to be with). im not comparing who's the best and who's not BUT i am comparing the "background" sa classroom namin. and it's soooooo DULL. no offense 2silver. pero i cant accept the fact na naging silver ako!! god!! *bOohoO!* well anyway, atleast! chezska, aikaye, angeli, mi`mai, ar², paul(i could accept ATLEAST. no offense sa tag.iya sa name! hahahaha!), and that new guy, basta si robert man cgro, are classmates. ---and also kevin! hahaha sorry i forgot. not that were THAT close, pero atleast they give "our" classroom some sense of noise. kasi one teacher said, sir mike or sir ian (either one of them) said, so.. na "very quiet ang class nato. while the other said "i like this class, a few lang." (with a glad looking smile, or is it a smirk? whichever.) wow! how excited naman! FEW?? FEW?? i couldnt, and never have lived with ONLY, ever since i went to GRADE 1!!--25 students PER CLASS? tapos boring pah? gahd!! no offense lang talaga sa classmates na i havent mentioned. pero, i think, THINK lang, nah they have their "own" so called world of silence. tapos they share it to us,(i think everyone does have it. whatever!) well.. i CANT do anything naman eh.. they have chosen our section. *bOohoO!* pero la na me magagawa talaga. "oh shit, oh shit, yawa piste! mulabay na si cutie, naa pa jed si ate dinhi!" i remember geling sang that one in our class kanina. hahaha (have i got the lyrics right? heheheh. if not, tell me. hehhe) nice ang song noh? for those who can understand the language. hahaiz.. and yeah, it rained kanina ang lakas! pare! hehehe.. ofcourse, nagpahatid (basta! nagpawait) ng tryctcle/motorela si ati isai, naulanan kami ni ati anna. grabeh! :D pero that was fun!! tapos pag uwi ko naman "ngano nagbasa-basa man ka??" [bat nagpaulan ka? whatever. am not that good in translating visaya to tagalog. so sorry sa ende nakaintindi.] wow! halos nalunod, nalunod talaga! ang slippers at almost half of my pants sa tubig anggaling sa rain, anggaling sa langit. (duh!!) hehehe.. and still, it is raining pa sa labas. not that bad naman. pero mas mabuti pa kanina. anyways.. alis na ako. kung ende papagalitan na ako! i was supposed to "study" daw when i cant study nothing. ende pa ako nakabuy ng books samin ng bro ko. (i am responsible for these stuff. since i am the ate in our school. ate ko kasi college nah. 2nd yr AHSE2. sa adcu. so yun. my responsiblity.) tommorow! i promise. alis na talga ako! let me HAVE fun, atleast bukas lang man! god!! so help "us" god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xAo! :D see you classmates tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[im not happy with my section. sorry talaga guys, T-T even my best friends, di ko kasama. EXCEPT kay ati geling! si ti sassj, tisai, ticamz magkasama sa isang sexon. si ati anna at atijam naman iisa rin. pero noisy and class nila. di gaya sa amin. 2silver sux. (ithink. i have to find out more. about my classmates pah.) sorry talaga guys. ask "most" of my seatmates, ayaw nila sa 2silver. kala kasi sa ibang sexon na tables and chairs kami. hahaha. kukunin pala, at seats with desks parin samin. xiEt. ='( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-115019825410487868?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/115019825410487868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=115019825410487868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115019825410487868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/115019825410487868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/sms-highschool-success-i-hate-my.html' title='SMS highschool SUCCESS! (i hate my section! grrr..) BUT it rained..'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114996120606123741</id><published>2006-06-11T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:04:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my hair!! =( bOohOo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nakakainis talaga yung "haircutter" yung pumutol sa hair ko!! kasi yung araw natoh, kaninang umaga, dumating yung tita ko anggaling Cebu kasi hinatid  niya yung bagon yaya namin. tapos, di ko namalayan kasi mga 9/10 na ako nakagising sa umaga. tapos natulog ako ulit at nakagising ALMOST lunchtime na yun! malas nga lang, di ko naabutan yung tita ko, hingi sana ako ng pera! JOKE! hehehe :D ende kasi nagtagal yung tita ko dito sa CDO kasi pupuntahan at bibisitahin pa raw niya yung tito ko. ANG LAYU MEN! pumunta xa sa bukidnon kasi ganun at eto raw.. (asus. i dont care. hehehe di naman kami close ng tito ko. yun yung naka.away ko, AND that's the reason di na sila close ni mommy! hahaha)pagising ko AGAIN, di ko talaga namalayan yung oras,  ang tagal ko kasing umuwi kagabi sa party ng mom ni alex (ofcourse, V.I.P kaya invited palagi. JOKE! hahaha) . mga quarter to twelve na un! galing ng mom ko, kinuha pa niya ako sa may road. hehehe :D anyways, back to my second morning stretch, kumain ako ng brunch. tapos nanuod ng telebisyon at etc. sabi ng mom ko nah "magbihis na keu kasi aalis tayu papuntang ketkie, bili na tayu ng school supplies niyo." tas yun, di na tuloy! kasi hinatid pa namin yung tita ko sa Gmall. sa pierre man sana un! pero ayaw ng tita ko kasi yung maliit na away ng ate at cuz ko. (pero di offended ate ko kasi di naman xa guilty.) tas uminit yung ulo ko kasi na.aasaran ako sa jeepney caller yung "bugo, cogon, etc." kasi tinanong niya AKO kung san kami papunta, nag taxi nalang kami, pero nainis talga ako kasi AYAW tumigil!  dahil sa na.aasaran na ako, sinigawan ko yung "guy" na "wag mo nga akong tanungin!" sabay taray ang mata. na.shock talga yung ate ko! (i think yung callerboy rin) tumatawa talaga xa nang malakas. tapos yun, sumakay na kami, QUIET na time yun kasi walang nag speak-up sa mag cousins. except the sisters, yung mom at tita ko.ng umabot kami sa Gmall, (para sOxal, shortcut pa! hehehe) sabi nang tita ko "doon niyo lang kami ihatid sa may second doorway, kasi etc..." so okay.. yun, beso² hug² (sa tita ko lang!) tas alis na xa. pag labas namin, sabi ng mom ko, uy! may oras pa, paputol kana ng buhok mo giL.(kasi yun yung isa sa mga promise nya, paputol yung buhok ko sa afternoon.) and then yun, sabi ko "reyes" lang tayo ate, mas magaling pa roon. sumakay kami ulit, carlos reyes raw! ha?!? ano?!? nainis talga ako! as in. pag abot namin sa barbershop, ang daming tao! to the maxx! (night cafe kasi eh. dami palang nagpagupit ng buhok!) tas wala na kaming ibang mapuntahan, kaya sa reyes nalang. tinanong ko muna ate ko kung anong kataas ng iputol at matira, tas na gets "na raw" nung tig gupit. biglang sinabi ng mom ko "gil, sayang ng buhok mo. ang liit na." AKALA ko ende maliit na na i though i NEVER expected.tapos pag tapos ng gupit, BANG! nainis ak0! ang liit ng pagkaputol!! halos umiyak na ako, kasi 2 YEARS!! walang pagupit, kasi gusto ko mataas. straight cut lang man ang gusto ko ah, di naman pa.baba! bumayad na si mommy, pagkatapos ng gupit niya, (nasa likod niya ako nun na time.) nakita talaga at naawa pa ang may.ari sa expression ko sa mukha ko. tapos yun, sumigaw talaga ko, "ba't dito pa tayo nagpagupit? simpleng instructions lang naman dipa nakuha! sa susunod, doon na tayo sa carlos reyes! mas mabuti pa roon kasi nakakaintindi yung mga haircutters. arrgghh!! di na ako babalik dito! nakaka.asar yung pumutol ng buhok ko!" hahahaha! tumawa naman yung ate ko ulit, pero honestly, ang liit ng pagkaputol ng buhok ko! (kabatch ko! DONT EVER be surprised! huhuuhuhuh T-T) hahaiz.. sayang! nakakainis talaga yung babaeng yun! sus! wala na akong magagawa, kaya yun, pinabayaan ko nalang yung grin na nasa mukha ko until i reached our house. the first thing i did was went to the mirror in my room. uhuhuhuhuh T-T halos umiyak na ako! ggggrrr.. kainis! badluck talga ang araw nato! xiEt. bukas papunta naman kami somewhere (sa ketkie sana!) para bumili nang mga school supplies FOR SURE. at bumili ng etcetera.. hahaiz.. wala na ang buhok ko.. xAo! goodbye! (tataas pa naman toh ulit.) hahaiz.. wala na akong magagawa. and to it's surprise, i felt better pagkatapos ng pag edit ko sa blog ko. inedit ko yung iba, not that much pero atleast mai music nato. hehehe :D so aalis na ako, it's morning na pala! di ko namalayan! sige! aalis nako! xAo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressed talaga ako! =( shux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[g]`iL- out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114996120606123741?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114996120606123741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114996120606123741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114996120606123741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114996120606123741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-my-hair-boohoo.html' title='i miss my hair!! =( bOohOo!!'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114959783986156278</id><published>2006-06-06T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:40:52.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lucky us! :D (orientations of the freshies and transferees.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;supposedly, we were to start our classes in June 13, 2006. (that would be a tuesday) since our orientation was moved from June 7 to June 13, 14, and 16, our classes would start in June 19 [now a monday](yipEe! :D i love this school.) hihihihih... :D too bad, a few of the school's have/had started their classes, (e.g. Ccs, x.u gradeschool?[i think], lourdes, oro christian, and mostly public schools. they started their class or had their orientations earlier (monday, June 5). so that would explain HOW proud i am as a St. Marian. :D FREEDOM! (freshie ko bai!, remember guys? hehehe). one experience [or rather a feeling, or whatever] i have had during my freshman year and as a new stud to the school, was the keen friendship and the bondness. since our batch [last year and to be a sophie year this monday] or should i say, the school has added two sections for the second years and freshmen, [supposedly there were 2 sections for every HS year. now three for the first and second years.] due to the max students/transferees/incoming freshies who transfer St. Mary's School for the school year 2006-2007. A few of the incoming juniors had interviewed a few of the new students, and one of the questions was "Why did you transfer to this school/ in SMS?" in visayan 'ngano nibalhin man ka sa SMS?" and for the few studs that they interviewed [with a laughing and all that bonding] she said, a former rosevale student, and one of my soon to be colleague, said "because i find the school nice and i like it." visayan 'kay ganahan man ko ug chada pud xa.' [i think this is what she said. if i am not in the exact words, sorry.] anyways, i'll be posting tomorrow about the happenings.. :D im tired. depressed and missing xom1 badly. [ayaw na palag! :D] pero not that seious. KNSA KA??? hehehe joke. anyaways, gotta go! mom's scolding me nah.. :D FRESHIE KO BAI ---SOPHIES TA BAI na d.i! :D SEE YOU THIS JUNE 13,14 and 16 ORIENTATION natin yan! so dont forget to come ha? :D [except sa manyak! *ti camz! hahaha] cgE! xAo! :D godbless. takecare AND always pray to god. :D [excited na keu ko ug nakulbaan at the same time! :D shux. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114959783986156278?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114959783986156278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114959783986156278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114959783986156278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114959783986156278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/06/lucky-us-d-orientations-of-freshies.html' title='the lucky us! :D (orientations of the freshies and transferees.)'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114854942420662737</id><published>2006-05-25T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T05:48:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: shivering coldness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now listening: obsession by frankie j.&lt;br /&gt;mood: emo. cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i havent had experience this kind of weather since it's summer. i mean i think about two days ago, it rained, but for just a few couple of hours. and not like this dim. wow. i could really use some nice cup of milo. (incase you dont know, im allergic to coffee. :D and i hate the bad smell, no offense for the coffee addicts. it really weakens my breathing. honest.) ôsighô today's just not like any other day that have come pass by. too cold. too dim. and too damn BORING. this is what usually happens to some old boring girl who's a couch potato and grabs anything for breakfast and lunch (since my mummys out always, my mum has work to do. and dOi. she usually helps my dad to raise money. and we[three of us] are gonna be left behind by some relative i dont even know. between the month of june-august, she's moving in with my dad in NY. and have her work there, as a nurse. damn.) AND you know what? one thing that's strange of me this summer is, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i dont get track of the time. even the day. i mean like "ma, what day is it today? monday noh?" mum: "anong monday? dyos ko, it's tuesday gil." wow. galing naman ng memory ko! since i dont keep a calendar in my room. hahaha :D totally weird. anyways, sumisigaw na ang pusa ko! he's hungry. taba na nun! :D&lt;br /&gt;back to the bussiness, there is still a pouring rain. and ôsighô i have to admit. im still damn ... i dont know. i guess im just the way i am. ughhh... i dont know what i am talking right now. but sure do, i am not in the mood to talk about everything i want to. maybe later. god. the rain's still pouring down so fast outside. *shivers* damn cold! :D anyways.. i'll post up the story this midnight(i hope.) xAo. :D be back later... :D xAo.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114854942420662737?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114854942420662737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114854942420662737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114854942420662737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114854942420662737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-diary-shivering-coldness.html' title='Dear Diary: shivering coldness...'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114849014480252363</id><published>2006-05-25T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:47:56.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: the big heap of mess. ---but the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uggghhh... i hate this day! i had enough. i was supposed to make an article for my blog about something, but shit happens you know! : ( i am definately a hundred percent tired! it's been for like, three days ago. two days of searching and post it on the 3rd day. and it happened to me yesterday! the same thing did. i guess the gods are punishing me for spreading the word. i mean are you crazy? this night is my second night to write about the great article. and suddenly------hangs over----and went dead. i didnt find away to bring it back. it's sooo long! i mean it was an article, that i wrote, and it never was posted. --doggone! anyways... enough with the problems. i was just looking through some trailer movies about 'cruel intentions'. even some of it was adultery, i still manage to watch the movie because of just one thing, the cruel doggone guy who was some sort of a crazy maniac. ugghh.. i dont care. my crushes from movies were always on the bad side! like one, from the movie 'hating alison ashley' the guy i really love who was cute though, was on the bad side. and this one, Sebastian was his screen name on the movie 'cruel intentions' but he's real name was Ryan Philippe. GOD! he's cute! honest. :D i really like the way he acts especially in the rear end (the almost ending part) of the movie, he was changed because he fell inlove with Reese Witherspoon. (together, they sure do make a cute couple.) this Sebastian guy was a rich filthy xEs maiac. BUT he changed and became the best ever handsome cute guy in the movie. phew! taas noon! hehehe :D damn he's cute. i found a nice trailer movie in youtube, and sure it was cute. it was about Reese and Ryan! hehehe. :D good thing the girl from Buffy the Vampire Slayer wasnt there. she was a total sult in that movie! god! she was a major wohre there! hahaha :D good thing nobody likes her in the end, because they already knew, the students all of them, who read Sebastian-the-cute-guy's diary. too bad Sebastian died! : ( sayang! hehehe :D cute pa naman! namatay pa. here is the short movie i got lookie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mu4Je531TKg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mu4Je531TKg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! Ryan Philippe's too damn cute for a naughty movie! and i saw him twice this afternoon after watching TWO movies, one movie i know he was there, while the second, i didnt know. he was a cop there. BUT cute. :D hehehe :D anyways, i really have to go to bed nah! my mom's asleep nah and she woke up kanina just to tell me to have my sleep nah. cge. tcee all. godbless. :D i'll update tomorrow. i'll try to promise. :D xAo :D&lt;br /&gt;(*anyways, have you noticed that the bad words are some sort of rearranged? i dont want to think others that im such a bad person, which i am hahaha :D , so let's just keep that way. thanx for hoppin' by. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114849014480252363?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114849014480252363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114849014480252363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114849014480252363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114849014480252363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-diary-big-heap-of-mess-but-best.html' title='Dear Diary: the big heap of mess. ---but the best.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114823043500473354</id><published>2006-05-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:53:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: ANNOUNCEMENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i hereby sentence you to... wtf? hehehe. just foolin' around. anyways... hnde pa ayos ang blog ko. kasi nag simple² daw ako ng skins ko kasi, pra sakin, sakin lang ha! mas binabaduy ko yang mga "may backgrounds" kung natamaan man keu't nahulog ang bato, SORRY pow. atleast honest ako noh! anyways... there is an ANOUNCEMENT from ----ahem.----from me. eto oh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BLOG &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNDER &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;CONSTRUCTION!! okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok. gets muna atah eh.. cgeg. bye! tcee all! godbless. and always pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;out and gone,&lt;br /&gt;[g]`iL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114823043500473354?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114823043500473354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114823043500473354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114823043500473354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114823043500473354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-diary-announcement.html' title='Dear Diary: ANNOUNCEMENT!!'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114681733015503013</id><published>2006-05-05T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:22:10.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: a new recipe for a hungry stomache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hey all you bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;i discovered a new recipe. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LUNCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;recipe. it's not quite that healthy, i just logged in kanina about 11:26am. just to open and see all the happenings in my friendster, mail, ym, blog, etc. i was so hungry, and the fact is my mom hadnt have bought the groceries that she promised &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;and yep, hunger strikes us. "us" my ate, me and my bro. though my mom, brings us a few luscious yummy treats. (e.g. takeouts from restaurants, ice creams, cakes, etc.). *yumm* now my tummy rumbling. im hungry, and i had just arrived from ororama to buy lechon manok. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just me. NO ONE ELSE. me.&lt;/span&gt;) i just paradd(is their a word for that? wtd.) a motorcycle and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"manong, ororama."&lt;/span&gt; just because i was cute and all (char!! juz kidding.) well. here's my lunch kanina. though it isnt that healthy, it brought my stomach to atleast, stop the rumbling and all. yuummm... delisyoso !! hahaha. toink. wellsh, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rushing through the time? well, here is a good one of a heck lunch. it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;one of a delicious one !! really, try it as you please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a bag of delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piattos&lt;/span&gt; (in any flavor. but i'd prefer the one in onion. it's delicious. i mean it. was it onion? basta. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; one.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;half a glass of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; carnation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evap&lt;/span&gt; milk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a spoon of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sugar &lt;/span&gt;(just a spoon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;1/4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; water&lt;/span&gt;. just 1/4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just open the bag of piattos, and add in the glass the spoon of sugar. add in water just the measurement you want, you can experiment anything. and so, if you want to have a fine lunch, then add in a few cubes of ice.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;voila !! you got yourself a delicious not so healthy, meal. hahaha. i just experimented that one kanina. when i went home with an empty stomach. ahaha. so. enjoy !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao !! gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/24706664-114681733015503013?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114681733015503013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114681733015503013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114681733015503013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114681733015503013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-diary-new-recipe-for-hungry.html' title='Dear Diary: a new recipe for a hungry stomache.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114637591585060589</id><published>2006-04-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:45:15.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: turning back the twists and turns through me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;after a quite few days, i've been feeling uneasy due to my eyes and my migrain. abd to that, i feel down. i dont know what im saying. but the bad news is ... im having my glasses back. i'm quite not comfrotable through this because i know a lot of my friends say 'you look good on with glasses' but infact, i dont believe them. i noticed, once your that close (as in bestfriend, friend, gf, bf, sister, brother, mother, father, etc.) to someone, they encourage you through lies. i mean in positive ways, but sure to it, i know nothing in all of it is real. because i've been through all of it. i flunked all the things i wanted to just to let my parents notice me for once !! and guess what? they wont and will never do that. DUE to favoritism, they might or will get rid of you. and because of that, i noticed it's in the background of our family. and yes indeed it is. i wont guve any examples  but sure enough, one of my closest friends knew all about me. it might not be all, but part of it was really me. and infact it was all about us. i just wanted to let her help me through this stupidness i have been. and yet, i never noticed what i told her after ALL and everything i blurted out of my mouth was done. .xiEt. well i trusted that person quite well, i hope she does really keep it. i mean keep what she told me that she promised. sigh. so much problems have been coming back and fro. and yet, but still i continue to be strong enough to handle them. i keep on asking very stupendouse questions to my friends and my family. but still no one can answer on of em'. i tried looking through other blogs and viewed them and wow, i must say, they really are good prof. and yet, i found big and cool layouts, etc. and wow. they really work. hahaiz... wish me luck tomorrow that i dont have a grade higher than 200. or seriously, i'll look like a nerd. hahaha ^^ i havent been through the regular checkups. and wow. yehey !! this opening class. i mean year, i'll probably be teased as one of the coolest "nerdS" hahaha. not funny. i have a good sked this day. at 3pm i have to go with my sister in her driving session today. and wow. i must say, *crosses fingers* im afraid riding with a new driver. i mean, im afraid of this. hahaiz... i have to get dressed now and go with my sister. shux. wish "us" luck so that nothing will happen. ciao !! i'll blog after a few days or whatever. IF i feel like blogging. so gotta rush. ciao !! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114637591585060589?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114637591585060589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114637591585060589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114637591585060589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114637591585060589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-turning-back-twists-and.html' title='Dear Diary: turning back the twists and turns through me.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114587297301273920</id><published>2006-04-24T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:02:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: damn. i'm sick already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yep. things were so hard. there are 2 reasons why i flunked science BECAUSE #1 I HATE THE SUBJECT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; THE TEACHER !! #2 and definately. the second reason is ... i flunked that subject because of someone. xiEt. i knew things were complicated when i grow up. and that's one reason i want to stay young. stupid. and carefree. because when i get to stay young, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant feel&lt;/span&gt; the so called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"heart broken"&lt;/span&gt; after i'm crushing/loving/liking someone. when i get to be stupid, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant remember&lt;/span&gt; all the burden i felt after falling inlove. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant remember&lt;/span&gt; all the sadness i feel right now. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant remember&lt;/span&gt; all the crazy rituals, makeovers, "being cool" after making flirt with someone. (which i probably did after having a crush with someone. but too bad, it was just a day. that someone did the rest.) when i get to be carefree, i'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel the worst moment of my life. &lt;/span&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can be free&lt;/span&gt; whenever i want to. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noone will ever tell me what to do.&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pls. let me see tie your hair"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"can you kinda pansin me tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt; and yep. i did BOTH. but it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS NEVER FAIR !!&lt;/span&gt; xiEt. and i always thought that there was a pressing reason against all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"favors"&lt;/span&gt; one told me. well. there was a lot like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thousand&lt;/span&gt; maybe's running through my mind. yeah. yeah. uhuh. like it was all real. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but to think of it, i knew all along. it was all ------unreal ??  fake?? stupid ?? lies. oh. all lies. &lt;/span&gt;shit those liars !! i was really sick of people like "hey !! hi!! ummm... can you do me a favor?" or like "uiii... ahem. ahem. knsa na bai?" or even "uyab mo ni ------------- ???" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xiEt. those people !! the nosy ones !! I HATE all of the super nosy bitches all out there. snooping. always looking for a reason to spread out once again. &lt;/span&gt;so what would i say? like "ahhh... i wish. sort of !!" but guess what?? ga sabay lang jed ko !! pasalamat mo buotan ko !! so. this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"stupid conversation" &lt;/span&gt;that happened through all out the year, i wish they'd probably stop. hahaiz... now im unproblematic. ----is there a word like that??? well. good thing im a "word maker" hahaiz... tomorrow. i promise you. i have an announcement to make. I ... -----continuation tomorrow. i have to go !! tatta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114587297301273920?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114587297301273920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114587297301273920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114587297301273920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114587297301273920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-damn-im-sick-already.html' title='Dear Diary: damn. i&apos;m sick already.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114526204298653104</id><published>2006-04-17T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:20:42.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: oOoohhh.. nice message for me. sad moment to my phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;uggghhh... i hate it. well probably this word from someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hi"&lt;/span&gt; made me glad looking all day. hihihihi ^^ well. infact that im said and happy. he..he..he.. well particularly. my phone will be off for a couple o' days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xiEt! my phone got broken! ?wtf? uggghhh.&lt;/span&gt; i hate it! i hate it! i hate it!!! huhuhuhuh (T-T) i am nothing but a total whOo am i??? uGgh..  i cant live w/o my phone! damn text. im not blaming ARLO for all this. but when i ALMOST replied to him. my phone did a blinking thing and the screen was all blank! damn. but anyway. hehehe ^^ i should go. i might be off for a couple o' days in the internet and miRC coz my mom had me grounded. xiEt. well. gotta rush before my borhter loses his temper and tell mom that i used the PC. xiEt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..au revoir... bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114526204298653104?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114526204298653104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114526204298653104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114526204298653104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114526204298653104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-oooohhh-nice-message-for-me.html' title='Dear Diary: oOoohhh.. nice message for me. sad moment to my phone.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114499313541908932</id><published>2006-04-14T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:38:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: i thought it was my happy ending. ☻</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i havent got nothing to do yet. so i decided i'll make a post. and infact i did. hehehe it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'biernes santo'&lt;/span&gt; today. and we need to go and visit the church today. im so hungry. very hungry. havent had my breakfast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; lunch. *grumbling empty stomach*  sigh. i was all so tired after the night texter who had texted me yesternight. and i ended up sleeping in bed about 12/1am sumthing. havent remembered the time. but anyways, as the so called texter said her name was --- well let's just say her name was, ummm... Nicole (haha. my second name. ^^). she told me stuff about superman and whatever. she even asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; i was her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl_friend!&lt;/span&gt; too much tV. tsk² poor girl. awz. hehehe. she's fun to text with anyway. too bad she doesnt have a phone (got the info from superman. hehe) we could've really knew eachother. superman &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; woke up because of the noise of his keypads. but Nicole much of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"snooping girl"&lt;/span&gt; because she read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the messages that i sent him and so whatever. shux. we had a fun deal yesternight. but i never really wanted to agree with it. but anyway, i agreed. hehehe. she dared someone to do something for someone. and you know what? i betted P100 pesos for our great deal. she said if it comes all true, id pay the said amt. to her and if it doesnt she'll pay me a thousand for it. perfect deal. i know he wouldnt do it anyway. hahaha. so i win! hehehe. sadly, i cant get my prize. she's already in manila, she rode the first flight (as someone said so.) hehehe. anyways, i have to spend my time much as i could because we'll go to church this day. so i have to stop now and get preppy for this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post all later. be posting after i get through the day. hehehe ^^ bye yall. please read my blog naman. AND post comments. (T-T) hahaiz... sige. bye guyz.! ^^ happy friday the fourteenth. aWz. hehehe *though i had one story about the last friday the thirteenth with my bestestfriend last 2 years ago. shux! it brings back memoirs.! hehehe ^^ bye yall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" &gt; "Love is like a friendship caught on fire:&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning                  a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce,&lt;br /&gt;but still only light                  and flickering. As love grows older,&lt;br /&gt;our hearts mature and our                  love becomes as coals,&lt;br /&gt;deep-burning and unquenchable."&lt;br /&gt;                --Bruce Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114499313541908932?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114499313541908932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114499313541908932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114499313541908932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114499313541908932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-i-thought-it-was-my-happy.html' title='Dear Diary: i thought it was my happy ending. ☻'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114491210957214024</id><published>2006-04-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:08:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: my happiest day probably.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today is probably the most happiest day of my life. it was just all a sudden when i wished for myself this morning. it happened absolutely like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;as i woke up by the greet of the sunshine that passed in my windows, i noticed i misplaced my phone somewhere in my bed. i looked for it and found it under my pillow where my head was settled perfectly. i viewed my phone and looked "7 messaged recieved." i was so delightful to open morning messages from friends or him. as i looked searching for his name, i havent seen it. except for the old messages he texted me 12 days ago. it's sich a long time right? i lost my hope and just read the messages my friends texted me. and those were all indeed morning greetings from my friends. so, i sighed back and layed down my head in the direction to the window, with the pillow in my arms. i lost hope. yes i did. so, i havent had done nothing lately, i didnt rise up for a morning stretch neither for breakfast. i just layed down there. and that's all. i was so tired yesterday from my late sleep. i read a book. a long love story book that has not been finished yet. that book always keep me out from boredness. and that's good. back to the real world, i wished and starred upon the window and said "hahaiz... na a untay mag text na makapag smile sa aq karun woist... tsk. hahaiz... waking up again in the kingdom of boredom. piskOot." a few minutes later of rumbling and tumbling thoughts mixed in my mind, i  was bored and nothing. so i opened my phone again and viewed for the last time of the message/s he had sent me 12 DAYS AGO. "Kkiez. Nanaytz. ---shOo! (^-^)" and then, my phone beeped in exactly 10:09am. i was full. full of losing hopes. in my mind, i knew it was my friends. "ka himala bsag mag send to ug message usab sq." that's what i said. yes i did say that. so stubbornly, i opened my phone once again. and viewed the message. not knowing who it was. when i read the sender, a smile made a way in my face. my ♥heart♥ was jumping up and down all inside. "Mrning po! (^-^) mzta na? (^.^)" damn it really came true! wishes do happen. (infact it does, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR A LONG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;) hihihihi! im so damn happy when i read his message. the phone said "it's him! it's him!" yeah! hehehe damn i was wrong. tsk². wrong thoughts. hihihihi ☻☻☻ im so happy! hehehe but that was all. wala na. no messages recieved till that one. because i havent go a single peso of my load today, i have to go to the store tonight and say "manang paload po, it's important kasi eh.. (added with a sweet) ☻" ---voila--- unlimitxt50 press send to 2870. wait for a couple o' minutes till the unlimitxt is now accesed. yeah! finally. ☻☻☻☻☻☻ damn im happy. that's just my story for this morning. the ☻end☻.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;hahaiz. damn wishes do come true, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come true for a long time&lt;/span&gt;. atleast it kept me smiling all day. my ate was like "na unsa ka? (with a smirk on her face)" sabi ko "ahh wala ate, wala. ☻" and my sister was like this again "ahhh... good. ☻" she smiled again. atleast i have one ate who could always keep me smiling/fighting/understanding/lahat na ing. hehehe hahaiz.. i guess it was all i could get. hehehe. the smile crossed a way in my face that morning. and i was happy all day. just sad, coz i dont have load nah... hehehe pero the store will always be open for more. hehehe for more load! hehehe. i also installed a new skin for my blog. i like it though, hope you like it too! hehehe AND i did a few quite researches. i opened my blog in an another page, and viewed my post one by one. i found that there's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; word below, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; you view  my posts one by one. if you think your wasting time just to view the same page to post a comment, dont hesitate to go in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tag&lt;/span&gt; word in the right portion of my blog. you can post your comment there. hehehehe have a fun time viewing my blog! and here are a few things if you want to know where to find etc.'s in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About&lt;/span&gt; is a page where you can see a little information of me. okay? ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant&lt;/span&gt; is where my posts can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag&lt;/span&gt; is where my CBox can be located. or maybe i'll put up few blogthings in that portion, it's&lt;br /&gt;         totally spaced. it's just the CBox in there. i think i'll put up a game/music for that portion.&lt;br /&gt;and finally the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links&lt;/span&gt; it's a page where you can find my links, friends, the designer, past scribbles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;there. so just search anything, maybe you'll find surprises i havent. like my ate's blog. hehehe anyways, i have to rush now. my mom's using the pc. so tAtta for now. i'll post up as much as i can. hehehe. god bless. tCee. have a wonderful summer and a good holy week. pray always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;wishes are dreams. and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;dreams are wishes. you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;wish because you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; to dream, you dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;because you want to wish.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;everything happens for&lt;br /&gt;a reason and the result may be good or&lt;br /&gt;bad. it doesnt matter as long as you are free. ^^ wishes and&lt;br /&gt;dreams are exactly a like. the difference between them is that&lt;br /&gt;when you wish, you clos your  eyes and see nothing but all&lt;br /&gt;black space. but when you dream you see the images,&lt;br /&gt;the images of what you want to happen. always believe in&lt;br /&gt;yourself, and you will see. see the real and true thing&lt;br /&gt;that will happen of what you had wished for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WISHES happen, believe me it does. but it will&lt;br /&gt;happen in a day. the perfect day of the year&lt;br /&gt;never worry for someone out there is waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you. waiting for the real princess inside&lt;br /&gt;☻...you... ☻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114491210957214024?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114491210957214024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114491210957214024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114491210957214024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114491210957214024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-my-happiest-day-probably.html' title='Dear Diary: my happiest day probably.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114490855896529947</id><published>2006-04-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:09:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: the longest post i've made will ever be,</title><content type='html'>P.S. i made this yesternight about 12:15am. i havent posted it because of the sloppy internet connection and i cant even connect it. except my brother (who already slept!) and i wont want to get scolded by my mom when i wake him up. to a thought my mom might say "why in the world are you waking/disturbing your brother tired brother in this time of the day?" shux. i wont want that to happen. i just wanted it smooth so i made a few scribbles in the computer and made my thing. i made the blog in good mood or manner. i have no plans for ruining my day. sigh. i thought. whatever. im posting another thing. i have to tell you guys another thing too! so... i'll be posting another one after this post is being posted. wtf? awww. nothing. just. just read okay? hehehe ^^ now loading... updating... my post yesterday. dated 4/13/06: (it's long. you might wanna take a break. hehehe. go ahed and read it. =})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Corky---Slumber house rules.&lt;br /&gt;Julie---okay so this is where the part your gonna&lt;br /&gt;break into the song?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Corky--slumber house rules.&lt;br /&gt;Julie---for the love of carbs do we have to&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Corky---slumber house rules.&lt;br /&gt;Julie---no leaving the house, no boys and no damaging&lt;br /&gt;important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Corky---if there's any structural damage into this&lt;br /&gt;house, your gonna help your grandma sort out twigs while&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us go to hawaii, without you.&lt;br /&gt;Julie---what? are you serious? your gonna bring that instead of me?&lt;br /&gt;that who's supposed to be setting a good example in college for her&lt;br /&gt;younger sister?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Corky---uhuh. maybe i should stay tonight&lt;br /&gt;Julie---no mom. bad.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Corky---and why not?&lt;br /&gt;Julie---because we wont need a baby sitter, besides dad's here&lt;br /&gt;he's a great enforcer.&lt;br /&gt;.... in the room ...&lt;br /&gt;Julie---look at what she bought me (holding a panty) she seriously&lt;br /&gt;thinks im ten or something.&lt;br /&gt;Avril-look-a-like-girl---now those are hot!&lt;br /&gt;[door opens and ren's head pops out the door]&lt;br /&gt;ren--can i borrow 10 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;julie (throws a pillow to ren)---can you knock?!?&lt;br /&gt;ren---actually i need 20. can i borrow 50? (walks away.)&lt;br /&gt;julie (running through the door and shouts)---i am blooming, i need&lt;br /&gt;a lock on my door! (door slams shut)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REAL THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so lately bored enough in these days. and good enough we already bought a new keyboard. it was hard clicking² the on-screen keyboard all the time just to get few written words. and infact it does really make you tired. after a few quite days of a full blast boredom, the house never rocked. it was in total silence. i always turn on the tv and watch movies. but that's about it. i cant even go out and go shopping, go malling with my friends, etc. because my mom wont let me. good enough&lt;br /&gt;i have --- and i can go out now. and infact, im so waiting to get the gala started. so much of my words came from the movie "sleepover" just right above were a few manuscripts of the movie. i memorized a few of those coz i kept watching it. so fun. and can get me into the groove to fall inlove and think of the "super-artificial" guy of my dreams. i even loved the music it plays. a few quite days ago, i downloaded ALL as in ALL the soundtracks of that video. i just love it. it's so pleasant to hear. i'm bringing back the old bands to welcome into this world. a year i mean. i  really love the song "REMEMBER" by allister. a former band i never heard of. but quite good though. the song is so defibately cool. i just love it. and i keep on watching the movie just to prevent losing the memory of a "super-artificial" guy in my head. just the thought of NOT forgetting him. so much of that. let's get back to the movie. i&lt;br /&gt;really ALSO love steve philips. the guy who's so totally cute. he just the one who gives me the "kilig" giggles. especially in the time when Julie caught of a shining thing in the window. not to mention it was the crown. the crown that tumbled the patroltec guy. hahahahaha funny though. and when she went to get ahold of it, steve's hand was out there holding the crown to. awwwww... so "nakakakilig". not because of that, but they also kissed after the crown thingy². +sigh+ when can i get my "Lochinvar"---as of the book entitled "Stars shining down" that's the book that keeps me from boredom. anywayz the "Lochinvar" means a man of your dreams or something that rings to what i said. it's a scottish word. ---when can i really find that handsome "Lochinvar" ? +sigh+ im too much of a nightdreamer girl (since it's past bedtime and it's about 12:22am. goodmorning to the readers out there. just for this night. i have been so trembling with sickness of love quotes. i get to view my phone once again and view the messages he had sent me. i miss those. ú_ù i wish i could get those back once again. hahaiz... so much of pretending things are fine when it;s not. back in the real world, as i viewed the messages in my phone, i realized it terribly add a few more inches to the level of heart broken/love death/something like that. and if that goes on to full bar with the blood level, i'll probably get sick or worst, die. so much of being an overactor, i have sensed that as "kathy" sends quotes to me, i have realized that it hits me on. i guess ú_ù ... whatever. to tell you guys the truth, i have been such an eMoXkid lately. i cant text because i dont want to spend my money and waste it for some crappy load when i cant even get to use it for the real purpose. so... im waiting. if my phone beeps "its you-guys-know-who" then i'll probably run into a store, if i get tumbled down or not, i'll look for the manang in the tindahan and say "manang pa load po, kasi it's important (daw) eh.." hehehe, peeking in to my breif plan. +yawn+ my eyes are shutting down. but my mind is jotting down for more words to post. and i cant possibly write them all for the how-many-days-were-i-gone off posts. i cant really think much as the pressure of "hot and cold" mixtured weather of the night is in. i miss someone, just so terribly. ive been trying to update this blog as far as my hands can type and use the pc. but infact i cant. my sister and bunso in the fam is also using this pc. so share na muna. after a few months/years ask dad "dad can i have my own pc? Ü" just add a smile and there, you got your wish. that's me. hihihihi too damned spoiled with my dad.---quit talking bowt whatever you call that. my eyes are terribly shutting down, BUT i try to keep them open. i want to wake up early in the morning tomorrow so i can use the pc. but i guess i wont even wake till like 9/10/11 sumthing like thouse hours. i really need sleep. im badly wounded. my foot had a small cut in the right foot. because i accidentaly stepped on a piece of the broken glass which my brother broke into smashing pieces unto the floor. seriously, i need some goodnighter sleep. so i'm gonna get one. gotta go now fellas. and im shutting down in&lt;br /&gt;5-------- 4--------- 3---------- 2----------- 1---- and wait² im gonna post the continuation later this morning after i get my sleep. my beauty sleep. and now shutting down in... &lt;br /&gt;5-------- 4--------- 3---------- 2----------- 1-------- and tooot. ----&lt;br /&gt;the line went dead and she's asleep. nyt yall. ^.- god bless. tCee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pSsst. by the way, i dont seriously have one of those comment thingy² below. and im sorry for that. the blogskin really didnt bring one of those out. and so i have no choice. i love the skin so i got it. and im sorry for that too. ^^ anyway, if you want to post comments for my posts or write any messages, i surely have one of those CBoxes somewhere here. i think it's in the taggy things. so pls. find it and --voila-- you got yourself a comment box. just leave a message after visiting my blog. thank you. ^^ by the way, the skin in this blog is new. like it? pls do leave a comment in my CBox. thank you very much! *mwahuggiEzz.* your friend, [s]`giL- *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114490855896529947?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114490855896529947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114490855896529947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114490855896529947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114490855896529947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-longest-post-ive-made-will.html' title='Dear Diary: the longest post i&apos;ve made will ever be,'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114440907755444022</id><published>2006-04-07T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:13:02.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: a fun|boring day it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i totally admit. my friends are crazy. O.o i had an emo day. just like the other days that went. i'm soOo... +siGh+ why is it? when everything seems to be great, someone takes it away? and who takes it? ... i dont know bout myself anymore. a single text would make me happy. excited. but i guess it's the end... i guess it will never happen again. just like what my sister said "dili na mu ga text? kapangit ui!" yeah... uhuh. it is. im back again. bac being a stupid stud. nothing to do. i'm gonna be seing that shit this summer. and it's for me to know. +siGh+ i thought that all he says are true. but it is. indeed true in my dreams. i get up every morning recieving a lot of msgs. from the others. and i had the habit of saving yours in my phone and delete nice msgs. from friends. i guess that have too change now. +sigh+ i promise. i will never ever greet you! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TO START with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight. my friends in CcS were planning to see one of our classmate before who recently moved in davao to have his education there. so he texted one of my friends na "ei guyz, im wanna see you all tomorrow if possible in SM and have a fun time. i hope you could come." so we did. and we had ... sort of a great time. but not that much. i hated one of the girl-friends i had. because she's soOo ignorant. like he never had her own digital camera. probably she didnt. but damn b****! she always try to get a picture o f anton. though anton really doesn't wanr to have his pic taken. for me if i was him, i really feel awkward. yuck! and deep inside i know he did. and infact, all of us hated her. so uggghhh. that's it. back to the bussiness ----- . we had our tambay² muna in the second floor of SM. in the foodcourt really. and we talked. after that, we had a strong choice of picking up a photo shop. coz we'll have our pic taken. so we had a choice in "FUJIFILM" (mai² i hope you reading. hehehe) but the clerk girl said the maximum of the barkada pic was only 8 and we wouldnt fit in. all in all 11. so we had the pick of choice 2. in "Picture City" and we had our pic taken there. we wouldnt want to wait for an hour for the photos. so we had plans to watch a movie. and it took a long time for us to decide on what to watch. and the decision was cleared "ICE AGE 2 here we come!" damn a fun movie. hehehe ^.- me and my crazy friends kept on moving on different seats because of the b**** was there with us. shux. hehehe we laguhed so loud. we clapped our hands even though e dont need to. and we were so crazy! hehehehe ... so it ended happily. we ate popcorn so much. !!! but not that much. so after the movie, we went to get the photos. and it wnt good. so... we decided to leave for the day ---after that. and we went home in our homes saying farewell for the last time. Kathy and I were the only ones from SMS, and Juvert was the only one from CU. and Anton, the only one from ADDU. i really miss my friends before. bad luck they weren't all able to come. though it as a good day. but still, i was so sad when they put up stupid and not so good jokes on kathy. it's so rude of them to do that. one day they'll get to feel what it is inside. damn rude. --enough. and im spent. im soo tired this day. and i really want to go now. guess this is my last post for this day. tAttA!!! ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;damn i miss you! T-T sigh... nine weeks of nothing to do. guess that'll kill me. i hope mom would allow us to go to cebu for a short vacation. shux! i forgot. ^.- ...... was my .... birthday. she's a family member actually. she passed away. T-T hahaiz... so much problems. i guess i have to really go now and sleep. sigh... ZzzZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----&gt;[s]`giL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has ended her day. bye guys. ^.- pls post a&lt;br /&gt;comment in my CBox. i'll  put up a comment box&lt;br /&gt;if i see new skins that i like. okay. bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i miss you!!! huhuhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;eight days is too much already.&lt;br /&gt;i' m not unlimited no more. i'll be&lt;br /&gt;when you'll be. ^.- heheheh&lt;br /&gt;huhuhuhu *sigh*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114440907755444022?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114440907755444022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114440907755444022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114440907755444022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114440907755444022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-funboring-day-it-is.html' title='Dear Diary: a fun|boring day it is.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114432179927493431</id><published>2006-04-06T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:13:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: eMOOoOOoO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you just know how i miss you so oh-damn-much? i've been waiting for 6 days. and still ... nothing. why did i really have to pretend that you are no one? pretend that everything you said was all lies? pretend that i dont miss you? pretend that you were only a faraway star? i try to reach you no matter what happens to me. though i really cant. i've been into so much trouble these days. and i am so lonely. i really cant understand my feelings right now. i wish my phone would beep that says "it's him! it's him!" but n ever did it happen. *sigh* i am indeed bored. i am tired too. tired of waiting for that single beep in my phone. *sigh* i wish i never did it. &lt;/span&gt;tripping nalang pirme! piste! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish you knew everything. everything, especially the truth. and so can i. if i had one wish i'd want to have a power that i can turn back the time and read anyone's minds. *sigh* i wish i really could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"if i could turn back the time...&lt;br /&gt;i'd spend it with you... i want&lt;br /&gt;you to know... even though your gone&lt;br /&gt;that i'm drowning in tears. T-T i wish you&lt;br /&gt;were here... and here me say, believe me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114432179927493431?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114432179927493431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114432179927493431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114432179927493431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114432179927493431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-emooooooo.html' title='Dear Diary: eMOOoOOoO...'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114425723941224890</id><published>2006-04-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:21:05.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: late night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;today was the latest night i never slept of. it's about 11:46pm and i still cant shut my eyes. i know i'm sleepy but i cant make them shut down. it's been so weird. and this day is just my first time. *sigh* i really miss someone so badly. i think he never realizes it. hey! what am i gonna do? girls like me cant be put on serious bussiness on. girls like me will be always fooled. no matter how serious you are. i mean, what's the big deal bout me? i try to load my phone and i'm always unlimited. but i cant even use it for the real purpose i am goig to use it to. i really want to tell my friends bowt it. and i know they'll never understand. i guess i know the reason i cant sleep. i'm too depressed about the news i heard. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whoa! why cant i be me na jed? i really want to go back to my real self nah! i miss the real me. i guess i have start it on the real time ne jed. NEXT YEAR. i maybe the same me next year, but i assure you, somethin's gonna change. *sigh* i know i shouldn't be doing this. pero i think it's the right time to start the real new me or was it the old one? i left this "me" in grade four. i was 10 years old back then. tsk... cant believe me. i'm so bored. and i will have the worst summer ever! honest. i've waisted half my life just trying to catch that star. a star which reminds me of someone. and that someone will never be mine. someone who's so damn true when i found out it wasnt. *sigh* always remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;never enter a garden full of thorns, if you dont want to get pricked by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;never reach a star when you know it's too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;never ever fall for someone who can never be yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;really right now, im sOOo prolematic. in such ways. but one thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the list of "my wishes" i wished for one thing... and it's the first one 'i want to see my crush this summer' i know it wont come true. but in some way it will come true this summer. i tell you. shux. i cant take this anymore. i dont want this to happen. but things are making it happen. AND it is not easy to handle... I WISH.. I WISH... I NEVER WISHED FOR IT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really obvious that it will happen, becuase of some reason. i wanna scream so loud that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WISH I NEVER  DID THAT STUPID THING! I WISH I NEVER TOLD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HIM&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaiz... i want to redo the time. i never want any of these things to happen. i thought it was great but. it wasnt. i started it off as a joke. and i laughed till my stomach tumbled out. i wanted to feel the way "guys" make 'tripping' to girls. but ... if it was a joke, why do i miss him? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY??? shux. now guess what trouble i am into myself? i miss him so much! for the past &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days i'm sOOOoo damn tired of waiting! waiting for a single beep in my phone. a beep that says "hey it's him!!! finally it's him!!!" but... *sigh* it's so damn sad. i wish i could.. uggghhh... im tired already. i'm off to bed now. tatta... *an upside down smile* &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----&gt;[s]`giL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114425723941224890?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114425723941224890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114425723941224890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114425723941224890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114425723941224890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-diary-late-night.html' title='Dear Diary: late night.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114414112969518093</id><published>2006-04-04T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:35:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: finally. ---summer bummer. *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;*phew!* &lt;/em&gt;finally. after all the asking and finding... &lt;strong&gt;i finally finished my blog!!! &lt;/strong&gt;i'm so happy. and indeed i am. ^.- hehehehe ^.- after all jed. and final na jed! hehehee im sOooo happy!!! i haven't really posted yesterday because our wifi connection hadn't been conneted yet. we just lost the connection and stuff. whatever... well... im sOoO proud of myself! and you know what? wala lang. ^.- heheheheh ☻☻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;see how happy i am? heheeh ^.- i know na how to put kikay stuff and other usual stuff for my blog. and i congratulate myself. nyahehehhehe ^.- ÜÜÜÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;after asking so many people about the blogs and stuff, they wouldn't even give me any clues. and so... i experimented. now enough bout my blog! hehehe ^.- damn im so proud. well. lately, i've been so sad. i mean, why couldn't be? i always lock myself in my room and bring a snack or two. a book for me to read to get through boredom. or even play with my cat. i cant really think of a thing to do. my mom i think wont even get us to a summer vacation because she's so busy with medicine and stuff (her nursing stuff. anyways, she graduated na pala. Happy Graduation Mom!). i dont even speak to my sis/bro too much. i dont know why. but one t hing i know of is that i am bored. and i will be sooo very bored during this summer. i hope and wish that there would be someone who could lighten up a single day of mine. i hate summer!!! they say "Yes! summer's finally here. NO teachers. NO assignments. NO exams. NO quizzes. NO nothing nada of a sign in school!!! yes it is definately true. but come to think of it, wont you be bored when you cant even go out. because there are no one in this neighborhood i can pay visit to. play with. or do fun stuff! shit summer. and i hate it. *sigh* i wish i could escape this prison and go someplace i can enjoy! but there's nothing. nowhere to be gone to... T-T im stuck in the upside down world of my opposite dreams. i wish i really could change time. just like my mother said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Kung paswelahon, dili mu skwela.&lt;br /&gt;Kung mu skwela, dili mu sulod.&lt;br /&gt;Kung mu sulod, dili maminaw.&lt;br /&gt;Kung maminaw, dli makasabot.&lt;br /&gt;Kung makasabot, malimtan.&lt;br /&gt;Ngano mu skwela pa man?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;shux. my mom's so true. and i'm so tired. i dunno why. hahaiz... i havent really eaten in a proper way. shux. hahaiz... i'll be updating my blog for some time. i wish i could update it EVERYDAY. but guess what? i cant. you know why? coz we are three who's using this pc. (ate, me and my bro.) shux. part of my wish list is my own PC! and i wish i could have one. ^.- cGee. tiR here nalang me. i'll be going now.. bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;----&gt;signing out&lt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[s]`giL-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114414112969518093?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114381457686140402</id><published>2006-03-31T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:46:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: a few more tests...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i took few more until i get bored. ^.- i have to sleep kinda early eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly Clarkson Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/kelly-clarkson.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.462765434&amp;amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasty Thong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Porn Star Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyuk²... wahihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 229, 222);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 245, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pimp Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie Mystery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pimp Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eEww... rude name. but i took the test anyway. it's just a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(200, 200, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The White Bread Puppets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice band name! ---for a puppet. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(200, 200, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blow Up Puppets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---i took the liberty of putting [s]' name and the band name display's above.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Karamel Sutra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/karamel-sutra.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain on the outside, but once someone gets in, they're stuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is that wierd for an ice cream?? shux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fossil Fuel Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/fossil-fuel.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does liking "fudge dinosaurs" say about someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----i think mine's more better. or the opposite way. i dunno. hihihii ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(185, 211, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/mountain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great communicator. You have a real way with words.&lt;br /&gt;You're never at a loss to explain what you mean or how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;People find it easy to empathize with you, no matter what your situation.&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you make everyone happy. But when you're down, everyone suffers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaiz... i dunno if this is true or not. ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Addicted to Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/addicted-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well face it, you're addicted to love.&lt;br /&gt;You've been a fool for love many times - but are you the wiser for it?&lt;br /&gt;Your needs should come first, both in and out of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the only one who can look out for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(225, 225, 225);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoA! am i really that popular.? huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Jennifer Garner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/jennifer-garner.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939221&amp;amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;What Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(230, 230, 250);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part of the peacemaker is true. i dunno bowt the others... ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/butterfinger.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call you sticky fingers for a reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love butterfingers!!! ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/larkspur.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and intense, you tend to be a deep thinker.&lt;br /&gt;You are quiet and spiritual - and you have a unique perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Lightness, luck and an open heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Larkspur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Green and red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/cheese-pizza.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;You focus on living a quality life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not easily impressed with novelty.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you easily impress others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... PIZZA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed now. bye guyz... i'll post again tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114381457686140402?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114381457686140402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114381457686140402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114381457686140402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114381457686140402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-few-more-tests.html' title='Dear Diary: a few more tests...'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114381301790247279</id><published>2006-03-31T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:56:21.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: my name's in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hEi! nice and kEwL name generators! i found theSe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 242, 191);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thérèse Lavallee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(165, 195, 222);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdd3e6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisandra de Roraima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(185, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hawaiian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d4ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiele Kekona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Hawaiian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kata Inoue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(152, 251, 152);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/irish-name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ennis O'Carroll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 139, 139);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Elf Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/elf1.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giggles Sweet Cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elfnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Elf Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(49, 228, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94f1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Alien Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is Kissing&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Blood&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Caustic Amplifier&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Houseboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice name generators are to be found in those above. there are a lot of tests to be found there. and they're so cool! try to view those above. they're damn cool! promise. and i have a few more tests to answer pa. and they're so fun. they can keep your boredom gone! heheeh ^.- have a nice day. and try the tests. ^.- have a nice summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114381301790247279?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114381301790247279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114381301790247279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114381301790247279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114381301790247279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-my-names-in.html' title='Dear Diary: my name&apos;s in...'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114378946071411288</id><published>2006-03-30T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:59:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: quizzes i took. it's so cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What famous moie kiss am i???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Romeo + Juliet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/romeo-juliet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatfamousmoviekissareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;r0me0 and juLieT? huh. c0ol... i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i obbsessed with my looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(62, 208, 159);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Down to Earth Doll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#86eac8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouobsessedwithyourlooksquiz/down-to-earth-doll.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good looking and you realize that looks matter&lt;br /&gt;And you also know that it's your inside that really shines&lt;br /&gt;You do your best to look like an A-lister&lt;br /&gt;But you devote most of your time to being a well rounded hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouobsessedwithyourlooksquiz/"&gt;Are You Obsessed With Your Looks?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ^.- down to earth daw. but it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i a girl or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? arrgghhh... i wanted to be a girl. pero it's the pc and programs  that made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of Super heroine am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/buffy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We saved the world. I say we have to party."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang dLi super girl ... aWwzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What element am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power colors: white, gold, and silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: contracting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are persistent (and maybe even a little bit stubborn).&lt;br /&gt;If you see something you want, you go for it.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of strength, and it's difficult to get you down.&lt;br /&gt;Very logical, you tend to analyze everything going on in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatelementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How girlie am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 228, 225);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff1ef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaiz... good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he just hooking up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;He Is More Than a Hookup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/ishejustahookupquiz/more-than-a-hookup.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've fallen pretty hard for this guy, which could be a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;But if he's just looking for a hookup, this spells trouble.&lt;br /&gt;If your guy wants something serious, than by all means, step things up.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, find someone else who's interested in more than a fling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/ishejustahookupquiz/"&gt;Is He Just a Hookup?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is true... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's my inner rock chick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Avril Lavigne!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourinnerrockchickquiz/avril.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit hardcore on the outside...&lt;br /&gt;But sweet and sensitive on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerrockchickquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner Rock Chick?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/ i love arvril!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my power color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/power-blue.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships and feelngs are the most important things to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict.&lt;br /&gt;If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well.&lt;br /&gt;You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? blue jed ko eversince! and i love it! hahaha ^.- whatta coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... i think that's all for now... ^.- [s]igh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114378946071411288?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114378946071411288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114378946071411288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114378946071411288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114378946071411288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-quizzes-i-took-its-so-cool.html' title='Dear Diary: quizzes i took. it&apos;s so cool!'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114378549894229802</id><published>2006-03-30T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:01:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: i am a good girl. according to a test. ^.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 218, 185);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Good Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/good-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 70% Good and 30% Bad&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, you're a very good girl.&lt;br /&gt;(But you don't have us totally fooled!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihihihi. ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114378549894229802?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114378549894229802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114378549894229802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114378549894229802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114378549894229802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-i-am-good-girl-according-to.html' title='Dear Diary: i am a good girl. according to a test. ^.-'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114373589425972310</id><published>2006-03-30T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:02:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: an awful day. but a bit fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; today was fun i guess. ^.-  it started this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was about 4:04am when i woke up. and my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woke me up on a very great and memorable dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh* i wish it'll happen. it was a great dream i say. (enough on the dreams! okay?) i woke up and had a big good stretch. and as i looked in my phone's watch "shit! it's 4:15 nah! and i havent prepared what'll i wear!" arrggghh.. i ran around the house to look for a comfy suite. and shit. i didn't found one. i keep on complaining "you just like it because you saw it yourself! and me, i didn't. i think they'll tease me for this! and this will be a big embarassment! shux!" and i almost cried. i wore every shirt on my closet. except for the skirt ofcourse. then i had my decision on this two: pink bolero, white shirt, white skirt and pink sandals &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;black shirt, black shoes, white skirt and my bolero. so i chose the black, white and pink. though it really looked so cool! \m/ so i planned. i bathed and did the usual "girly" stuff. we went and rode a taxi to my mom's school (kasi na nga, nasira car namin. TAKOT kasi mom ko mag drive ng car after she bumped it sa gate lang.) we arrived late. but not that late. my mom's "co-graduates" were lining up already to get in. hahaiz... good thing she wasnt late. or was it we. i had been so bored for about 2 hours and a couple of minutes. then finish na ang mass. tapos, sumakay kami ulit ng taxi papunta cusina de oro -ati-atihan- to have our lunch there. mmm... sarap! we were all full. and we went to the GmaLL (gaisano mall. i usually call it Gmall coz it's more shorter.) went to izzy's cafe in the third floor and had a rest. booring na naman. nakatulog mom ko. and so three of us ordered 3 chocolate sundaes. and ummm.. it was YUCK! because of the artificial "cherry". yuck! it tasted like the robitusin medicine. and i didnt finish my sundae. 'nandidiri' na kasi eh. so.. my sister fell asleep. and so did my brother. me left alone awake listening to some sad and lonely music and texting. then some lady came up to us "maam, (she's waking my mom) maam, sorry po pero di po pwede matulog dito. magagalit kasi management ko eh." wahahahaha i giggled to myself. management? manager siguro! hahaha well sort of made me laugh. --back to bussiness.-- my mom got into another fight again. every time e spend some time together somewhere, she always have an enemy. we kept on making strange imaginations like my idea "ma, what if she told you that and you slept "daw" pero your really awake, then you slap her face and go back to your position, ano kaya feeling nya?" then we four of us, had a good laugh. we went unto the third floor to by my mom a new stockings becuse it runned. or something. then we went to the ground floor. me and my bro. waited outside the cafeteria for my sis and mom to come out. (note. anyways. i bought pa d i a CUTE green converse like shoes na maliit. for P31.00!!!) my sis went out first and got my mom's toga to give it to her, paglabas ng mom ko boink! joke. maganda. as usual like her daughter. ^.- palag? we attended the graduation until 7:sumthing. 503 student ONE BY ONE was to get their diplomas from Atty. Jaraula (my mom's sir before in law.) and shux! it was so long. my foot is nowhere to be felt. masakit maxado! and some girl stepped on it oa! WITHOUT saying sorry! pero okay lang. ^.- we went in Lexis Grill to get simething to eat. and another bountiful tummy na naman. huh? . we went home and got some rest. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;shux! i'm tired already. i think i have to sleep nah! cgeE bye pipz. bukas ko nah finish i update. bye. ^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;signing out&lt;----  -giL [s]`giLLian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24706664-114373589425972310?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114373589425972310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114373589425972310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114373589425972310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114373589425972310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-awful-day-but-bit-fun.html' title='Dear Diary: an awful day. but a bit fun.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114363281646401266</id><published>2006-03-29T03:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:03:10.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: nice pic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i  found a picture of supergirl and superman... hehehehe ^.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[s]ssshhh... keep it a secret. wahehehehehe.... newez... here it is. ^.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/supergirl%20and%20superman%21%21%21%20%5E.-.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/400/supergirl%20and%20superman%21%21%21%20%5E.-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nice noh? wahehehe...&lt;br /&gt;ako nag pix anah! (char!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/24706664-114363281646401266?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114363281646401266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114363281646401266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114363281646401266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114363281646401266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-nice-pic.html' title='Dear Diary: nice pic.'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114362116046507436</id><published>2006-03-28T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:04:23.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: ICE CREAM! she needs it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/tubesocks125/icons/19tqab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/tubesocks125/icons/19tqab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/tubesocks125/icons/19tqab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/tubesocks125/icons/19tqab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/tubesocks125/icons/19tqab.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;"look for a simple recipe for an ice cream... that shall be due after i finish taking my bath" &lt;/em&gt;yeah whatever sis. here i am. bored. and sitting infront of the pc. she wants me to search for a simple recipe. the heck she does. what for? &lt;em&gt;i dont know... &lt;/em&gt;hahaiz... this is the next typical day when all of us gets to have a boring and clumsy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;when will i get to be happy? &lt;strong&gt;WHEN??? &lt;/strong&gt;i hate this summer thingy day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;hahaiz... &lt;em&gt;*sigh* &lt;/em&gt;i'll post up anything of what had happened kanina. ^.- bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-----------&gt;SIGNING OUT&lt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[s]`&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;giLLian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f59/MySuiCidal_RoMance/Emo%20Icons/thisismysmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f59/MySuiCidal_RoMance/Emo%20Icons/notmenttobe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f59/MySuiCidal_RoMance/Emo%20Icons/757c0844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f59/MySuiCidal_RoMance/Emo%20Icons/thbny11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f59/MySuiCidal_RoMance/Emo%20Icons/themo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b359/x0_allforyoo_0x/sad%20icons/you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c59/Sadicons/promise2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c59/Sadicons/msn1-73-01-01-01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c59/Sadicons/eguyid_th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c59/Sadicons/e0psuc_th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24706664-114362116046507436?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114362116046507436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114362116046507436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114362116046507436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114362116046507436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-ice-cream-she-needs-it.html' title='Dear Diary: ICE CREAM! 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(phew!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;                   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/thstopretending.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/thhelpmetobreath.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/thev1b20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/thdie4u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/thBreathe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;help! oh my god! im not reacting or anything. but guess what? i have to be a good student next year! and guess what? if i dont get to pull up my grades, i'll be doomed &lt;strong&gt;for real! &lt;/strong&gt;we talked about this thing awhile ago with kathy. both of us are having dares. &lt;strong&gt;anyone in our batch next year is FREE to join. &lt;/strong&gt;the dares might be quite a big embarassment to you. pero i assure all of you reading my blog, this will pull your grades up! you know why? you know why? (look, i'm not Willy Wonka to imitate what he said in ... shut up!) --back to bussiness.- because &lt;strong&gt;who would want to get embarassed in school? duh! &lt;/strong&gt;not me. i never want to. and i never will. &lt;em&gt;*phew!* &lt;/em&gt;i dont want to do this. but this &lt;strong&gt;could surely help me! &lt;/strong&gt;oh my goshness... help me! i dont surely want to fail. and i never will fail. i am so dumb. i am intelligent. and i can see that. i can sense it. you know why? because i have the gutts. ?what?. baah! i am good enough. and that's because i really am. i just dont use my brain anymore. i am just and i really am &lt;strong&gt;"tapulan". &lt;/strong&gt;and that's true. everyone is intelligent. they're just &lt;strong&gt;computer addicts. mai mga bisyo². and other stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;and that's true i say. ask everyone. they'll tell you the truth. hey wake up to reality! i'm here to post something i'd say not that incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;in this coming opening orientation (which is seriously about for the next 2mos.) prepare for take off... ??what??... i mean. prepare for a new challenging year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;be alert and listen at all times to your teacher... &lt;strong&gt;DONT EVER PLAY WHEN THERE'S A DISCUSSION. &lt;/strong&gt;okay? coz i don't want to ruin my grades. &lt;strong&gt;hey! wait a minute! &lt;/strong&gt;if you dont ant to ruin YOUR GRADES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont miss any discussions. take notes everyday. &lt;strong&gt;AN EMPTY PAGE IN YOUR NOTEBOOK will give you a big burden of low score in the exams! and i mean it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;be always ready for any pop-up quizzes or any surprise quiz. coz it will always be there for every next level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;always and complete every activity cards that is due on! it is a big help in all grades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;activity cards is a great point to the final grades. so always listen to the teacher, maybe you'll get hints on the activity cards you are making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;dont ever waste a single minute on a day. go to school early, and go home early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;and get good grades. never get any lower than b. if its's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;now i think i'm done. i guess i will be done. whatever. bye. i'm gonna try to update and tell you what's happening in my "summer bummer" vacation. hihihihi ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;------&gt;signing out&lt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;[s]`&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;giLLian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/DreamerGirl135/Icons/Emotional/ItHurts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/DreamerGirl135/Icons/Emotional/SoStupid.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/DreamerGirl135/Icons/Emotional/NeverKnow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/DreamerGirl135/Icons/Emotional/SoMuchForHappyEnding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v392/DreamerGirl135/Icons/Emotional/tolate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/th9819777404363e1c94d1ed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;" &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/24706664-114355192425947820?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114355192425947820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114355192425947820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114355192425947820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114355192425947820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-help-phew.html' title='Dear Diary: HELP! (phew!)'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c183/HateLife911/Sad%20Icons/th_thstopretending.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114353224321759476</id><published>2006-03-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:08:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: the lost post. (wrong title.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;shux! i hate this kind of day. under the hot boiling sun? arrggghhh. ^.- i lost my post! and damn! i hate this kind of day. it is indeed summer. and guess what? i hate it. we wont get to see each other (duh! i mean my friends.) for a quite some time. and i wont even get to see cute guys. (hello! are you crazy or what? summer's full of cute boys. beach boys.) huh? am i talking to myself? i lost my FIRST post and damn, dont tell me i have to make another one &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt; i have to sit all day here infront of this PC &lt;strong&gt;unless &lt;/strong&gt;i cant finish the post i made before. so it's more like ummm... &lt;strong&gt;a late post. &lt;/strong&gt;yes! it is. and damn your right. though i wont get to publish &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN &lt;/strong&gt;the captions/words/etc. i typed before. but that's cool. so what? who damn cares? ... i cant think of a single thing to do this summer. it's so0o0o0o0 hot. and don't tell me i'd get sun-burned again. shux! &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; at this moment, i am alone. all alone. my mom's out having her duty in the hospital, my sis is out trying to finish up things needed to be done for our telephone (yes! now i'm talking. we gonna get a phone line!!!), and also my bro. he's out haing a fun time with his friends playing computer in an i-dont-know-where-the-hell-it-is place. whew! im so &lt;em&gt;all alone &lt;/em&gt;today. and i am moody. again. i dont really know what to talk about. &lt;em&gt;missing someone is a pretty heck of a big problem. &lt;/em&gt;you know? i feel like dying. hahaha ^.- L0Lz. i want ice cream!!! it's so hot and i cant even get a cold something to eat. (and now am i a weather reporter? what's with the hot day? get a grip girl. write something cool.) &lt;em&gt;*sigh* &lt;/em&gt;i'm always logging in and out in the miRC. nobody's there i guess. ahh yeah. there's &lt;em&gt;aikaye, jasper, carina and me &lt;/em&gt;on ff. and it's boring. YES! finally. huh? well. my brother was so stupid of himself. he slept late this dawn. and guess what? he never slept. just because of a crappy game &lt;em&gt;gta san andreas &lt;/em&gt;he'll give up for a big goodnight sleep. he slept kanina about 4:04am, and i woke up to see who closed someone's door. it was my brother! &lt;em&gt;tick.. tick... tick... &lt;/em&gt;the clocks running and still. i am -&lt;em&gt;t000t- &lt;/em&gt;stupid. i want to do something. maybe dive under a tub of cold water, now im talking. it could make me wake up all day. anyway i'm ticking of myself. i'm putting up photos. and here it is... (eist... and also. i found a&lt;strong&gt; cute strumming the guitar with a cute guy icon&lt;/strong&gt;. shux! it's so cool. and i have the mood to make testimonial's in friendster today. hihihi ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ooopppsss... shux! ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;finally! i thought i lost my post &lt;strong&gt;before &lt;/strong&gt;the one with pix and stuff. it was all saved in my drafts. shux! i love and hate blogs. i love it because i dont know. i hate it because i dont know how to update it. i need help!!! who can tell me how to put an icon/s under the sign profile, links, etc. &lt;strong&gt;please!!! &lt;/strong&gt;i do really need your help. if you are willing to. just comment me and say everything you need to. i really need to know. ^.- thanx daan. and insomaniac's rushing my way. bye... i'll put up something. ? . something i knew of. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;----&gt;signing out&lt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[s]`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;giLLian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sick of crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tired of trying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;yeah i'm smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;but deep inside ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm &lt;strong&gt;DYING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&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/24706664-114353224321759476?l=bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/feeds/114353224321759476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24706664&amp;postID=114353224321759476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114353224321759476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24706664/posts/default/114353224321759476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegirlonthemove.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-diary-lost-post-wrong-title.html' title='Dear Diary: the lost post. (wrong title.)'/><author><name>blueGILonthemove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096504654438705377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/bluegirlonthemove/the-vain-us.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24706664.post-114335105799135603</id><published>2006-03-25T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:09:11.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary: late post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yeah... this is a late post. and no matter what happens, i dont care. (what am i taling about?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it's just been a boring summer day. and i cant even get to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; of something. something to do this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it's so hot. and everybody notices it. DUH! i dont really kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;what to put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;in this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. i lost my first one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;so here it is, the new one. i'm not moody or somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;g, it's j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ust t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;his hot day is b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ugging me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i'm so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;depressed. i have no load anymore and i cant even get to text him!!! i only got six pesos left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nothing no more. i hate summer! i cant get to see my friends, and him anymore! im stuck here in this pc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and i cant get to have fun. i have BIG problems which i ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sort in order... i miss someone badly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;and i hope this someone gets to txt me once more and you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; atleast make me smile... im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;im hungry. and i cant even think of a single word that will make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; my blog nice. i want to go out with my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;once more in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;agutayan white islan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d, jasaan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eaking of that islan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;d, i captured a few shots in agutayan white island, jasaan. it's a uncharted island (no one's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;there.) it's a cool place. i get to see their nice and big clams. it was so cool! even though i cant swim t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;t m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ch (because i as afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; of the "tuyom"'s) i cant even put my feet down unto the white sand in the beach (sa water na jed!) if there are sea grasses below, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;damn it was fun... we had fun and though it didn't las longer. and we all knew it will end. we went in the payag² and we fixed our things and prepared to another voyage. we went back to jasaan and we bid farewell to our friends. atleast we had a fun bonding flowing with the ocean. and we ate and ate. we had fun in the time when we had our feet covered with sand unto the waste. (it was me and frances.) and also when aikaye and alex soaked their bodies covered ith sand! it was so cool. only their heads appeared in the sand. hahahaha ^^&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget that moment. though the others weren't allowed to come. hahaiz... if they were there, it would've been more fun. but that's okay. and no im ending up this binding twist of post im typing. i think it will end up here. i'll be posting up the next post i will post. (huh?) well... bye... here are the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/a%20good%20snappie%20of%20agutayan%20island%20an%20uncharted%20island%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/a%20good%20snappie%20of%20agutayan%20island%20an%20uncharted%20island%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the uncharted island... agutayan white island, jasaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/agutayan%20sunset...%20aq%20naka%20blue%20na%20red%20shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/agutayan%20sunset...%20aq%20naka%20blue%20na%20red%20shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;the sunset in agutayan island (nice noh?)&lt;br /&gt;aq nang naka blue ug shirt na red shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/ahem%20ahem...%20the%20two%20shitharts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/ahem%20ahem...%20the%20two%20shitharts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;nagsabot mo sa kolor sa in.ung&lt;br /&gt;shirt??? hehehe +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/ayeL,%20alex%20and%20frances%20in%20ik"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/ayeL%2C%20alex%20and%20frances%20in%20ik%27s%20yacht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mariel, alexa, and frances.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the others ro arrive in aikaye's&lt;br /&gt;boat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/eM0oooo%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/eM0oooo%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;em0ooo0oo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tambai² sa shade ng kubo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/frances%20and%20me%20still%20smiling%20under%20the%20HOT%20HOT%20sun....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/frances%20and%20me%20still%20smiling%20under%20the%20HOT%20HOT%20sun....0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frances and me...&lt;br /&gt;still smiling over the hot² sun.. shux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/smile%20jed%21%20n0oo%21%20it0om%20nq%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/smile%20jed%21%20n0oo%21%20it0om%20nq%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;here i am under the shade of the payag²&lt;br /&gt;naka life saver pah! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/swimsuit%20models%20of%20year%202006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/swimsuit%20models%20of%20year%202006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/swimsuit%20models%20of%20year%202006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;swimsuit models of batch 05-06&lt;br /&gt;char! hehehehe *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;L-R: frances, eyen, valz, ayel, and anna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/the%20lighthouse%20in%20agutayan%20island..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/the%20lighthouse%20in%20agutayan%20island..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;the lighthouse in&lt;br /&gt;agutayan white island, jasaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/this%20pic%20was%20the%20time%20when%20ik"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/this%20pic%20was%20the%20time%20when%20ik%27s%20team%20searched%20for%20the%20clams%20underneath%20the%20wild%20sea...%20%5E%5E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;aikaye's team searching for the&lt;br /&gt;clams underneath the beach...&lt;br /&gt;infairness.. hadlok au xa kai daghan tuyom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/1600/whetwhew%21%20eyen%20in%20a%20good%20pose%20looking%20for%20a%20good%20veiw%21%20hehee.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1170/2567/320/whetwhew%21%20eyen%20in%20a%20good%20pose%20looking%20for%20a%20good%20veiw%21%20hehee.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;uist eyen ha! gbalik man ang pagka model!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe ^^ stolen shot by me!&lt;br /&gt;(duh! aq jed na cam..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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