<?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-20219238</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:12:06.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The West Wind</title><subtitle type='html'>chronicles from a disciple of the wind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116384763510992669</id><published>2006-11-18T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:00:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain mail chain mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: blank&lt;br /&gt;current read: PostSecret blog&lt;br /&gt;current music: Yellowcard stuff&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting and answering a survey thingy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning, don't read this if you don't want a spoiler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the chain message:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AMAZINGLY ACCURATE, FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS - DO NOT CHEAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) DON'T read ahead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Get a PEN and PAPER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) WHEN CHOOSING NAMES, MAKE SURE THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE THAT YOU ACTUALLY KNOW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) GO WITH YOUR FIRST INSTINCTS! Very important for good results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Scroll down ONE AT A TIME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. On a blank sheet of paper, WRITE NUMBERS 1 through 11 in a COLUMN on the LEFT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. BESIDE the NUMBERS 1 &amp; 2, WRITE DOWN ANY NUMBER YOU WANT. [DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE NUMBER?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. BESIDE the NUMBERS 3 &amp;amp; 7, WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. WRITE ANYONE'S NAME (like FRIENDS or FAMILY) next to 4, 5, &amp; 6.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. WRITE down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8, 9, 10, &amp;amp; 11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Finally, MAKE A WISH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE IS THE KEY TO THE GAME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. THE NUMBER of PEOPLE YOU MUST TELL ABOUT THIS GAME is found in SPACE 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. THE PERSON IN SPACE 3 IS THE ONE YOU LOVE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your relationship CANNOT WORK is in SPACE 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. YOU CARE MOST about the PERSON you put in SPACE 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5 IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS YOU VERY WELL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. THE PERSON YOU NAMED IN 6 IS THE YOUR LUCKY STAR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. THE SONG IN 8 IS THE SONG THAT MATCHES WITH THE PERSON IN NUMBER 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. THE TITLE IN 9 IS THE SONG FOR THE PERSON IN 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. THE 10TH SPACE IS THE SONG THAT TELLS YOU MOST ABOUT YOUR MIND&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. AND 11 IS THE SONG TELLING HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT LIFE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. NUMBER 1 IS YOUR LUCKY NUMBER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEND THIS TO A MINIMUM OF 10 PEOPLE WITHIN AN HOUR OF READING THIS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF YOU DO, YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF YOU FAIL TO, IT WILL BECOME THE OPPOSITE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STRANGE HOW IT SEEMS TO WORK.&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...On second thought, I won't tell you what I got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116384763510992669?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116384763510992669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116384763510992669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116384763510992669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116384763510992669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/11/chain-mail-chain-mail.html' title='Chain mail chain mail'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116367838872824020</id><published>2006-11-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T19:59:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note for someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: paranoid&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saving Me &lt;/span&gt;by Nickelback &lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just a note. For someone who's not online right now, but oh well. Hoping maybe sometime that person'll actually read this. If ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what for, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;But I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of understanding, of whatever it is that's going on, doesn't make it any less sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what's going on. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your pain draws me to you, but it seems like I'm its cause.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do, tell me what to say, tell me what to think, I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I can heal you, how I can help you, how I can save you, I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I did nothing wrong, I did nothing, I did something, I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you're lying, tell me the truth, tell me your side, I don't know anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coherent thought evades me now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potent poison rushing through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's blood now, dark blood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running, flowing, killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drop by drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll bleed it out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116367838872824020?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116367838872824020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116367838872824020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116367838872824020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116367838872824020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/11/note-for-someone.html' title='A note for someone.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116307873795669405</id><published>2006-11-09T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:25:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: tired o_o Is that a mood? :/&lt;br /&gt;current read: some scripts.&lt;br /&gt;current music: some music.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Heh. This shall be a [blah] post void of any energy or enthusiasm. I can't do/say/think anything without having to muster so much effort.&lt;br /&gt;I am a busy laptop running on 4% battery charge. Without a charger.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Everything is just taking so much out of me. And I don't have that much in me to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;So...I don't know. I'd like to say sorry to a few people, for various things, but mostly for not having enough energy to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Hato-chan/Okaasan. Because, because, because. I don't know. I've been distant, ne? You've always been listening to my rants and all...so...I'm sorry. I know you're not having the best of days, and I should have been there to at least listen and stuff. So yeah. Sorry, mother :c&lt;br /&gt;Hitsuji-niichan/Hitsuji-neechan. Because, because, because. I've been bothering you. I think. I don't know. Sorry :c&lt;br /&gt;Buta-chan. Because, because, because. I have become a burden. And stuff like that. Right? Right? I'm sorry :c&lt;br /&gt;Hitsuji-chan/Okaasan. Because, because, because. I've been bothering you, and these past few days I've done nothing significant for our project. Oh, yeah, and I've been a very, very stupid writer--thus, affecting our project and stuff. Sorry :c&lt;br /&gt;Inu-chan. Because, because, because. I've been neglecting you lately. I don't know. No time, I guess. Sorry :c&lt;br /&gt;Ushi-kun. Because, because, because. I have not been a very good follower. Nor have I been a proper sibling. I don't know. I guess...I don't know. I don't know exactly how I can help you. So I suppose I haven't really been trying, have I? *guilt* Sorry :c&lt;br /&gt;Raccoon-kun. Because, because, because. I have been very testy lately. I'm sorry; it's just...times are not as good as they used to be (if they ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; good XD;), and I don't know. Stress and all. But still. I shouldn't really be taking it out on you, right? So...sorry :c Oh, yeah, and happy birthday XD&lt;br /&gt;The CG (well, the 6 whom I haven't mentioned yet, anyway). Because, because, because. I don't exactly know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta&lt;/span&gt;, I know I should be saying sorry. Really. So...CG people, sorry :c (Oh, come on, you know who you are, right? The initials are a bit obvious, but I suppose only if you actually know what they stand for o_o;;)&lt;--And sorry for this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malabo&lt;/span&gt; apology, too :c&lt;br /&gt;Hm. That's all I can think of right now. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am just...blah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116307873795669405?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116307873795669405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116307873795669405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116307873795669405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116307873795669405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/11/drained.html' title='Drained.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116210022409554189</id><published>2006-10-29T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:37:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces. Blue braces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: chipper ^^&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing..&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Theft Autumn&lt;/span&gt; by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: sticking dental wax onto my molar bands and cross-posting this entry in Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hn. My braces have been on for...uh...about a day.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the dental wax stuffies this morning, so I had to go around (and eat &gt;_&lt;) with the molar bands' metal hooks poking craters into my tongue. I couldn't find the usual oatmeal, or even the porridge, so I got a pancake and tried dousing it in milk (yeah, I'm sort of weird that way) so it would get a bit softer, but no go; my tongue kept pushing up against the molar bands, and so, yay, I eventually get some sore, cut-up spots on it.&lt;br /&gt;Around lunchtime, after my excruciating meal of rice and really soft fish drowned in broth, my mother came in with about a plastic bag full of dental wax. You see, I'd phoned her about my lack of the wax earlier today, and she said she was going to look for the packet my dentist gave me yesterday. Well, aside from finding it, she also bought about a month's supply of it, so I've got packets and packets of dental wax in my bag right now. Yeah, I'm keeping 'em close, because my tongue is battered enough as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from my little problem with the molar bands, my braces aren't half as bad as people make them out to be. Okay, so I'm pretty sure I look even more like a nerd now, and I can't eat cookies (SOB T_T) and stuff because my teeth keep feeling all tingly, but...my braces don't hurt. As in, not painful or whatever; there's that little dull ache that's caused by the pressure on my teeth and all, but that's it. No agony or something.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Now pass me some more of that dental wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116210022409554189?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116210022409554189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116210022409554189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116210022409554189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116210022409554189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/braces-blue-braces.html' title='Braces. Blue braces.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116199989568192801</id><published>2006-10-28T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:44:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third time's the curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: lost. dejected. a bit envious. angry. confused.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Long Way Down &lt;/span&gt;by Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discovering the Waterfront &lt;/span&gt;by Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: thinking. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;Twice I had to be reminded about how wretched my life with my family(?) is.&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point, because there is no point in rambling on with meaningless sentences.&lt;br /&gt;I know, no one meant anything. Well, it wouldn't mean anything to them, because they don't look like the type of people who actually experienced whatever they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;It's not their fault.&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose I can't do anything if my life falls into a certain stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;So let's just say that this whole thing is another one of my big, stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;That's what they'd say.&lt;br /&gt;That's what they'll say.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why is it Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'd wish for...any other day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116199989568192801?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116199989568192801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116199989568192801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116199989568192801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116199989568192801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/third-times-curse.html' title='Third time&apos;s the curse'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116185722378138124</id><published>2006-10-26T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:07:03.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassins and Kingdom Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: high and not-so-high. ohyeah&lt;br /&gt;current read:Belsha's blog :D&lt;br /&gt;current music:&lt;i&gt;Sophomore Slump&lt;/i&gt; by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: trying to figure out who's assassinating who XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um. I don't know. These are mostly academic updates, so yeah XP&lt;br /&gt;TXV is going okay so far--I'm working on Chapter One with Yana, yay :D Quintin's our editor. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yay. Didn't fail Physics LT2 ;P&lt;br /&gt;Um...where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;Haaaai. I am sabog ngayon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;We've got this game in SocSci called Assassins, where you're randomly assigned a person-target that you have to assassinate. Rules are a bit complicated (sort of), but killing people is easy: You just go, "You're dead." Ohyeah XP&lt;br /&gt;There have been some nice plans so far, and alliances have been formed as well :3 (Certain people in a certain alliance have been especially nice XP) Some people have been going paranoid, and some people have tried figuring out who's killing who. I'm one of the latter, and between myself, Raymond, Inna, Ingrid, and the aforementioned alliance (who shall remain anonymously anonymous XP), we've come up with an almost-complete list of,uh, who's killing who. Heh XD&lt;br /&gt;Um, we also had a KQ meeting outside the Guidance Office this afternoon. HumhumhumLet'snamethetemplesO****andO****humhumhumnoonewilleverfigureitouthumhumhum&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Told you I'm weird today. Because we have no classes tomorrow, since it's fair, I am HAPPY. Ohyeah. XD Because I am currently feeling quite murderous/angry, since there are certain reasons and stuff, I am ANGRY. &gt;:E Because I am currently feeling sort of sad, since there are certain thoughts whirling in my head right now, I am...uh...sad :'(&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's fair tomorrow, and people are coming in costume XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116185722378138124?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116185722378138124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116185722378138124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116185722378138124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116185722378138124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/assassins-and-kingdom-quest.html' title='Assassins and Kingdom Quest'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116140459469417637</id><published>2006-10-21T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:23:14.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quizzles ;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: :)&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophomore Slump &lt;/span&gt;by Fall Out Boy [wahaha. LSS. Kuya DR's fault XD]&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting random quizzle results ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Don't expect any comments or anything, though. This is a last-minutes post--sort of. Squeezed in between brunch and a dentist appointment. Heh. So I'm just copy-pasting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&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/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Power Animal: Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one...Which is weird, but whatever. Is it true, though? XD I don't know myself that way. Heh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&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/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Emoticon Is Smiling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/smiling.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you're feeling cheerful and content - without a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/"&gt;What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one, I know, is perfectly true :D&lt;br /&gt;Sunshowers! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116140459469417637?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116140459469417637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116140459469417637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116140459469417637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116140459469417637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/random-quizzles-p.html' title='Random quizzles ;P'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116089759013342571</id><published>2006-10-15T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:33:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got an answer today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: dejected, as always, but now there's a glimmer of hope in there somewhere--I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inkspell &lt;/span&gt;by Cornelia Funke [Best part so far: Chapter 28, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrong Words&lt;/span&gt;. What Dustfinger feels in that chapter applies to me, too, but for different reasons.]&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meant to Live &lt;/span&gt;by Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: reading, typing up English and ValEd papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Life finally gave me a signpost. Now I sort of know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Painted Drum &lt;/span&gt;by Louise Erdich; I got hold of it through the Livejournal literaryquotes group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I still wish I could be as invisible as the world makes me feel, though. But still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew life posted signs on the Internet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116089759013342571?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116089759013342571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116089759013342571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116089759013342571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116089759013342571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-answer-today.html' title='I got an answer today.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116083276426082915</id><published>2006-10-14T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:32:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avant-Garde work methods--not artwork XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: neutral. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inkspell &lt;/span&gt;by Cornelia Funke [yeah for Fully Booked XD]&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call It Karma &lt;/span&gt;by Silverstein [thanks Kuya DR! :D]&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: trying to remember the stuff that happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So today we were supposed to have a meeting, for the avant-garde project thing for Art. 10am-4pm, meeting place: Starbucks, SM North.&lt;br /&gt;My day started at Starbucks. Oh yeah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Jazreel was the only person there when I arrived. Well, her mother was there, too, but then her mom left a few minutes after I joined them. So there; we were sitting at this table right outside the shop looking like two nerds or something. I guess it didn't help that I had a notebook out and all.&lt;br /&gt;So, we got around to talking about random stuff, then we noticed these 2 girls walking along. She said those girls already passed the place twice or something. So it was funny, in a way, when they passed by again. And again. And again.&lt;br /&gt;I swear they were lost. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much really happened until Anna Mags came. Then it was hilarious XD We went inside Starbucks because Jazreel's drink was almost finished, and the guard person at the door looked like he really wanted to shoo us away na.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Anna Mags was, like, staring up at the menu thingy plastered above the counter; she was trying to decide what to get. She'd decided on a chocolate frappucino, but when she got to the counter the person talked her into switching to a chocolate chip one.&lt;br /&gt;(Um, it sounds boring here, but once I get the video from Jazreel's phone or something, you'll see what I mean XD)&lt;br /&gt;Then I butted in and ordered a venti mocha frap (decaf. heh.), which was a bad move since the person remembered to ask Anna for the size or whatever she wanted her drink to be. Then she went rattling on about talls and grandes and ventis, until Anna got confused. In the end she got talked into getting a venti, too XD&lt;br /&gt;So that's, what, 145+165 out of my wallet forever XP&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got our drinks na, we went off to get straws. Anna thought the stirrers were the straws XDDDD It was hilarious, really.&lt;br /&gt;Anna, we should take you to Starbucks more often :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went outside na, and the guard person looked disappointed because he had no reason to make us go na XD&lt;br /&gt;The girls passed by about three times while we were talking XD&lt;br /&gt;Then Winbel and Karen (she'd slept over at Winbel's) came; Karen looked like she ran away because she was carrying a bag full of clothes XD&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we thought no one else was coming, so we went off to National Bookstore to buy some materials. 'Twas about eleven-something na at that time. On the way there we ran into Kayla, our groupmate.&lt;br /&gt;Anna Mags wanted to go to the bathroom, so we made a detour and stopped by Comic Alley--it was beside the bathrooms anyway XD We raided the pins and posters, and I ended up P249 poorer because I bought this adorable Larg (xxxHOLIC, anyone? XD) plushie which I shall bring to school on MONDAY. Ha. XD&lt;br /&gt;Then...we received a text from Clariza saying she was at Starbucks. We told her to meet us at the food court, then we went to National Bookstore to buy some materials. Clariza texted again, saying she was at the food court. As Anna Mags said, we were going to leave National Bookstore anyway, so she told Clariza to wait for us na lang... We left the place lugging around glue, index cards, and a one-half illustration board XDDD&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the food court, we &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; met up with Clariza, and we were &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; lugging around a giant illustration board XD&lt;br /&gt;So we dumped our stuff at a table, then some of us went off to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I lined up for KFC, but the people in front of us ordered a hell of a lot of food so it took so long XD There was this girl who originally lined up behind us--she moved to the other line, and ended up leaving waaaaaaaaay before us XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after lunch, we decided we'd do the scratches on the board so we wouldn't have to do much. We started at 1:00pm, slashed at the board with a cutter (people were staring at us funny XD), and left the place at around, what, 1:45pm or 2pm?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, avant-garde work ethics.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went off to watch a movie. Anna Mags and Clariza were...funny XDDD (And so we jokingly pretended we didn't know them) Due to time and money constraints we ended up with &lt;i&gt;My First Wedding.&lt;/i&gt; It was weird. Really weird. The heck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kayla and Winbel left before the movie ended, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we spotted some Pisay people, then we (Anna Mags, Jazreel, Karen, Clariza, me) went off to hunt for Fully Booked.&lt;br /&gt;...Er, we went around the mall a few times, then we found ourselves in the Hypermarket--and we found the place. After about an hour of searching. Riiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we sort of left Anna Mags and Clariza behind XD I think they watched the dog show thing, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fully Booked was bigger than usual. As in, really bigger than usual. We roamed the shelves for a bit, I found &lt;i&gt;Inkspell&lt;/i&gt;, we lined up at the counter, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE FOUND A COMPLETE BOXED SET OF CALVIN AND HOBBES COMIC BOOKS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around P7000, rawrg. Such times make you wish you had your mother's credit card with you XD&lt;br /&gt;After that we ran into Anna Mags and Clariza again, then we went in search of a photo place, since we had somehow gotten the idea of having some photos of ourselves taken. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found a place, blah blah blah, then we went off in our different directions. That is to say, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOTAL TIME SPENT ACTUALLY DOING ART PROJECT: About 1 hour XP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom picked me up outside Fully Booked, and I came home to find the results of my teeth X-ray thing, with diagnosis and recommendations attached.&lt;br /&gt;Good news: They might not have to pull my wisdom teeth out.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: They'll only know after I've done my time with orthodontic braces.&lt;br /&gt;...My mom says she'll get a second opinion from a TMJ-specialist or something. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Just get me the durn braces to get it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116083276426082915?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116083276426082915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116083276426082915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116083276426082915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116083276426082915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/avant-garde-work-methods-not-artwork.html' title='Avant-Garde work methods--not artwork XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116028859076648734</id><published>2006-10-08T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:23:11.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: survey-ish&lt;br /&gt;current read: my Algeb notes o_o&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing (again)&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: re-posting something from Patticor's blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;[1 ] I have read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;of course. bibliophile here, what did you expect?&lt;br /&gt;[2] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;erm...don't ask. it was horrible *cringe*&lt;br /&gt;[3] I have been (or wanted to go to) to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Especially now that my cousin's there :D&lt;br /&gt;[4] I have been (or wanted to go to) to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Italy, in particular, fascinates me XD&lt;br /&gt;[5] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;anime counts, eh?&lt;br /&gt;[6] I have tripped UP the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[7] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;which is why my elbows bend that way XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;i want to!!!...especially the snowboard thingy. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;[8] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;...and let Belsha get a bonus point at it, too XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;no...makes you think if there are enough whales left to watch T_T&lt;br /&gt;[9] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[10] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;tried to wish on one, pero it disappeared before I could wish properly T_T I wanna see another one again XD&lt;br /&gt;[11] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. My grandmother's balcony, around 2 or 3 or something.&lt;br /&gt;[12 ] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;countless times. I've got assassins in the Pisay pool XD&lt;br /&gt;[13] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day of my life...? XD&lt;br /&gt;[14] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yeah. Right now yung Spider-Man 2 OST, ewan ko kung bakit o_O Angst? XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[15] I have stayed up 'til 2 doing homework/projects.&lt;br /&gt;An all-nighter, too. Except it was...YM, not homework o_O&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[16] I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;Once, and only once.&lt;br /&gt;[17] I have been roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;fell over and got scolded for it.&lt;br /&gt;[18] I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;countless times? XD&lt;br /&gt;[19] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;...went on a murderous rampage once, though XD&lt;br /&gt;[20] I have played video games for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;RPGs are addicting, I'm sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have watched the Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[21] I attend Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[22] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;...which is why I am slightly traumatized when it comes to lollipops now.&lt;br /&gt;[23] I have already had my 13th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, yeah. This year lang XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have already had my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me once I reach 3rd year college ;P&lt;br /&gt;[24] I've called someone stupid.&lt;br /&gt;someone...and something...and...a lot of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[25] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;and instant messaging arguments...and flame wars...gusto niyo ng kopya? XD&lt;br /&gt;[26] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;dormer with the pillows. Heh. Of course I cry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[27] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;Goalie. Heh. At least dun okay pa ako...Tapos defender sa intrams last year, wala akong kwenta XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[28] I've been on a track or cross country team.&lt;br /&gt;Out of shape. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[29] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ano tawag mo sa PE namin??? XD&lt;br /&gt;[30] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Last summer ;P&lt;br /&gt;[31] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;Fun. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[32] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;When I lost a wallet nung summer. lol.&lt;br /&gt;[33] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Every day. :)&lt;br /&gt;[34] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;...ahehehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;[35] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[36] I've had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;all dead or dying. or pregnant, if you count my uncle's dog.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a spice girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned an N*Sync CD. haha.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD. haha. boybands rule then :P&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;the heck.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have sworn at someone of authority before.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[37] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculed in one, too.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;missed my chance. last summer. heh. i know i should have gone and read poetry then. &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;[38] I've been (or wanted to go to) to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;[39] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;[40] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;ended up there when I was, what, 5 or 6? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[41] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. of course.&lt;br /&gt;[42] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ulit XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;uh...what?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched the 3 Stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[43] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;Bugs Bunny is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[44] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into a locker.&lt;br /&gt;no comment.&lt;br /&gt;[45] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Got used to it na ;P&lt;br /&gt;[46] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;Erm...na-blanko yung utak ko sa Algeb. Hehehe. XD&lt;br /&gt;[47] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Yeah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[48] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[49] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;but no one ever sees it ;P&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[50] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;ehem. when you're 13, there are a heck of a lot of people older than you. &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[51] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[52] I've had/have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;...biological ones, right?&lt;br /&gt;[53] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[54] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[55] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Theater thingy nung grade school. I think the workshops helped; I can hide a lot of stuff now. :)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[56] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Belsha :(&lt;br /&gt;[57] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've played Halo 2.&lt;br /&gt;[58] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask. XD&lt;br /&gt;[59] I've been (or wanted to go to) to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;...yeah. crazy as it might sound.&lt;br /&gt;[60] I've been (or wanted to go to) to China.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! XD&lt;br /&gt;[61] I've been (or wanted to go to) to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;Eh di ba nasa Europe yan? ...So dapat counted na yan dun sa earlier question XD&lt;br /&gt;[62] I've been (or wanted to go to) to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Uy, Jazzy, Mae, Carmel, anyone want to add more stuff to the Hope List? XD&lt;br /&gt;[63] I've had a fight with someone on IM.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[64] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[65] I've had serious conversations on any IM.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[66] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;[67?] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;[68] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;yep. XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched a lot of action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[69] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Stuff like "I hate you!" *bang head into wall*. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[70] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[71] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;Duh. Every single week, darnit XD&lt;br /&gt;[72] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That spur-of-the-moment road trip thingy sa Laguna. We got lost pa XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[73] I've been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;For a different kind of home, but yes.&lt;br /&gt;[74] I've thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;bloody heck XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've puked on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[75] I've been horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;Go Baguio XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've filled out more than 10 myspace/LJ surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[76] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[77] I've proved someone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help much, though.&lt;br /&gt;[78] I've been proven wrong by someone.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. My test papers are bloody because of it XD&lt;br /&gt;[79] I've broken a leg.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[80] I've broken an arm/fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Stairs naman ngayon. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;[81] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;Feet up, head first. Lol XD&lt;br /&gt;[82] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. And left alone. So there.&lt;br /&gt;[83] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[84] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;br /&gt;Left it in the caf for a whole weekend o_O And when I got it back nawala yung scientific calculator and coins sa isang pocket XD&lt;br /&gt;[85] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, yeah. First grade o_O&lt;br /&gt;[86] I've come close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;Almost got run over. Heh. Tapos...yung other stuff. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[87] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've done modeling.&lt;br /&gt;[88] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Lol XD Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;[89] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[90] I've counted my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;[91] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe XD&lt;br /&gt;[92] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;...Ookami-kun, sorry T_T&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[93] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Hem hem. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;[94] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I'm happy! Nothing's wrong with me." Top of the list. Sorry, guys.&lt;br /&gt;[95] I've told little white lies.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;[96] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;Grade school.&lt;br /&gt;[97] I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme blood and I shall faint.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is sport or not.&lt;br /&gt;[98] I've pushed someone into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;Walang magawa eh XD&lt;br /&gt;[99] I've been pushed into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehe XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;Di ba tinanong na yan?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have sworn at someone of authority before.&lt;br /&gt;And this one, too!&lt;br /&gt;[100] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;What's with the looping questions? XD&lt;br /&gt;[101] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;Training eh. Dunno if I can do that anymore XD&lt;br /&gt;[102] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Yeah. Tapos we collected shells pa. And I found this feather-shaped shell that's currently stored at the back of my closet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102/158. Not bad. Hahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116028859076648734?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116028859076648734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116028859076648734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116028859076648734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116028859076648734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/102.html' title='102!'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116028582980110112</id><published>2006-10-08T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:37:45.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of dentist appointments and mooncakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: blank.&lt;br /&gt;current read: my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha. In the misery of yesterday, I forgot to post about how the day actually went XD So...for this 80th post, i shall try to get the "Post-in-straight-Filipino" dare over with. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the stuff in the brackets/parentheses/whatever isn't counted ;P&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon pumunta kami sa bagong dentista. Ang tagal nung pasyente na nauna sa amin--tingnan niyo, may appointment [ano Tagalog ng word na 'to??? T_T] na nga kami, naghintay pa--kaya nagbasa na lang ako ng diyaryo [hahahaha, ang weird tingnan ng spelling o_O].&lt;br /&gt;Mga ilang minuto na akong nagbabasa noon, nang may dumating na lalaki na a)mga ilang taon ang tanda sa akin at b)kamukha ng isang estudyante sa Pisay o_O.&lt;br /&gt;...Allow me a paragraph in English, my mental translator broke down (waa). Anyway, the guy asked me if the seat beside mine was taken. Since it wasn't, I said no and he sat down. So I went on reading. And then he started pestering me about the newspaper. Even though there were about two other copies of said newspaper lying around. The heck. Okay, so in the end I just gave him the copy I was holding, and then I went and looked at the paintings hanging on the walls. Anyway, I was bored, so I went for another newspaper. Lo and behold, the guy who took my copy wasn't even reading it. The heck. So I was annoyed. So I moved to the seat on the couch beside my mom. Anyways, the cushions were fluffy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, translator fixed. Lemme try it in Taglish ;P&lt;br /&gt;Lumipat yung guy sa upuan beside mine. Tapos he started reading the magazines. And then there were times na nagsasalita siya to no one in particular. Ewan ko if he was trying to start a conversation. Anyway, the secretary person called my name na, so I scooted off to the dentist na. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Kumuha ang dentista ng mold ng ngipin ko. Sabi niya kailangan pa niyang tingnan kung ano yung bite ko, para raw sigurado siya kung lalagyan ba talaga ako ng braces o hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos noon, nagpa-x-ray ako ng ngipin kasi kailangan daw makita ang posisyon ng wisdom teeth ko ngayon. Tentative schedule ng pagtanggal ng aking wisdom teeth: October 28. Ipapadala ang kopya ng X-ray sa magulang ko sa Martes. May kasama na rin daw na note kung ano na yung gagawin sa ngipin ko, pero halos sigurado na rin naman daw na kailangan ko ng braces.&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos noon, umalis na kami. Tapos naalala ko na: a) ubos na ang mooncakes sa bahay (andami kasi nilang binigyan eh &gt;:E) at b)may bibigyan pa nga pala akong mga kaklase. Kaya dumaan kami doon sa tea shop place na binibilhan namin ng mooncakes--PERO ubos na pala yung sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naghanap kami...and wala kaming nakita. Garr. Tapos nainis yung mom ko sa akin (ewan ko kung bakit o_O) kaya umuwi kami. PERO (hahaha, andaming "pero" XD) nakita namin sa parking lot yung uncle ko. Kakarating lang pala niya.&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong siya ng mom ko kung may alam siyang ibang puwedeng bilhan, tapos sabi niya na may iba pa siyang pupuntahang ewan, so maghahanap daw siya. Kaya ayun. I think sa ATC siya nakahanap, ewan. XD&lt;br /&gt;So...pagkatapos namin umalis, tumawag yung uncle ko. May nahanap daw siya, the really big mooncakes [bigger than usual, anyway], apat per box [P455 each box]. Tapos tinanong ako ng mom ko, kung 2 o 3 na box yung bibilhin. In the end 2 yung binili.&lt;br /&gt;So 1 mooncake per classmate lang bukas. Hahaha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, umuwi na kami. Ewan. Ano ba yung ginawa ko...?&lt;br /&gt;...*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;...Ah, okay. Nagpalit ako ng wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna be an apple. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116028582980110112?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116028582980110112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116028582980110112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116028582980110112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116028582980110112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-dentist-appointments-and-mooncakes.html' title='Of dentist appointments and mooncakes'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-116023149295743656</id><published>2006-10-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:31:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself, and I: How I wish I could cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: guilty, depressed, empty, angsty, angry, empty. happy? everything but.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Long Way Down &lt;/span&gt;by Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vindicated &lt;/span&gt;by Dashboard Confessional,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gifts and Curses &lt;/span&gt;by Yellowcard&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Give You Back &lt;/span&gt;by Vertical Horizon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, The Night the Lights Went Out in NYC &lt;/span&gt;by The Ataris&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, This Photograph is Proof &lt;/span&gt;by Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: not deserving to feel the way that i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know those days when you feel like a complete, total wreck? When you know you shouldn't be wallowing in self-pity, when you know you shouldn't be pathetic and weak and stupid (even though you are, and you know you can't help it), when you know you shouldn't express your feelings in a thousand run-on sentences, when you know you shouldn't do all that, but you still do?&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when there are a million people who are worse off than you are, who have more problems than you do, who you ought to be feeling sorry for, who you ought to be cheering up--but you don't? You don't because you're busy feeling sorry for yourself, you don't because you're busy trying to force just a few more tears out of your poor, overworked tear ducts, you don't because you're busy trying to count the overlapping cuts on your arm while you add some more.&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you just want to scream and hit yourself so hard you bleed, when you're actually so desperate and dejected as to actually try it, when you do all that and you end up feeling empty, feeling like you just want to collapse because it's too much for self-injury to handle, feeling like you just want to curl up into a little, pathetic ball, close your eyes, and die?&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you do everything in the preceding paragraph, except you're too cowardly and indecisive that you don't actually know if you want to die or not? You know those days when you're picking between life and death, and you pick a little bit of both and it's not enough for you, it's not enough for you and you don't know which one is going to complete everything?&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you just want to run, and run, and run until your heart bursts and you see nothing-but you don't have enough energy to even drag yourself off whatever it is you're leaning on?&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you want to hate the world, hate it and loathe everything in it, hate it, show you hate it, and have it hate you back? Except you're too scared that it might do just that, you're too scared that you've got too much hate for even the world to contain, you're scared that it might not be what you want (but you don't know what you want, do you?), so all that hate starts spilling over, spilling out of the little dam you put it in, spilling all over and drowning you, drowning and burning you, you, you, and nothing--nobody--else.&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you know you should pull yourself together, when you know you should smile and be happy, when you know you should try and be okay because other people will be depressed if you're not--but you just can't do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when you wish you weren't alive but you are?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm having a whole load of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing your days are a heck of a lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-116023149295743656?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/116023149295743656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=116023149295743656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116023149295743656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/116023149295743656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-myself-and-i-how-i-wish-i-could-cry.html' title='Me, Myself, and I: How I wish I could cry'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115911685615714826</id><published>2006-09-25T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:54:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubleshooting</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: annoyed, sleepy, and... *yawn* yeah, sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;current read: The Apple site's Troubleshooting section.&lt;br /&gt;current music: optical drive: *whine* *whine* *eject CD* me: FINALLY! &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting a little rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hn. *whimper*&lt;br /&gt;I am up this late (er...this early?) because my gay lover (aka my laptop)  refused to spit out a CD earlier this evening (er...yesterday?).&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the CD got stuck twice.&lt;br /&gt;The first time, I managed to get it out by rebooting the computer while holding down the trackpad button. That worked okay, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then stupid me entered the picture, and stupid me just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to put the CD back in the drive because stupid me just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get some schoolwork done.&lt;br /&gt;So it got stuck again. The *ouch* part was that, this time, the computer didn't even read the disc.&lt;br /&gt;And I spent about three hours trying the reboot-hold-down-trackpad-button, twist-it-out-with-cardboard-trick, Apple's-paper-clip-trick, wait-for-1o-minutes, and whatever other methods. Just to get the CD out. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;And what happened?&lt;br /&gt;I managed to restart the computer. Yeah, that worked. I managed to open up Disk Utility and I even tried to eject the CD from there. It might have worked, if only the computer didn't hang. But it did.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go and reboot it again...and again...and again....until.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, the CD ejected. By itself. For no apparent reason. Except maybe my gay lover/laptop felt like being kind for once.&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone's happy and asleep.&lt;br /&gt;...Except me. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115911685615714826?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115911685615714826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115911685615714826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115911685615714826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115911685615714826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/troubleshooting.html' title='Troubleshooting'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115909147508632514</id><published>2006-09-24T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:51:15.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood:subdued.&lt;br /&gt;current read:the &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com"&gt;PostSecret blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music:&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For You to Notice&lt;/span&gt; by Dashboard Confessional&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want a PostSecret book.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/postsecret-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/postsecret-book.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading postcards sent to PostSecret. It makes me feel like keeping stuff to myself is okay. Meh. I used a smorgasbord of postcard images in my Health self-profile; there were a lot of morbid ones I could sort of relate to.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything much this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the utter lack of scissors in this house has something to do with it. We've got cutters and knives and such, but I'm sorry, I'm a bit partial to scissors. I think they give me a bit more control compared to cutters.&lt;br /&gt;There's still a lot of alcohol here. (No, I don't mean liquor, although my dad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; have a store of wine somewhere around here...) Good thing for that; I needed a new bottle.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened (are still happening...?), and I know I should get used to them, but I just can't help but feel...depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Typical weak me. I am desperate for scissors right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115909147508632514?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115909147508632514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115909147508632514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115909147508632514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115909147508632514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret...?'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115900037052098937</id><published>2006-09-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:32:50.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Tianxiaverse and Dislocated Jaws.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: sick. hahaha. noooo...injured pala XD&lt;br /&gt;current read:&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/tianxiaverse"&gt;TXV Community blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/span&gt; by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: worrying about Monday ;P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe my LJ blogskin inspired a whole web of plot points for my Tianxiaverse script. Except...I don't know, the familiar concept was tweaked a bit. I guess, when you've read as much about the histories of Dia Vet and Champa as I have, things take on a new meaning for you XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I've got a 3.5 MB-folder full of TXV plot points in my laptop @_@ It's getting a bit confusing. I suppose it's understood that when a plot point changes in a later document, it's a revision, not a discrepancy; that doesn't make it any easier, though. Keeping up with about 5 or so different threads in a plot point outline? Not my idea for a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Still, if I want to have a shot at the Director/ Editor jobs, I'll have to do a lot of work. Weird, though; I'm not even sure if I want to get the Director/ Editor jobs. I know I need the EXP, though. Hmph. Necessity over confusion. I'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;No, wait. Scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it as good a shot as I can possibly come up with before September 27. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's more like it; it's what the Chem portfolio guidelines said, after all: Be specific and clear about your goals ;P Who's to say subjects can't cross-post [cross-apply? XD] their ideas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to the doctor na today. She looked a bit like the Pisay clinic's M.E. [if you don't know what this means, tag na lang sa tagboard if you wanna know XD] Hmmm...she wants me to go visit a surgeon specializing in head/neck stuff. Yeah. Ewan. They want me to go get surgery o_O&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants a second opinion though. Hahaha. So I'll have to go to a different doctor next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Creativity, like love, should be diagnosed retrospectively." --John Schiemel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115900037052098937?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115900037052098937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115900037052098937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115900037052098937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115900037052098937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-tianxiaverse-and-dislocated-jaws.html' title='Of Tianxiaverse and Dislocated Jaws.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115848116109687244</id><published>2006-09-17T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T16:19:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Technorati, Creative Commons, and PageRank</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: Internet-addicted ;P&lt;br /&gt;current read: the &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com"&gt;Technorati homepage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vincent [Starry, Starry Night]&lt;/span&gt; by Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:looking up some stuff on Google&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blogs, usually, are all about getting stuff out there. Publicity and all that. &lt;br /&gt;So now, forgive me but I'm sort of jumping on the bandwagon ;P &lt;br /&gt;Let's see how I got consumed by the consumer craze XD&lt;br /&gt;Last night I discovered this &lt;a href="http://www.mygooglepagerank.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; that tells you what a webpage's PageRank is. And it started from there.&lt;br /&gt;Before I tell you any more, let's define the term "PageRank".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how Google almost always gives you the exact result you're looking for? That's because of PageRank. &lt;br /&gt;PageRank is, basically, how many inbound links a webpage has. It's like a numeric representation of how important that page is compared to the rest of the Web.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this simpler.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say every link is a vote. So PageRank, simply put, is the number of votes a webpage gets from other pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Votes, however, aren't all the same value. How important a vote--a link-- is, depends on the PageRank of the page it's coming from.&lt;br /&gt;Let's put this in an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you want to calculate this blog's PageRank.&lt;br /&gt;So first you tally up all the votes it gets. Let's say it's got one from Yahoo, and another from some random spam site. Naturally, Google would give Yahoo's vote a greater value because: a)Yahoo has a high PageRank [meaning a lot of sites link to it], and b) the other is a spam site and Google doesn't recognize links from such sites[let's not get into that].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just the number of inbound links, however.&lt;br /&gt;If a site links to you by itself [as in, not by link-trading and stuff], it will be worth more than, well, a link you got by link-trading. Think about it like money: If a site links to you by itself, it's giving you, say,$1. So you get one dollar, more than you get by giving a site $1 only if it gives you $1 too [you don't really get much through this method, see?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the value of the vote you get depends on how many links the voting page has. If it's got a lot of links, its vote will be worth less than a page with less links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR(A) = (1-d) + d(PR(t1)/C(t1) + ... + PR(tn)/C(tn))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the original equation for PageRank that was published while it was being developed. It's probable that Google is using a variation of it, but we don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PageRank isn't the only thing Google takes into account when ranking pages, but it counts for a lot nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;And since last night I found out that my old blog URL [http://paranoidschizophrenia.blogspot.com) actually had a PageRank, and I lost it because I changed my URL, I am now trying to get that PageRank back (if not improve on it ;P)&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the next topic: &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com"&gt;Technorati.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;Technorati is,basically, a blog directory/blog search engine. It allows for users to surf through the "blogosphere", as they call it, and browse/subscribe to/add whatever blog to their favorites list.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, one big blog-link-trading thing. Sort of. &lt;br /&gt;It's a place to "get your blog out there". It's a place to "make your blog more visible". And since it's currently indexing more than 50.6 million blogs, I'm guessing this must be true.&lt;br /&gt;In a way,  Technorati is one of those giant directories that help people increase PageRank, and thus, make people's pages more visible on the Web.&lt;br /&gt;Which, well, bring us to the next subject: &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org"&gt;Creative Commons.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I suppose Wikipedia says it best, so let me just link you to the page: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_Commons"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_Commons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So, since your content is a bit more public than usual XD, you'd do best to make sure no one rips it off. And so, Creative Commons and its concept of &lt;i&gt;"Some rights reserved"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should end my post here. &lt;br /&gt;More rants on the Internet publicity trend sometime soon ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115848116109687244?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115848116109687244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115848116109687244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115848116109687244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115848116109687244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-technorati-creative-commons-and.html' title='Of Technorati, Creative Commons, and PageRank'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115786715673199129</id><published>2006-09-10T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:45:56.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts in the Time of TextEdit</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: weird. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;current read: other people's blogs&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hanging by a Moment&lt;/span&gt; by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: thinking...and not doing homework.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if anyone ever thought of their blogs as contrived.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt; ever thought of your blog as contrived.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;For you it might seem like your blog, in all its hosted glory, is a spontaneous display of thoughts and ideas arrived at while you were under the influence of inspiration (or maybe something more disagreeable...)&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose thinking like that is natural: there's always the image of you typing away at some overused keyboard and siphoning all your thoughts out on the Web; launching a speeding train of thought, going, going, never stopping, never pausing, never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;Except, well, when you think about it, you're not really doing that. &lt;br /&gt;When you take into account all the times you did a frantic Google search to make sure you've got your facts right, you see that you're not really doing that.&lt;br /&gt;When you take into account all those instances when you backspaced and re-typed something a hundred times until you thought your "readers" would find it acceptable, you realize you're not really doing that.&lt;br /&gt;When you take into account all the hours you spend making sure your post (and your blog) looks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just right&lt;/span&gt;, you notice you're not really doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's because you're aware that people actually know your blog exists--you don't trade links for nothing, after all. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's also got something to do with the tagboard or cbox or flashbox (whatever) you've probably got somewhere; your tagboard  or cbox or flashbox that visitors leave their comments on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's something else...&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that some people who read your blog, don't know you personally--they could easily judge you by what you write. And the ones who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know you, might just change their opinions about you once they see some thoughts they aren't really fond of.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe that's it. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why you type never-ending drafts on MS Word, or Notepad, or TextEdit, or whatever text editor, waiting hours at a time for the perfect paragraph to copy-paste, re-read, revise, delete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's bad, all that revising and obsessing (well, maybe the obsession part is a tad unhealthy...). We've all got to take readers and such into account, after all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pointing out that it contradicts most people's impressions that their blogs are spontaneous works of art. Like they just got up in the middle of the night and typed away.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;We all know how much thought goes into each post (each &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; post. Carp comes naturally, that's not something you take hours to write). We all know how much &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;backspacing&lt;/span&gt; goes into each post.&lt;br /&gt;So there. &lt;br /&gt;Just shattering another myth for you. ;P&lt;br /&gt;...So much for the speeding train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This post, made in 2 hours, 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115786715673199129?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115786715673199129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115786715673199129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115786715673199129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115786715673199129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoughts-in-time-of-textedit.html' title='Thoughts in the Time of TextEdit'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115780352122255418</id><published>2006-09-09T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:05:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Post #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood:...happy yet annoyed? XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current read:nothing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music:the TV and Adium's weird Aquatech sound set&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:YM-ing on a Mac ;P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My gay lover's got some new programs, yay XD&lt;br /&gt;I've got Firefox on it now. It's working better than Safari--probably because Firefox actually loads/opens images. Ha XD&lt;br /&gt;Yay for tabbed browsing...&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm "illegally" using my uncle's DSL for this surfing spree, I can test out Adium as well.&lt;br /&gt;Adium, for the people who don't know, is this instant messaging program for Macs that lets you log in to your Y!M, AIM, MSN, Jabber, etc account.&lt;br /&gt;So now... *logs in*&lt;br /&gt;Ha, it's okay, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;It looks different, compared to the Yahoo!Messenger layout that I'm used to, but that's to be expected--they're not the same program, after all.&lt;br /&gt;Complaint complaint: The default sounds suck &gt;_&lt; "Zip up" and "Bubble down"??? Why oh why do they not have a Yahoo! set? At least they've got one for the emoticons ;P&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, the windows for messages use tabs too...So I can have conversations in one window, just different tabs... Cool XD&lt;br /&gt;The icons [offline,online,etc] are okay, I guess, but I have to click on "Get info" to see users' custom status messages. Aaaawww... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Let's see...All the new programs are working fine.&lt;br /&gt;Expect a rant once something malfunctions ;P&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Y!M snippet for today:&lt;br /&gt;Sir Joey: If your avatar is cloud, and Belsha's is Tifa then does that mean...D: D: D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115780352122255418?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115780352122255418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115780352122255418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115780352122255418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115780352122255418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/mac-post-1.html' title='Mac Post #1'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115754129419445130</id><published>2006-09-06T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:14:54.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Poem Thingy+Art Anxiety ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood:nervous...? o.o&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current read:nothing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music:si Ingrid :D *evil laugh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:freaking Ingrid out ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay, the Starbucks thingy na...Ewan. Basta. *posts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feel the wind" the siren said. "from&lt;br /&gt;a soft breeze to a hurricane's&lt;br /&gt;gale, the wind is our ally.&lt;br /&gt;For without the movements of air&lt;br /&gt;there would be no aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the aroma of coffee, you know, is our&lt;br /&gt;most powerful song. so full of promise&lt;br /&gt;and expectation and memories; so&lt;br /&gt;seductive, so hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who could resist? Like the&lt;br /&gt;breeze, our coffees relax the body&lt;br /&gt;in suspended time yet like&lt;br /&gt;the gale, they, energize and&lt;br /&gt;stimulate. So,  honor the wind in&lt;br /&gt;all its dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do humans have emotions that&lt;br /&gt;range from so gentle to so intense?"&lt;br /&gt;a young siren spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" the siren answered.&lt;br /&gt; "They call it Love."&lt;br /&gt;*/posts*&lt;br /&gt;Yay~ Got it from a friend who got it from Starbucks Taft ata XD Yeah...basta. 'Tis nice, though o.o&lt;br /&gt;Waaa..I hate the Sci stream. &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;Bakit naman kasi eh...Fashion show tomorrow!!! o.o&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;...At least we're almost done. Hahaha, aliw kumuha ng leaves o_O&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Should leave it at that. I might leak some top-secret information. Hahaha, like there's anything to spill o.o&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One down, two more major projects to go!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115754129419445130?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115754129419445130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115754129419445130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115754129419445130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115754129419445130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/starbucks-poem-thingyart-anxiety.html' title='Starbucks Poem Thingy+Art Anxiety ^^'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115737442587649436</id><published>2006-09-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:54:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Blogger :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: happiness~ yay ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing o.o&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music:wala rin XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:yayness XD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay :D My posts are showing up again XDDDD ahahaha ^^ wala lang...I am happy...I am happy...I am happy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I shall stop saying that I am happy XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I am :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yay, new blogskin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am now addicted to the wind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Shall post the Starbucks poem thingy here next time...Yun yung may kasalanan kung bakit ako na-obsess XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am happy :D"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115737442587649436?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115737442587649436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115737442587649436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115737442587649436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115737442587649436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-in-blogger-d.html' title='Back in Blogger :D'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115658295274549092</id><published>2006-08-26T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:02:32.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, One, Two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: confused. slightly artistic. completely depressed.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five People You Meet in Heaven &lt;/span&gt;by Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rough Draft&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Firewater&lt;/span&gt;, both by Yellowcard [thanks to Kevin Caballa for telling me about Firewater and stuff XD]&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: testing. testing. oh, and writing very bad poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Testing, testing, is this post appearing now or do I have to change my blog template completely?&lt;br /&gt;I think it likes my 69th post too much...Last time I tried to update, it was stuck. Or something. I don't know. Just discovered...Blogger Beta. XD Ewan. Some Google typo, and *poof* ayun na siya. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;The S4 forums are up now :D We need more members~~~ Click on the link, please XD--&gt; [&lt;a href="http://s4forums.s2.bizhat.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. I want to change my blogskin. Anyone know a nice one?...I am currently in the mood for violins or something black. Ewan. I feel angsty today D: And I feel like changing blogskins. At least I don't change blog URLs as often.&lt;br /&gt;Going on...and on...and on....and onto my LSS list. (hahaha XD labo ;P)&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;Their songs are stuck in my head. Oh well. I'm not complaining&lt;br /&gt;2. Poetry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know; I got hooked on it again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Firefox&lt;br /&gt;After 2 weeks of Apple's Safari, you kinda miss the tabbed browsing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, while my blogspot was malfunctioning I made 5 new posts [most of them private, but what the heck]&lt;br /&gt;5. Mac OS X&lt;br /&gt;The graphic interface is love~&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bio floating thingies XD&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahaha. Good thing pala that Carmel used too much blue stuff XDDD Ang cute ng floating thingies when viewed sa microscope~ And they put me in a good mood until...well, until...basta. They put me in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;7. My dying kingfish&lt;br /&gt;You may be dying in my tank and stuff, but you still make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;8. Person-LSS&lt;br /&gt;Belsha knows what I'm talking about. Ahahaha. Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;So there. Might change the blogskin soon.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm finding my own words, my own little stage/my own epic drama, my own scripted page/I'll send you the rough draft , I'll seal it with tears/Maybe you'll read it, and I'll reappear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115658295274549092?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115658295274549092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115658295274549092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115658295274549092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115658295274549092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/08/testing-one-two.html' title='Testing, One, Two...'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115591127531791505</id><published>2006-08-18T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:55:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha XD Update AT LAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: ...melancholic XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas &lt;/em&gt;by Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Sullivan &lt;/em&gt;by Caroline's Spine&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: celebrating the end of perios...and..and...being crushed by a new set of requirements.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahaha XD My perio scores are....okay o_o At least I didn't fail Physics XD I thought I would...oh well. Belsha is a nerd--er, never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waaa...Nawawala yung ID ko and yung ValEd perio ko o_o I mean, leave it on a desk for a few minutes and it's gone o_o The ID, okay pa sana eh, sa gym nawala during/before/after swimming and all, but my VALED PERIO???? O_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this really weird homework thingy for English this week; about the four temperaments... I'm melancholic. I got that result on both tests o_o Am I &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;predictable..? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And..I got this test thingy on the Net. Wala lang. Saw the link sa profile ni Ma'am Fil on Livejournal. [&lt;a href="http://inquibbler.livejournal.com"&gt;Ma'am Fil's LJ&lt;/a&gt;] Ang weird ng results, they sorta contradict each other...Bakit kasi pantay yung nakuha ko sa kanila o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/typeTwo.asp"&gt;result1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/typeFour.asp"&gt;result2&lt;/a&gt;]...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapos there was a really close second... o_o Gah, I don't understand my personality 9do I even have one????)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/typeSix.asp"&gt;result3&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gah, we've got a ton of requirements again...At least it's a three-day weekend. No,wait, I won't see my friends for three days. Agh. No, wait, even worse, I'll be stuck at &lt;em&gt;"home"&lt;/em&gt; for 3 days. Nuuuuuuuuuuuu~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well. Make sure you update your blogs, people....at least &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; I'll still have some blogs to surf and all. o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Shall post my English storybook [sans illustrations] here tomorrow. Ahahahaha. So I keep my promise and all. Ha. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115591127531791505?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115591127531791505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115591127531791505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115591127531791505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115591127531791505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahaha-xd-update-at-last.html' title='Hahaha XD Update AT LAST'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115276434728769835</id><published>2006-07-13T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:19:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Little Bunnies Always Give Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: contemplative. and happy. Life is good today~&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Runaway Bunny &lt;/span&gt;by Margaret Wise Brown&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best I Ever Had &lt;/span&gt;by Vertical Horizon [LSS--Neko-chan's fault XD]&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting this bunny story :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why Bunnies Give Hugs&lt;br /&gt;A Pointless Post(tm)&lt;br /&gt;[Note: Pointless Posts are friends-only. So if you think you're my friend, you can view it. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------A not-so-fictional story as to why bunnies give hugs.-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen years and 6 days ago, a bunny was born. That little bunny was brought home by her mommy and her daddy, and the little bunny grew year after year.&lt;br /&gt;When the little bunny was three, she scraped her knee and wanted a hug. The little bunny's mommy told her off, and told her to be careful. Then the little bunny's mommy treated the cut, and she placed a little Band-Aid over it, but she forgot to give the little bunny what she needed: a hug.&lt;br /&gt;And so while the little bunny's knee was healing, her little bunny heart got a little scrape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little bunny was five, she fell off a big bunny-sized chair. The little bunny's arm had a big bluish, greenish bruise, and the little bunny wanted her daddy to make things all right by giving her a hug. The little bunny's daddy scolded her for not being careful, and gave the little bunny an ice pack to place on the bruise. Then the little bunny's daddy left for work.&lt;br /&gt;And so while the little bunny's bruise was disappearing, another one appeared on the bunny's little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little bunny was seven, her paw was caught on a branch and started bleeding. The little bunny wanted a hug to tell her that everything was okay and the bleeding would stop. But the little bunny's evil nanny was the only one there. The evil nanny cleaned the wound and wrapped it in a bandage, but the evil nanny never gave anybody a hug. So the little bunny didn't get one.&lt;br /&gt;And so while the wound had stopped bleeding, the bunny's heart hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little bunny was nine, the little bunny's friends stopped talking to her during the summer. The little bunny tried and tried to talk to them again, but her friends told her they hated her. So the little bunny felt sad and alone,worse than she had ever felt, and needed a nice, warm hug. But there was nothing there except for a notebook, so the little bunny wrote down her feelings instead. But while the notebook was helpful, it could never give the little bunny a hug.&lt;br /&gt;And so while outside the sun was burning, the bunny's heart started freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little bunny was eleven, her new friends sided with her old friends and started hating her again, and her parents were almost never there. The bunny was tired of trying to do something because no one ever listened.So the bunny didn't do anything; but deep inside she knew she needed a warm, comforting hug. She knew her friends and her parents always checked to see what she wrote in her notebook, so she couldn't write down her feelings anymore, either.&lt;br /&gt;And so while everyone else was living, the bunny's heart was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the litte bunny was twelve, she realized something. Her parents and her old friends never gave her any hugs, but they all knew how to receive one. And then she realized that everyone needed a hug, and it was a mistake when she never gave a hug to those who needed them. So the little bunny decided to correct that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;And so while everyone stopped feeling, the bunny's heart started living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the little bunny was thirteen, one of her new friends asked her why she always hugged people. And the bunny told her that she hugged people because she didn't want them to feel alone. She told her friend that she knew what it felt like to be left alone, and that she didn't want that same feeling to be experienced by the people she hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while everyone asked the same question, the bunny's heart always gave the same answer: That she never wanted to make the mistake of abandoning the people she cared about most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A hug is a smile with arms, a laugh with a stronger grip." ~Terri Guillemets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115276434728769835?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115276434728769835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115276434728769835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115276434728769835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115276434728769835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-little-bunnies-always-give-hugs.html' title='Why Little Bunnies Always Give Hugs'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115244171192311522</id><published>2006-07-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:41:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo, PISAY SURVEY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: wooshoo~ suffocating under a ton of stupid requirements [when is the English storybook due???]&lt;br /&gt;current read: some random blogs...&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Houkiboshi &lt;/em&gt;[is it spelled that way?] from Bleach, which is, btw, the bg music of this blog ;p major LSS hahaha&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: Googling for the Justin-stalker-from-2010 guy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hahaha, found a survey from someone's LJ. Wahahahaha. But,bleh,some questions are for grads/college people na...Oh well. Still fun to answer ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Bakit ka nahuhuli sa pila bago mag flag ceremony? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st year&gt;Late kami gumising and palaging huli sa pila sa bathroom sa dorm XDDD Or sobrang bagal kumilos...Or may nakakalimutan tapos babalikan...Or cramming lol XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd year&gt;Late pa rin gumising. Or late umalis ng bahay kapag Monday &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 2. Anong favorite mong bilhin sa canteen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st year&gt; SPRITE!!! BOW TO THE MIGHT OF SPRITE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd year&gt; LEMON ICED TEA!!! WORSHIP THE GODS OF THE GLORIOUS LEMON ICED TEA!!! ...er...ehehehe...addiction na ata &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Na-guidance / principal’s / ARO ka ba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st year&gt; YES. Almost every quarter lol. Tapos parang every quarter may member ng g.o.t.h.s. na pinapapunta sa Guidance, the hell XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd year&gt; Nope...Not YET. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sinong favorite teacher(s) mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st year&gt; Sir Joey, Ma'am Cristobal, almost everyone...*sarcasm*Ay,wait, oo nga pala, si Ma'am TOLEDO, si Ma'am Cappy [Capundag ComSci], and si Sir (?) Santiago ["Mama S.", as some people would call him XDDD]...*/sarcasm*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd year&gt; So far, si Sir Martin...And si Ma'am Yu-hico [kahit Geom ang subject niya XD]...and siguro si Ma'am Alcaraz na rin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Sinong most hated teacher mo? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st year&gt; "ewan" *daw*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd year&gt; Ahem. Well...di ko na sasabihin...since baka magka-anak ako na papasok sa Pisay, tapos baka magalit pa ulit sa parents...XD ...and,well,not exactly hate, but there is something about certain teachers that simply makes you dislike them. SO YEAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. San ka usually tumatambay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st year&gt; BACK LOB!!! Woohoo~and nung mga 4th quarter na...sa gazebo place XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd year&gt; GAZEBO!!!...kasi...ewan. basta. and sometimes sa caf...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Your most unforgettable experience?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of stuff...Like yung fairs ewan, clearance week, star gazing and all that...Almost every day kasi "unforgettable" [lol,kaya ko yan sinasabi kasi wala ako maalala XDDD] XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Most unforgettable anything in high school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EVERYTHING lol XD...kasi nga wala akong maalala, kaya GENERALIZE!!!...kahit it makes me look all senti and emo XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Varsity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WALA. I suck at sports ;p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Sinong unang nakilala mo nung high school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SA PISAY??...sina Belsha and Cherry XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Sino-sino kabarkada mo nung high school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G.O.T.H.S., lol. And sometimes yun din ibang dormers...Tapos sina Anna and Inna...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Namimiss mo ba uniform mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW?? WHY?? Eh isusuot ko naman siya bukas eh XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Ilang beses mo nawala ID mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once, na-misplace lang. Nakita ko inside my cabinet, lol XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Favorite teacher’s quotable quote?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dabal-yu" XDDD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Most unforgettable person?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EVERYONE!...kasi I see them almost everyday naman ngayon eh ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Best friend nung high school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;best friendS!  g.o.t.h.s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. I-describe ang mukha mo sa grad pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wala pa akong HS grad pic. Sa gradeschool? omg, horrible. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Nakakita ka na ba ng multo sa school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No. Not YET. I'd like to see one though XD [Tapos I'll end up being scared to death or something XD]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Nangarag ka ba sa updating / paghahabol sa graduation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...what? XDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blogging. Always so complicated. Of course, you could always stop...but where's the fun in that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115244171192311522?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115244171192311522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115244171192311522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115244171192311522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115244171192311522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohoo-pisay-survey.html' title='Woohoo, PISAY SURVEY!!'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115176011426397480</id><published>2006-07-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:21:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...random post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: sappy and senti. XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Filibusterismo &lt;/span&gt;[it's required! &gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free Loop &lt;/span&gt;by Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: TRYING - and failing really well - to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gah, have you people heard the piano stuff for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bad Day"&lt;/span&gt;? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PRACTICE PIANO WHEN YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED IT FOR MONTHS??? ...er,yeah. Before the rants, a gweat big thank you to -best fwiend- for helping me find proper sheet music for the song :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm having a wee bit of difficulty with the piano. Oh well; my "musical life" is in such a sorry state. Gah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;AND I would just like to make it clear: I DO NOT do any PDA [private or public display of affection] during Art. Okay? [...-Someone- (not from Pisay, mind you) would kill me if it was true &gt;.&lt; ]&lt;br /&gt;..Argh. I have to cram the Art interviews on Monday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit kasi hindi na lang ginawang &lt;/span&gt;major project &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yung interview&lt;/span&gt;? Sir Cipriano obviously does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;know how hard it is to talk to people about Ida--let alone get enough nerve to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show &lt;/span&gt;them Ida.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Fili &lt;/span&gt;is starting to get interesting. Hmmm...I guess once you get past the long-winding, often-confusing, highly-descriptive paragraphs, the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;boring. Yep. And it's got the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bapor Tabo&lt;/span&gt; to keep you reading XD&lt;br /&gt;My sister poured milk all over me today. I wouldn't let her use a computer XD . What a nice start to the afternoon. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;I've got major LSS because of Nickelback's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far Away. &lt;/span&gt;Copy-pasted lyrics here for Ookami-chan XD [...well, I'm not the one who insists on such a name... XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Stop breathing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; On my knees, I'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Last chance for one last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'd give it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'd give for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Give anything but I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Stop breathing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you know, you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Perfection. Everyone is so preoccupied with it. The odd part is that most of them don't even know why."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115176011426397480?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115176011426397480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115176011426397480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115176011426397480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115176011426397480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-post.html' title='...random post.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115114107161892807</id><published>2006-06-24T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:24:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;current mood: depressed..and...er...tainted? something like that.&lt;br /&gt;current read: A BRIEF HISTORY OF GEOMETRY, which, ironically, is NOT brief at all.&lt;br /&gt;current music: the sounds of Yahoo Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting a sruvey to take my mind off my depression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got this from someone at Livejournal who, unfortunately, most of you don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minus 1% for everything that you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Then repost as your %. [ start with 100%]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Smoked.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Drank alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;[] Cried when someone died.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;[] Had sex.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;[] Given a handjob/gotten a handjob.&lt;br /&gt;[] Given a blowjob/gotten a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been verbally sexually harassed.&lt;br /&gt;[] Verbally sexually harassed somebody.&lt;br /&gt;[] Felt someone up and/or been felt up.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;[] Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to prom.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cried at school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.&lt;br /&gt;[] Went streaking.&lt;br /&gt;[] Given a lap dance.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.[My cousin. That counts,right?]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.&lt;br /&gt;[] Kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;[] Went scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Driven a car.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Gotten an xray.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hit by a car. [When I was in first grade.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Had a party.&lt;br /&gt;[] Done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[] Played strip poker.&lt;br /&gt;[] Got paid to strip for someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;[] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[] Bought/downloaded porn.&lt;br /&gt;[] Watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;[] Made porn.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Had a crush on someone of the same sex. [Once, and only once! &gt;:E]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been in love.[Still in love--with the Artemis Fowl series. ;p]&lt;br /&gt;[] Frenched kissed.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Laughed so hard you cried.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cried yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed yourself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stabbed yourself. [accidentally]&lt;br /&gt;[] Shot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been online for 9 consecutive hours.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Watched an animal die.&lt;br /&gt;[] Watched a person die.&lt;br /&gt;[] Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.&lt;br /&gt;[] Pranked somebody.&lt;br /&gt;[] Put somebody in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;[] Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Kissed somebody of the same sex.[on the cheek! DUH! ...what were you thinking?]&lt;br /&gt;[] Dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dressed goth.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Dressed preppy.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to a motocross race.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Avoided somebody.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been stalked.&lt;br /&gt;[] Stalked someone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Met a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Played an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Ridden a horse.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cut yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[] Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;[] Ding dong ditched somebody.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;[] Got caught stealing something.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kicked a guy in the balls. [that is, if "accidentally hit with a stick" counts.]&lt;br /&gt;[] Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[] Went out with your friend's crush.&lt;br /&gt;[] Got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been pregnant/made someone pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Babysat.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Been to another country.&lt;br /&gt;[] Started your house on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[] Had an encounter with a ghost&lt;br /&gt;[] Donated your hair to cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.&lt;br /&gt;[] Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;[] Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sat on your ass all day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[] Had a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten cut from a sports team.[Taekwondo in grade school.]&lt;br /&gt;[] Been called a wh0re.&lt;br /&gt;[] Danced like a wh0re.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been mistaken for a celebrity. [by annoying people who need glasses.]&lt;br /&gt;[] Been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Been told you have beautiful eyes. [usually said when my sister tries to get me to do her homework for her :D]&lt;br /&gt;[] Been told you have beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;[] Raped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Walked out of a restaurant without paying.[accidentally--again.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[] Been raped.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;100%-43%=57% ...Zomg, I'm tainted XD&lt;br /&gt;By the way,is it just me, or do I do a lot of stuff accidentally? o__O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;+&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still need a hug.+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115114107161892807?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115114107161892807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115114107161892807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115114107161892807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115114107161892807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115113559615679594</id><published>2006-06-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T15:53:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth or dare trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: depressed&lt;br /&gt;current read: random blogs on Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothiiiiiiiiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: watching water evaporate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am slipping back into depression. Wow, such a blunt statement. Whatever. &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;, it's true. I'm sinking back into depression mode. Which isn't really all that nice, but yeah, I can't really do much about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...Anyway, last week was the start of the whole "Truh or Dare" craze or something...Crazy questions, crazy dares, you all know the drill. Yeah. So &lt;em&gt;ayun&lt;/em&gt;. This is a meaningless post, but I'll try to make it a bit...er...better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. Um...well. Second week was okay. Started it off by getting a bruise and a few scratches, courtesy of my 100% clumsiness and a little help from from Ingrid's bag...Lots of stuff, not enough stuff, alternating from boring and fun, you all know what I mean. Anyway...shortened periods yesterday, we spent UB spinning a bottle and quizzing/tormenting each other. Yep, it all goes back to the whole Truth or Dare thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. Learned a lot of stuff, did a lot of stuff, saw people do a lot of stuff. Typical, really. Oh well. I think I'm getting into apathetic mode as well. *reaches for violin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one ever gives hugs in this place; it's all rules and "protocol". Yes, "protocol" at home. Can you believe it? ...I can, actually--considering I'm living in such a place. No wonder I've got depression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;+&lt;em&gt;I need a hug.+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115113559615679594?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115113559615679594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115113559615679594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115113559615679594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115113559615679594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth-or-dare-trauma.html' title='truth or dare trauma'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115064500467512352</id><published>2006-06-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:36:44.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacBook, non-pro style. Oh, and William.</title><content type='html'>current mood: erm...thinking?&lt;br /&gt;       current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl &lt;/span&gt;by Eoin Colfer&lt;br /&gt;       current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep All Day &lt;/span&gt;by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;       what the heck i'm up to right now: techie-ness. convert to MAC!!! --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/getamac"&gt;get a Mac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Just a spot of techie-ness after a quick check with the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; website. The new MacBook is out *drool*...And here it is, in a photo that was shamelessyly copied off the Apple page XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/indextop20060516.gif.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/indextop20060516.gif.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The words are appropriate, no? --Well, they should be, considering Apple's using this one on the&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/macbook.html"&gt; MacBook homepage&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, just so I don't start rambling, check out the specs there too.&lt;br /&gt;--Fine, let me just rave a bit, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Apple's replacement for the aging iBook line, and -wow- it beats the Pro version XD Well, yeah, so it's white, but the black one is more expensive because--well, because it's black.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/designglossydisplay20060516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/designglossydisplay20060516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Cars in black. Or something like that. $150 more for something darker.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yeah, you shell out an extra $150 just to get it in black; it sounds so dumb, don't you think? Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's got either a 1.83 GHz or 2.0 GHz Intel CoreDuo processor,depending on which MacBook you've got, some 80GB of hard drive, an optical drive, built-in Bluetooth, wireless-ready AirPort 802.11g, and some 2GB of RAM. Oh, yeah, and Apple's emphasizing the whole "white-or-black" thing.&lt;br /&gt;THE SCREEN IS GLOSSY, zomg. It's got the MacBook standard iSight, iLife ('06), Front Row, and Mac OS X v10.4 Tiger, of course. Tech specs &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/specs.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's been some news of overheating problems, and "the whine" as some people call it, but so far I think they're only isolated cases...&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, more MacPics just to fill up this post XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/DSC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/DSC00033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Powerbook vs MacBook. Once's smaller, the other's thinner. Guess which is which.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/DSC00025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--What you get once you rip off the box--&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/designtop20060516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/designtop20060516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--You got that right, Steve Jobs!...er, I mean, Apple.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;And as a parting gift to all the royal stalkers out there, instead of the usual quote, I give you... *drum roll* PRINCE WILLIAM! *drool* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/Prince_William_of_Wales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/Prince_William_of_Wales.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep. G'night, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115064500467512352?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115064500467512352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115064500467512352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115064500467512352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115064500467512352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/macbook-non-pro-style-oh-and-william.html' title='MacBook, non-pro style. Oh, and William.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-115051844815926694</id><published>2006-06-17T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:27:28.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link-y and Ditzy &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: *zombie voice* worship-Google-worship-Google&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye &lt;/span&gt;by J.D. Salinger. Oh, fine, and throw in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird &lt;/span&gt;by Harper Lee. English requirements, tsk,tsk.&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep All Day &lt;/span&gt;by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:Google-ing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First weekend of the summer and I'm doing research. Somebody shoot me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, last night I encountered a very interesting--er...thing. Fine, so I've seen it countless times before, but last night it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;intriguing. Like, I couldn't stop staring at it. Yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I. Couldn't. Stop. Staring. At. Tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Very interesting, intriguing tea. Blast it, I had a dream about it too XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fine, I know it's weird, but yeah. I had this really weird dream about the different varieties of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Complete with some weird fat person singing about whatever kind of tea was floating around at that time. Bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I Googled tea. Better yet, I Googled for the different kinds of tea. --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.teasource.com/merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&amp;Store_Code=TeaSource&amp;amp;Category_Code=Kinds"&gt;TeaSource.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;-- Then again, it only deals with the main kinds of tea, but yeah, I think that's enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a different note, I Googled another thing today: the FIFA World Cup. Soccer, football, whatever--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;basta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; it has a World Cup XD --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com"&gt;Official FIFA World Cup site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;-- I am such a soccer drone &gt;_&gt; Oh well. I still don't get why Filipinos can't get into soccer, though. I mean, it's one sport that doesn't need height...I guess everyone's too hooked on basketball and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manny_Pacquiao"&gt;Manny Pacquiao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://news.inq7.net/sports/index.php?index=2&amp;story_id=78558&amp;amp;col=42"&gt;Article on the whole Filipinos-and-soccer-not-basketball thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;_*_* By the way, is it just me or does this post sound really ditzy?*_*_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last thing Googled for today: Ma'am Alcaraz. You know, 2-Camia's English teacher. *sigh* New teachers are always nice Google subjects XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.google.com.ph/search?hl=tl&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial_s&amp;q=Filonila+Alcaraz&amp;amp;btnG=Hanapin&amp;meta="&gt;Google results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that's it for now, I guess. I'm poem-hunting (anyone know any good sites for Richard Siken poems?) and problem-solving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fine, one last thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday it was raining during algebra class. Just some more proof that x, y, and highschoolers do not mix--even the sky was crying &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"They were kids. Just kids. Not even college students yet...And how odd that they had been adults for so long already." --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;got this from one of my sister's MS Word files o__O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-115051844815926694?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/115051844815926694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=115051844815926694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115051844815926694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/115051844815926694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/link-y-and-ditzy.html' title='Link-y and Ditzy &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114998264002145425</id><published>2006-06-11T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:37:20.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: erm...a mix of emotions right now XD you know, when they all seem to blend together and you can't really tell them apart? XDDD&lt;br /&gt;current read: my old notebooks. Just to see what crazy ideas I had then.&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lie to Me &lt;/span&gt;by Daniel Powter. Again. But at least it's a different song.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: nothing. no,wait, breakfast in a few minutes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, then. Well...I've already posted a poem. And song lyrics. And stuff like that. So to celebrate this post, which is the sixtieth ever (not counting the deleted or accidentally-double-posted ones), I'm going to post this survey something (it's not exactly a survey...) that I was tagged with on LJ. So yeah. Tagging everyone else who reads this. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;--I know some people won't like some songs I picked out and all. Don't bother flaming me or something, you already have an answer anyway: So deal with it. Ha.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS: Create your life's soundtrack! Pick the songs that would fit the scenes listed below, and underneath the title and artist list the parts/lines that make it the perfect song for that situation. Afterwards, tag five people to fill this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening credits:&lt;br /&gt;Just the Way I Am||Skye Sweetnam&lt;br /&gt;[lol, I start things out with a Disney song XDDD I share an opening song with a housefly…XD;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm strange&lt;br /&gt;And I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;I can't change&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;Might as well get over it&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm strange&lt;br /&gt;And I like it&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up:&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Day|| Hoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sun's up&lt;br /&gt;A little after twelve&lt;br /&gt;Make breakfast for myself&lt;br /&gt;Leave the work for someone else&lt;br /&gt;People say&lt;br /&gt;They say that it's just a phase&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to act my age,&lt;br /&gt;Well I am&lt;br /&gt;On this perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's standing in my way&lt;br /&gt;On this perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;When nothing can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect day,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon&lt;br /&gt;I could stay, forever as I am&lt;br /&gt;On this perfect day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school:&lt;br /&gt;Another Perfect Day||um…I dunno &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;[If I remember correctly, this is from Disney’s Even Stevens XDDD ANOTHER DISNEY SONG, LOL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to sleep instead of dealing with school&lt;br /&gt;Hit the snooze button twice (It’s way too early)&lt;br /&gt;Shower’s cold as ice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sounds so much like the dorm…;p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing crush:&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary Day||Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a boy,&lt;br /&gt;Just an ordinary boy.&lt;br /&gt;But he was looking to the sky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love:&lt;br /&gt;1000 Things||Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I've, well I've seen a thousand things in one place&lt;br /&gt;But I stopped my counting when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;Erasing memory, well I feel as though I've never seen a face before&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And they're smiling back at me through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I've been counting all these years, oh&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the thousand things I've seen were nothing more than dreams of&lt;br /&gt;Of you and me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First kiss:&lt;br /&gt;You Found Me|| Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You found me when no one else was looking,&lt;br /&gt;how did you know, just where I would be?&lt;br /&gt;you broke through, all of the confusion,&lt;br /&gt;the ups and the downs and you still didn't leave,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that you saw what nobody could see,&lt;br /&gt;the good and the bad and the things in between,&lt;br /&gt;you found me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouting match with boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;[Although I can’t imagine even having a boyfriend anyway,but oh well XD]&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne||The Calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I need now is some sweet revenge,&lt;br /&gt;to get back all that I lost then,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all I had to give, but I could never reach you.&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne, I thought I knew you&lt;br /&gt;Once again, you used me,&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne, I should have left you,&lt;br /&gt;before you used me, used me up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up:&lt;br /&gt;He Wasn’t||Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;[Because I’m a “denial-and-blame-the-other-person” type of kid XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He wasn’t what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;What I thought, no&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t even open up the door&lt;br /&gt;He never made me feel like I was special&lt;br /&gt;He isn’t really what I’m looking for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing people:&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You||Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have only been gone ten days,&lt;br /&gt;but already I´m wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I´ll see you again&lt;br /&gt;whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know that I care.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family tragedy:&lt;br /&gt;Untitled||Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;[Erm…I dunno why. It’s the first song that popped into my head.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;Save Me||Remy Zero&lt;br /&gt;[You know…Smallville? XDDD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;And two warm hands break right through&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care how you do&lt;br /&gt;But just stay, stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad:&lt;br /&gt;Clocks||Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;[I dunno. Sometimes it depresses the heck out of me; most of the time I listen to it when I’m depressed…]&lt;br /&gt;-whole song *wink*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy:&lt;br /&gt;The Remedy (I Won’t Worry)||Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison&lt;br /&gt;I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words&lt;br /&gt;I say the tragedy is how youre gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on&lt;br /&gt;So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away.&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;California||Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;[Basically the whole song, but the first parts most…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’ve been on the run&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for #1&lt;br /&gt;California here we come&lt;br /&gt;Right back where we started from&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework late into the night:&lt;br /&gt;I Need Some Sleep||Eels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need some sleep, it can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;I tried counting sheep, but there's one I always miss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party:&lt;br /&gt;Come On Come On||Smash Mouth&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance||Fall Out Boy [er…I think. I’ll edit later if it’s wrong &gt;__&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;[erm…lol XD The whole songs…;P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Time After Time||Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Secrets are stolen from deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The drum beats out of time—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;[I dunno, I like these lines XD]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Regret:&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist||Coldplay&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take it back to the start&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Disappointment:&lt;br /&gt;Bad Day||Daniel Powter&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you need a blue sky holiday? The point is they laugh at what you say,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't need no care at all...&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;you're taking one down,&lt;br /&gt;you sing a sad song just to turn it around,&lt;br /&gt;you say you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;you tell me don't lie,&lt;br /&gt;you work up a smile and you go for a ride,&lt;br /&gt;you had a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;you see what you like,&lt;br /&gt;so how does it feel, one more time?&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;you had a bad day... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Getting back together:&lt;br /&gt;[no idea.]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Slow dance:&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for You||Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;[Erm…wala lang ;) I like it XD The whole song, then :D]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Touching family moment:&lt;br /&gt;Do I Make You Proud||Taylor Hicks&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what we dream about,&lt;br /&gt;but the only question with me now,&lt;br /&gt;is do I make you, do I make you proud?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Graduation:&lt;br /&gt;Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)||Green Day&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Closing credits:&lt;br /&gt;Bigger Than My Body||John Mayer&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;[Because I’d like to think that after everything’s over I’d have done something worth remembering XD ]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someday I'll fly&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll soar&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll be so damn much more&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm bigger than my body now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll tangle in the power lines&lt;br /&gt;And it might be over in a second's time&lt;br /&gt;But I'll gladly go down in a flame&lt;br /&gt;If the flame's what it takes to remember my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. By the way, I've got "Bad Day" playing over and over in my head. Yet I don't really think it's LSS...Hmmm...LOL XD, it's just that I'm not getting any luckier XD&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;i&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114998264002145425?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114998264002145425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114998264002145425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114998264002145425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114998264002145425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/living-ost.html' title='Living the OST'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114992924912609522</id><published>2006-06-10T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:47:29.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loooooooooooooong post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: ...awed.&lt;br /&gt;current read: still &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye &lt;/em&gt;by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Bad Day &lt;/em&gt;by Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: welllll...I found this poem something [actually just a line] on someone's journal, Googled it, and here it is.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;[loooong post. Sorry. Had to prove I wasn't dead *wink*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How To Watch Your Brother Die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Michael Lassell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the call comes, be calm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say to your wife, "My brother is dying. I have to fly to California."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try not to be shocked that he already looks like a cadaver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say to the young man sitting by your brother's side, "I'm his brother."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try not to be shocked when the young man says,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm his lover. Thanks for coming."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listen to the doctor with a steel face on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sign the necessary forms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell the doctor you will take care of everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder why doctors are so remote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch the lover's eyes as they stare into your brother's eyes as they stare into space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder what they see there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the time he was jealous and opened your eyebrow with a sharp stick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive him out loud even if he can't understand you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Realize the scar will be all that's left of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over coffee in the hospital cafeteria say to the lover, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're an extremely good-looking young man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hear him say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I never thought I was good looking enough to deserve your brother."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch the tears well up in his eyes. Say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm sorry. I don't know what it means to be the lover of another man."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hear him say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's just like a wife, only the commitment is deeper because the odds against you are so much greater."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say nothing, but take his hand like a brother's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drive to Mexico for unproven drugs that might help him live longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Explain what they are to the border guard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fill with rage when he informs you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You can't bring those across."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Begin to grow loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel the lover's hand on your arm, restraining you. See in the guard's eye how much a man can hate another man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say to the lover, "How can you stand it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hear him say, "You get used to it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think of one of your children getting used to another man's hatred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call your wife on the telephone. Tell her,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"He hasn't much time.I'll be home soon." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before you hang up say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How could anyone's commitment be deeper than a husband and wife?" hear her say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Please, I don't want to know all the details."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he slips into an irrevocable coma, hold his lover in your arms while he sobs, no longer strong. Wonder how much longer you will be able to be strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel how it feels to hold a man in your arms whose arms are used to holding men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Offer God anything to bring your brother back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know you have nothing God could possibly want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curse God, but do not abandon Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stare at the face of the funeral director when he tells you he will not embalm the body for fear of contamination. Let him see in your eyes how much a man can hate another man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stand beside a casket covered in flowers, white flowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say, "Thank you for coming" to each of several hundred men who file past in tears, some of them holding hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know that your brother's life was not what you imagined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overhear two mourners say, "I wonder who'll be next."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrange to take an early flight home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His lover will drive you to the airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When your flight is announced say, awkwardly, "If I can do anything, please let me know."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do not flinch when he says,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Forgive yourself for not wanting to know him after he told you. He did."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop and let it soak in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say,"He forgave me, or he knew himself?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Both", the lover will say, not knowing what else to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Hold him like a brother while he kisses you on the cheek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Think that you haven't been kissed by a man since your father died. Think,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This is no moment not to be strong." Fly first class and drink scotch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stroke your split eyebrow with a finger and think of your brother alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smile at the memory and think how your children will feel in your arms, warm and friendly and without challenge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_* And there you have it. Any reactions? Please post on the tagboard, if you like.*_&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for a parting line, instead of the usual quote, we bring you...&lt;em&gt;Bad Day &lt;/em&gt;lyrics from Daniel Powter...[I'm sorry, I'm kinda liking this song a lot nowadays *wink*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the moment when we need it the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue sky's faded to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carrying on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces every time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carrying on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carrying on&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink and the whole thing it turns out&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know that you could be well oh that&lt;br /&gt;Strong&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You see what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel, one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114992924912609522?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114992924912609522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114992924912609522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114992924912609522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114992924912609522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/loooooooooooooong-post.html' title='loooooooooooooong post.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114992199056175293</id><published>2006-06-10T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:46:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus, people, NOT DEATH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;current mood: erm...amused?&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye &lt;/em&gt;by J.D. Salinger *goes hunting for phonies*&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing. I've been low on the audio lately...&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: raiding the refrigerator.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right. Let me get this straight. I haven't been posting lately, that I know. Just because my blog's been lacking in posts, though, doesn't mean I've turned into a ghostwriter (in the literal sense)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I AM NOT DEAD, alright????...although my sister would like to stick me in a coffin and bury me, I am &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;yet ready to comply with her requests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consider me on hiatus. Indefinitely. Because I have to pull my grades up, and I have to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Oh, wait, if that's the case, consider me dead. *wink* :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, does anyone know Camia's sched/adviser and all that? Drop a line, thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You no own, me no sue."&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114992199056175293?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114992199056175293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114992199056175293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114992199056175293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114992199056175293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/hiatus-people-not-death.html' title='Hiatus, people, &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; DEATH!'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114931767970779042</id><published>2006-06-03T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:11:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: quite...emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;current read: some &lt;em&gt;X-Men Evolution &lt;/em&gt;comics I found lying around. I think they're my cousin's... And some stuff on the &lt;em&gt;Dark Phoenix &lt;/em&gt;saga ["lecture" typed by aforementioned cousin.]&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing. No, wait, the &lt;em&gt;tick-tock &lt;/em&gt;sound from my wristwatch. Yeah,that counts as music.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: reading. and typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing much happening. Well...yeah, nothing much. Some stuff here, some stuff there...My violin lessons were reset to 6.3o am...Yep, pretty much normal on all fronts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...I don't know. Reading up on stuff as usual. I obviously have no idea what to type. I mean, come on, would a boring discussion on comics history and all that be fit for a blog that's kept stupid on purpose? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any suggestions for topics? XD I can't think of anything; all the stuff I've been doing's either boring or geeky. I could type some stuff about graphic novels [Sandman, anyone?] but it seems kinda off. I could heap notes and notes on violins and Google onto this blog, but it seems...weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No topic for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And something tells me there won't be anything worth reading for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi,I have to know, are you insane?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"It's like wearing a big sign saying 'Please try and kill me, I like it.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114931767970779042?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114931767970779042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114931767970779042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114931767970779042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114931767970779042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/06/current-mood-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114905357045805259</id><published>2006-05-31T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T13:32:50.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: curious...about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;current read: Googled information&lt;br /&gt;current music: the tiny little hum of the computer. oh,yeah, and the &lt;em&gt;X3 &lt;/em&gt;trailer playing somewhere close by.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...Now this is a useless post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then again, this blog was designed to be useless--and stupid. Yes,  it's stupid on purpose and I'm keeping it that way.&lt;br /&gt;In any case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm spending the last few days of summer on research and practice. Violin. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said, this is a useless post. ...Is it just me or are all the anti-&lt;em&gt;Da Vinci Code &lt;/em&gt;discussions simply getting...well...annoying? I mean, there &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;a limit to how many times you can trash/defend something, no matter how "controversial" it is and all...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...not doing anything much, really. I'm on a ten-minute break in-between research blocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah,well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The truth does not need your belief. The truth is still the truth even if we do not perceive it&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114905357045805259?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114905357045805259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114905357045805259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114905357045805259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114905357045805259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/current-mood-curious.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114889508310121218</id><published>2006-05-29T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:31:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-Sapphire, 2-Camia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: tired. yet strangely...happy.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something's Rotten &lt;/span&gt;by Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Little Secret &lt;/span&gt;by The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: checking out the Post Secret &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm done with enrolment (finally), and since everyone's been asking everyone else, I'll tell you people what section I'm in (it's not like it's a secret, anyway XD)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CAMIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;. As far as I know, Inna, Anna, Belsha, and Ingrid are my classmates. By the way, I'm in the Science stream, so no techie things for me. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a much more interesting post? Um...check the latest post on the Hitch hikers' &lt;a href="http://pregi-roomhopping-hitch-hikers.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. It might interest you.&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, but yeah. An interesting Wikipedia article on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beret"&gt;beret&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The chains of habit are often too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114889508310121218?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114889508310121218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114889508310121218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114889508310121218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114889508310121218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/1-sapphire-2-camia.html' title='1-Sapphire, 2-Camia'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114855525815821006</id><published>2006-05-25T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:07:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: amused. I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Foucault's Pendulum &lt;/em&gt;by Umberto Eco&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Highway Blues &lt;/em&gt;by Marc Seales&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: hmm...watching the American Idol grand finale with my sister. *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm... I dunno. I'm trying to brush up on my foreign languages XD I'm failing really badly, though, which is a relief; it would have been weird if I got any sentence grammatically correct XD Hmmm...What am I supposed to do with this post? I have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been reading Neil Gaiman's &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/blog"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;...Don't blame the links on me, it's not my fault the letters are automatically capitalized whenever I turn 'em into links...I've been wasting my time reading some Stanford vs Harvard vs Yale stuff on the Internet. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang. &lt;/em&gt;I'm kinda...intrigued. Lol; &lt;em&gt;basta&lt;/em&gt;, some of the stuff is pure...nonsense.sales talk. Or, at least, utterly biased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, my eyes have been getting a lot of exercise lately [urgh.] I've finished a whole stack of encyclopedias [sheer torture, but better than boredom...], fiction novels, even a few biographies and such. I think my eyes are dying... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway...Pics, pics,pics XD Who is this person? See the larger-than-normal text in the preceding post... ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/enzo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enzo! My cousin's kid; so cute, don't you think? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bleh, just one pic. I'm off to dinner. Ah well. New blogskin soon. Weirdly enough, it's &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;. Hmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+"You humans think it's disgusting to talk about what you're made of. Imagine if a stone couldn't stand the thought of being a stone. It would be a very unhappy stone, for it would have to live with its own self-disgust for many thousands of years before it gradually dissolved into shingle and sand. But you don't last as long as that."--Through a Glass, Darkly by Jostein Gaarder+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114855525815821006?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114855525815821006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114855525815821006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114855525815821006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114855525815821006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114836770046444655</id><published>2006-05-23T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:11:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Doesn't Know XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: hungry&lt;br /&gt;current read: The fantastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/literaryquotes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;literaryquotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; group page on Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Think of Me &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;All I Ask of You &lt;/em&gt;from the Phantom of the Opera movie soundtrack, and &lt;em&gt;California &lt;/em&gt;by Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: feasting on literary quotes...oh,yeah, and choking on analytical geometry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Analytical geometry. Cranial torture--well, if you haven't got any number skills, anyway--in which case it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;cranial torture for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh. My mother (a math person--now why couldn't I have inherited those number genes?) is trying to teach me geometry and all, and I think she's getting a bit...annoyed. (There goes my allowance. Kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cwush cwush~ LOL XD Pics of him/more stuff about him (XD) once my Internet connection is fixed...Yes, I've actually got pics XD My only crush right now (and probably the only guy I'll like from now until the end of the world),lol XD Had a crush on him since...well,since before high school XD&lt;br /&gt;Fine, a...um..."trailer"? XD A teaser pic? Yeah, that. Whatever. More on him next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/enzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My cousin was watching movies on HBO yesterday (he was in front of the TV for one whole day. wow.), and since I had nothing better to do, I decided to join him. And thus I unwittingly--and accidentally (fate must have been mad at me then...)--ended up cringing (and jogging out of the room as fast as possible). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two reasons, actually. One, I was unbelievably hungry, since I woke up about 45 minutes after lunchtime and was then too lazy to get any proper food. I was running on (almost) empty, and so I went off for some oatmeal (yeah,I like it, so what? XD). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two, [start background story] the movie that was on TV at that time was actually somewhere along the second half already, and since I saw nothing wrong with a guy asking a truckdriver (in really bad German) how to get to Berlin, I decided to watch...Okay, so the main characters ended up in Bratislava (in Slovakia, apparently), and I still saw nothing wrong with condiments,food,and tables being used for food. [end background story] Gosh, how stupid can I get? Everyone knows maps made of condiments are sings that virtually scream "Get the heck out of here"!...or maybe "International Cooking Show", I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so it wasn't until the movie's main characters got (somewhat) rich because of an absurd exchange rate (wow, saved by finance. Who would have imagined?) that I thought to ask what the movie's title was. The answer sent me off on my postponed oatmeal...er...meal XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Want to know what the movie was? Two clues (I'm quite...er...infatuated? [is that possible?] with the number 2 right now. No,that does not signify anything--I just like the number):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, a song in the movie's soundtrack is called "Scotty Doesn't Know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two, the movie's tagline is "No actual Europeans were harmed in the making of this movie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still don't know? It's &lt;em&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/em&gt;, which is an R-rated movie, mind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good thing I only stuck around long enough to know that: 1)the movie's main character knows really really bad German; 2)they set a really WEIRD exchange rate in Bratislava; 3)I should really ask questions XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, had a somewhat interesting conversation with Belsha on YM this afternoon. Probably more on that later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;"All I want is freedom,a world with no more night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114836770046444655?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114836770046444655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114836770046444655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114836770046444655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114836770046444655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/katie-doesnt-know-xd.html' title='Katie Doesn&apos;t Know XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114767483488763480</id><published>2006-05-15T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:33:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems by Roald Dahl and ASJ Tessimond</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: not particularly moody at the moment//&lt;br /&gt;current read: Poems &lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invisible&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Survived You &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No More Sad Songs &lt;/span&gt;by Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: dowloading .pdf files of poems by Pablo Neruda, ASJ Tessimond, J.R.R. Tolkien,Roald Dahl and Robert Frost from &lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/eBooks/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WARNING: THIS IS BOUND TO BE A VERY LONG POST. Blame JRR Tolkien and Roald Dahl. And maybe the Middle-Earth fever I rediscovered ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. I'm just going to post a few poems here... [A break between poems from Richard Siken's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Angelo Suarez's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Else It Was Only Girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, yeah, I just read that Richard Siken was working on a new set of poems that were math-inspired (&gt;___&lt; )called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imaginary Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I don't know if he's done with it already or something; I'm not sure what date that post was made...Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's this funny poem by Roald Dahl entitled "Television"--amusing yet true (that's probably why it's so amusing in the first place...). But before I post that, I'd like to state my disbelief at how my view on poetry has changed XD&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I used to think of it the way I "thought of banana bread--fine, but nothing to make a fuss about." (Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events, Book the Third &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wide Window&lt;/span&gt;]) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not Love Perhaps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by ASJ Tessimond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                              &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;            This is not Love, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;Love that lays down its life,&lt;br /&gt;that many waters cannot quench,&lt;br /&gt;nor the floods drown,&lt;br /&gt;But something written in lighter ink,&lt;br /&gt;said in a lower tone, something, perhaps, especially our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A need, at times, to be together and talk,&lt;br /&gt;And then the finding we can walk&lt;br /&gt;More firmly through dark narrow places,&lt;br /&gt;And meet more easily nightmare faces;&lt;br /&gt;A need to reach out, sometimes, hand to hand,&lt;br /&gt;And then find Earth less like an alien land;&lt;br /&gt;A need for alliance to defeat&lt;br /&gt;The whisperers at the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A need for inns on roads, islands in seas,&lt;br /&gt;Halts for discoveries to be shared,&lt;br /&gt;Maps checked, notes compared;&lt;br /&gt;A need, at times, of each for each,&lt;br /&gt;Direct as the need of throat and tongue for speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Television&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                              &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;            The most important thing we've learned,&lt;br /&gt;So far as children are concerned,&lt;br /&gt;Is never, NEVER, NEVER let&lt;br /&gt;Them near your television set --&lt;br /&gt;Or better still, just don't install&lt;br /&gt;The idiotic thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;In almost every house we've been,&lt;br /&gt;We've watched them gaping at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;They loll and slop and lounge about,&lt;br /&gt;And stare until their eyes pop out.&lt;br /&gt;(Last week in someone's place we saw&lt;br /&gt;A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;They sit and stare and stare and sit&lt;br /&gt;Until they're hypnotised by it,&lt;br /&gt;Until they're absolutely drunk&lt;br /&gt;With all that shocking ghastly junk.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,&lt;br /&gt;They don't climb out the window sill,&lt;br /&gt;They never fight or kick or punch,&lt;br /&gt;They leave you free to cook the lunch&lt;br /&gt;And wash the dishes in the sink --&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever stop to think,&lt;br /&gt;To wonder just exactly what&lt;br /&gt;This does to your beloved tot?&lt;br /&gt;IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!&lt;br /&gt;IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND&lt;br /&gt;HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!&lt;br /&gt;HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!&lt;br /&gt;'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,&lt;br /&gt;'But if we take the set away,&lt;br /&gt;What shall we do to entertain&lt;br /&gt;Our darling children? Please explain!'&lt;br /&gt;We'll answer this by asking you,&lt;br /&gt;'What used the darling ones to do?&lt;br /&gt;'How used they keep themselves contented&lt;br /&gt;Before this monster was invented?'&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten? Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;We'll say it very loud and slow:&lt;br /&gt;THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,&lt;br /&gt;AND READ and READ, and then proceed&lt;br /&gt;To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!&lt;br /&gt;One half their lives was reading books!&lt;br /&gt;The nursery shelves held books galore!&lt;br /&gt;Books cluttered up the nursery floor!&lt;br /&gt;And in the bedroom, by the bed,&lt;br /&gt;More books were waiting to be read!&lt;br /&gt;Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales&lt;br /&gt;Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales&lt;br /&gt;And treasure isles, and distant shores&lt;br /&gt;Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,&lt;br /&gt;And pirates wearing purple pants,&lt;br /&gt;And sailing ships and elephants,&lt;br /&gt;And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,&lt;br /&gt;Stirring away at something hot.&lt;br /&gt;(It smells so good, what can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious, it's Penelope.)&lt;br /&gt;The younger ones had Beatrix Potter&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,&lt;br /&gt;And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-&lt;br /&gt;Just How The Camel Got His Hump,&lt;br /&gt;And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,&lt;br /&gt;There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, books, what books they used to know,&lt;br /&gt;Those children living long ago!&lt;br /&gt;So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,&lt;br /&gt;Go throw your TV set away,&lt;br /&gt;And in its place you can install&lt;br /&gt;A lovely bookshelf on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Then fill the shelves with lots of books,&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all the dirty looks,&lt;br /&gt;The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,&lt;br /&gt;And children hitting you with sticks-&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, because we promise you&lt;br /&gt;That, in about a week or two&lt;br /&gt;Of having nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;They'll now begin to feel the need&lt;br /&gt;Of having something to read.&lt;br /&gt;And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;You watch the slowly growing joy&lt;br /&gt;That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen&lt;br /&gt;They'll wonder what they'd ever seen&lt;br /&gt;In that ridiculous machine,&lt;br /&gt;That nauseating, foul, unclean,&lt;br /&gt;Repulsive television screen!&lt;br /&gt;And later, each and every kid&lt;br /&gt;Will love you more for what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On second thought, I'll just put the JRR Tolkien poems on another separate post... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;+"Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none."--Aragorn, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers movie+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114767483488763480?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114767483488763480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114767483488763480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114767483488763480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114767483488763480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/poems-by-roald-dahl-and-asj-tessimond.html' title='Poems by Roald Dahl and ASJ Tessimond'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114716398667241174</id><published>2006-05-09T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:39:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush? Not likely</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;current mood: contemplative.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Crush &lt;/em&gt;by Richard Siken&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Wordplay &lt;/em&gt;by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: wondering,wondering, and trying to avoid spontaneous combustion [I really hate this summer heat, don't you?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone in this/room got here somehow and everyone in/this room will have to leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm...Ever wondered...No,wait, let's rephrase that weird, complicated question into something simpler: Have you ever liked someone just because that person liked you? It might sound weird and all, but it happens, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know; I've just been wondering...How many people have done that? How many people didn't correct that mistake [I must admit, most of the time it seems like a mistake of sorts] and ended up with someone they didn't really like back? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno...I just got around to thinking about it...I know some people who..er...did that and stuff. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang&lt;/em&gt;, I was just thinking. I wonder why people sometimes like someone just because that someone likes them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any answers to this question?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, is anyone else here suddenly wishing that summer lasted longer? I don't know about you, but I do--things have gotten interesting sometime around the third week of April, and seeing as it's already May and I'm still busy, yeah, I kind of wish that summer lasts longer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+Always the same &lt;/em&gt;running from something larger than yourself &lt;em&gt;story--Richard Siken, Crush+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114716398667241174?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114716398667241174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114716398667241174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114716398667241174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114716398667241174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/crush-not-likely.html' title='Crush? Not likely'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114710425356589732</id><published>2006-05-08T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:04:13.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: contemplative.&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing. no,wait, jessica zafra's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twistedbyjessicazafra.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;current music:the TV&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;mellow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, that's it, I've &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;mellowed down&lt;/span&gt;--not a bit, I'd say a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At least...no more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;hyperactivity&lt;/span&gt;--not for a while, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. No more...impulsiveness and all that...yeah, mellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Mellowed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Contemplative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;hyperactive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;nor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;clingy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Or all that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weird stuff&lt;/span&gt; I used to do and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm going to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;thirteen&lt;/span&gt; soon...Well, not for a few &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but yeah. Wala lang, just got around to thinking about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;. It must be all these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bruises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [I don't know where they come from.ohwell.]I'm getting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Mellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;No more &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sarcasm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [gasp], I guess. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Probably.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt;...well...&lt;em&gt;basta. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know. I'm not making much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;, eh? Oh well. By the way, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lourdesteph&lt;/span&gt; [no,Pisay people, you probably do not know this person...]. For the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;poem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And sorry to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for not posting much and...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;not posting much&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. And not being online and all. [Hmmm...Should I be saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; for this? What do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;? Post any comments on the tagboard please.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hmmm...Yana is having a party on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;thirteenth&lt;/span&gt;. Dunno if I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; go. Dunno if I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; go. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Dunno.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So...yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Not making much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sense&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But definitely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thinking&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot more about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything else&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;understand&lt;/u&gt; it better now...and I've &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;mellowed&lt;/span&gt; because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;+"Life is a series of lessons you need, happening in perfect order."--The Technorati Project+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114710425356589732?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114710425356589732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114710425356589732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114710425356589732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114710425356589732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/current-mood-contemplative.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114656233621735975</id><published>2006-05-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:32:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pictures post</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: er...i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;current read: Apple iBook G4 specifications [wala lang XD]&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: nothing. which is weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A really nice capoeira video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/?action=view&amp;current=capoeiraclubdemo.flv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;. Annoying thing is, this computer [not mine] does not have the latest version of Macromedia Flash [I doubt if it's even got &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;version of Flash, actually] so I can't view it. Garr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway. Wala lang. Posting some pics because...well, I dunno. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/MewPKMN.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/MewPKMN.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I love you, Mew~ XDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Er,no, seriously, Mew is cute ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And I like Mew. A lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Therefore. *hugs Mew* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/Mewpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/Mewpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And another Mew pic. Don't you just love it? XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Er...yeah. Wala lang. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have just rediscovered the cuteness that is Mew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Mew=so CUTE! *swoon* XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;No,seriously. Don't you agree? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/group%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/group%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Obviously this is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; another Mew pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;First of the last pics about Tanghal-Tula, I swear. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Erm,yeah. Finale pic. During practice. Which was extended by an hour because of rhyme and meter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So...yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/floorpic%20XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/floorpic%20XD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last of the last pics about Tanghal-Tula, I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Taken during the morning of our program...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;All of the girls in the workshop minus Apo [who was taking the pic]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Erm,yeah,we were on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;SPOTTED:Anna's "I &lt;3&gt;___&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;t see it? Look for my bag strap. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So yeah. Random pictures post. Will post Subic pics here next week XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;+In the darkest hour the soul is replenished and given strength to continue and endure.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114656233621735975?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114656233621735975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114656233621735975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114656233621735975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114656233621735975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-pictures-post.html' title='random pictures post'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114639028063329351</id><published>2006-04-30T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:44:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye everyone XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: annoyed but you will never know why XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: packing stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm off to Subic, everyone, so I won't be online until Monday next week. Don't blame me; my grandparents somehow think Subic's better than Baguio. And I can agree, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm off to go parasailing [*gulp*],bungee jumping, and...er...deep-frying, probably, considering how hot it is outside *dies*. Yes, I shall probably return tired and burnt. Lucky me. [That was sarcasm, by the way &gt;___&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh well; it sounds fun. So yeah, bye everyone, I won't be online unless I somehow manage to get a hold of a computer and an Internet connection. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+It's okay to let yourself go as long as you can get yourself back.+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&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/20219238-114639028063329351?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114639028063329351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114639028063329351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114639028063329351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114639028063329351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye-everyone-xd.html' title='bye everyone XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114628874866254769</id><published>2006-04-29T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:32:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capoeira and Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: tired//&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing&lt;br /&gt;current music: uh...sound from the instant messaging window.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: facing the fact that I have very little (if any) upper-body strength. Therefore... *handstand* XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Garr. Do you know how weird/difficult it is to try to spin while doing a handstand? Especially when you've done nothing but read books and surf the Net hours before??? When you haven't even done any stretching????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Capoeira is worth it,though. Granted, I am quite clueless about it and all, but yeah, capoeira's...nice. *wince* It's not just flashy moves and *painful* acrobatic stuff, it's got music, history, and it's not a breakdancing rip-off XD [Quite the other way around, from what I've read...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;CAPOEIRA. It's nice. It's not really what you'd call martial arts...more of a game, actually. Which is nice, considering that it's more of art than breaking noses...Agh,enough of my babbling, &lt;em&gt;basta&lt;/em&gt;, I'm learning capoeira [bit by bit], and I am dying. Whoever invented routines for upper-body strength, please do not contect me unless you want a very violent death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Then again, it's okay. I can do handstands and cartwheels and all that stuff now. And...I dunno, it kinda helps. Kinda. I dunno. Okay, I'm babbling again. Which is bad. But still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hey, is anyone else here kinda interested in Tai Shing Pek Kwar? It's...uh...monkey kung fu. No, this is not a joke. It's an actual martial art thing. And it looks interesting. And I wanna learn! *evil laugh* Drunken Monkey style!!!! Bwahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But I want to master the capoeira basics first. Which is why I want to practice. Which is why I must kill myself over these darn exercises. Which is why I must increase what little upper body strength I have. Which is why I...er,okay,never mind. I can jump higher now! XDDD And I can do handstands and stuff [I already mentioned that, but what the heck.]...And I can move faster, and kick faster, and I can attack accurately! XDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think there's little cause for celebration, but then again I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;insane. So just let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;+"'A dream is a wish your heart makes'? Then my heart must have stopped wishing last April 6."+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114628874866254769?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114628874866254769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114628874866254769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114628874866254769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114628874866254769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/capoeira-and-monkeys.html' title='Capoeira and Monkeys'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114622669353438582</id><published>2006-04-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:18:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Effing What</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: indifferent&lt;br /&gt;current read: everyone else's finally-updated blogs.&lt;br /&gt;current music: the little humming noise from the a/c. yes, that's music too.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: erf...so effing what. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, I think I'm thinking too much. So much that I've gone back to indifference. Argh;right now everything's just So Effing What. Garr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway. Limited Internet time--this summer's really busy and I haven't got time to go online properly. Oh well. Posted some poems (ack. x__X) at my "other blog--blogspot" blog XD IM me if you want to know the address, I'll try to send it to you as soon as possible :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Er...*someone* went to the Asian Hospital today...*someone* got minor surgery for a cyst...*someone* will have to go back next Friday to get the stitches off and get the biopsy results too. Hopefully *someone* doesn't have cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway. Er...I don't know. I miss everyone~ which is probably why I'm doing so much stuff--it keeps my mind off missing people [now why the heck would I want to do that anyway??? &gt;__&lt;] Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Hmmm...Looks like almost everyone's updated their blogs. Which is nice. I've been checking every time I manage to be online. and almost every time I only see old posts. Oh well. At least they updated already. Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway. I think I am overusing that word. Oh well; can't hurt anyone. Anyway. :P Anywayanywayanyway. I've rediscovered my IS notebook o___O Turns out I used up more pages scribbling stuff than taking actual notes. Which is why I resolve to actually study--and study hard,at that--this coming school year. T~T Wow. It's still summer and I'm already thinking about school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;That does it, I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+Funny how stars only shine properly in the dark+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh,yeah, advanced happy birthday to Yana. XD &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/20219238-114622669353438582?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114622669353438582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114622669353438582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114622669353438582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114622669353438582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-effing-what.html' title='So Effing What'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114614063570730044</id><published>2006-04-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:27:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45th post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: serious. dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;The Hound of the Baskervilles &lt;/em&gt;by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle &gt;__&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what the heck I'm up to right now: writing poems. wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Got this from Jejo's blog. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;whats your name spelt backwards?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;aloyol neelhtak yram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What did you do last night?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;wrote poems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The last thing you downloaded onto your computer?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;a livejournal skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;no, and i don't think i ever will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last time you swam in a pool?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;last school year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What are you wearing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;pajamas and a very baggy t-shirt :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;How many cars have you owned?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;zero. zilch. nil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Type of music you dislike most?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;rap. or the really ear-splitting disasters that sometimes happen in every genre you can think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you registered to vote?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have cable?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What kind of computer do you use?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;a desktop and a notebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ever made a prank phone call?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You like anyone right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes. wait, you meant THAT like? no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes!both of them, if possible XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Furthest place you ever traveled?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;hmmm...what do you think? XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What's your favorite comic strip?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;calvin and hobbes. the quotes are nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do u know all the words to the national anthem?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shower, morning or night?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;morning. sometimes both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Favorite pizza toppings?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;cheese. i like cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Chips or popcorn?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What cell phone provider do you have?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Globe Telecom :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever smoked peanut shells?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Orange Juice or apple?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;orange juice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Who were the last people you sat at lunch with?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;my mom and dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;favorite chocolate bar?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;whatever as long as it has hazelnuts :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Who is your longest friend and how long?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;erm...me, twelve years. ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;never, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever won a trophy?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Favorite arcade game?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;i don't really play arcade games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ever ordered from an infomercial?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sprite or 7-UP?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;sprite. it's an addiction &gt;___&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last thing you bought at Walgreens?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ever thrown up in public?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;being a millionaire. i don't care about true love right now. but then if you ask me tomorrow you might get a different answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;SPONGEBOB OR JIMMY NEUTRON?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;JIMMY NEUTRON forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Did you have long hair as a young kid?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;somewhere in the gray area between long and short hair, come to think of it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What message is on your voicemail machine?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;nothing, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Where would you like to go right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Italy. or London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Whats the name of your pet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;as of now,i have no pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current one is a strap bag with my Lord of the Rings books, a notepad,and a ballpen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What do you think about most?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;existential anguish. no,really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someone" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S57039/45_of_the_most_random_things_you_probably_never_needed_to_know_about_someone.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You've been totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, yeah, Sir Joey, I'll post poems tomorrow :D ...except that I'll probably put them in my other blog. Either the "other blog-blogspot" one, or the "other blog-livejournal" one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+so,you're a cannibal?+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114614063570730044?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114614063570730044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114614063570730044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114614063570730044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114614063570730044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/45th-post.html' title='45th post.'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114597384878288424</id><published>2006-04-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:04:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanghal-Tula part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: gruilty sad and happy. [weird, i know. o__O]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;The Nymph of MTV &lt;/em&gt;by Angelo Suarez [again~]&lt;br /&gt;current music: the TV. yes, that counts as music.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Let's make the text part quick. I'm sad and guilty because I couldn't go to Conspiracy tonight. Granted, the circumstances were out of my control [unless I unknowingly have a driver's license and a car--which is unlikely], but I cannot help but feel sad [I was hoping to see the Tanghal-Tula people again :&lt;] and guilty [after all, I did almost-promise that I would attend...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Then again, I'm happy because: (1)Our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetangibles.tk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt; [er...the name is kinda like an inside joke]is almost done~although I still have to move it to a different server [I might keep it where it is if the Flash elements work...click the link and tell me if it works...please :D]; (2) Steph finally posted pics on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tanghal-tulafellows06"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yahoo group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;; (3)I just realized that they are all older than me, and now I can call all of them &lt;em&gt;ate &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;kuya&lt;/em&gt; :D; (4) I'm posting 4 pics here~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/tanghal-tula4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Our "grad pic"![standing,L-R] er...The head of the CCP Literary Arts division,i think;Sir Vim Nadera;Steph *evil grin* XD from the Philippine High School for the Arts;Apo;Gianina;Queenie--all three from St. Scholastica's College; me; Patty--another Kulasa [XD];Sir Mike Coroza;and...er...i think that's the CCP vice-president [tama ba??? XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;[sitting,L-R]&lt;em&gt;Kuya &lt;/em&gt;Arnel from the University of Makati [tama ba???];Roylan from...I don't know what school &gt;___&lt;;&lt;em&gt;Kuya &lt;/em&gt;Jasper from Cavite Institute;tapos dapat may isa pang kasama,but he was absent when the pic was taken--&lt;em&gt;Kuya &lt;/em&gt;Aidel from UP-Los Banos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/tanghal-tula.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Same people...The guy in the middle of the second row[standing] is the really really great poet Angelo Suarez *swoon* [j/k lang, but he writes really good XD AND he read a poem during our program! :DDDD].The guy beside Sir Vim [sitting] is Mr. Manolito Sulit, another one of our teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/tanghal-tula3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Same people XD All pictures taken at the Tanghalang Nicanor Abelardo lobby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/tanghal-tula2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our tableau, the last part of our finale. It's kinda blurry [who am I kidding?It's really blurry] but that's okay. Front row--Roylan and &lt;em&gt;Kuya &lt;/em&gt;Arnel [don't mind the person wearing purple who's taking a pic XD]; second row--me, Gianina, Apo, Patty, Steph; third row--Queenie, Jasper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Woot! Go Tanghal-Tula 06 XDDDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;+so,you're a cannibal?+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114597384878288424?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114597384878288424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114597384878288424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114597384878288424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114597384878288424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/tanghal-tula-part-2.html' title='Tanghal-Tula part 2'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114578758651205574</id><published>2006-04-23T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:19:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes and Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: hmmm...contemplative.&lt;br /&gt;current read: some people's blogs I found on Livejournal [no,they're not Pisay people; don't mind this]&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch Your Wave &lt;/span&gt;by The Click Five and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool Off &lt;/span&gt;by Session Road&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: thinking. a lot. which is unnatural considering that it's summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey girl I want to catch your wave/Hey girl I want to drift away with you/Hey girl you've got an undertow/ Hey girl don't want to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, sorry, I got LSS-ed. No, it's not for anyone. [Why the heck would I want that to be for anyone??? It's for a GIRL, for crying out loud, and I am not romantically interested in people who are the same gender as I am.]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm posting for. Which is weird. My grandmother's going back to the States on Tuesday T~T ...But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;Er...I've been reading quite a lot about psychopaths, doormats, and signs that people don't like you, and all the psychology stuff's making me paranoid. Right; tell you something you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I think I've changed quite a lot over the summer--everyone has, I think. I mean, I've discovered new stuff about me and my personality--I think some people have, too. I've managed to figure some things out, and I've gotten myself some new questions to answer. I've smoothed out a few things, and then again there are some problems that I've still got to solve.&lt;br /&gt;Personality-wise, I've changed a bit too. Now I've managed to land myself in the gray area between extrovert and introvert...Then...Well, I've changed a lot, now that I've gotten around to thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's just about halfway through summer and I've already changed this much. It doesn't scare me as much, now that I've actually seen what the changes are--a few months before, I used to be terrified at the mere thought of changing. Now...well, now I don't see anything wrong with how I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno. I like how I've changed. I don't think some people will like it, though, but then right now I don't really care so much--I mean, it's me, and as long as I'm okay with it, I don't really care what other people might say.&lt;br /&gt;...Oh,yeah,and I've gotten around to writing poetry. After the CCP thing, it just kind of...well, I thought it interesting and now words are just flying out of my mind. Right now, most of my poems need some work [They're awful x__X], and most of them are in free verse because I'm still getting the hang of rhyme and meter...&lt;br /&gt;[Did you know that the Filipino language has really DIFFERENT rules of rhyme and meter as compared to English? It's actually fascinating, and after the CCP thing I've noticed that a lot of stuff in Filipino (songs, mostly) apply English rules...which is absurd and a bit unfair, seeing as we've got rules of our own...]&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I'm also going to put in a music player somewhere on this blog...Er...when I get the time for it...I'm really busy right now--lots of stuff to do, and for some reason I actually like it! :D ...Except that I've seen some really irritating people who think they're so clever and such [er...they've been around for a while,actually,I just got a bit more annoyed with them this summer...] and I just want to quote Apo's poem: "Rrrrip them all up!" [although I don't think she meant it to be used to refer to irritating humans...&gt;.&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;Nihihihihihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;KAPOW #5 is coming soon, I think...Sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey girl I want to catch your wave/Hey girl I want to drift away with you/Hey girl you've got an undertow/ Hey girl don't want to let you go/I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;+so,you're a cannibal?+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114578758651205574?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114578758651205574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114578758651205574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114578758651205574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114578758651205574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/changes-and-random-thoughts.html' title='Changes and Random Thoughts'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114568169006387800</id><published>2006-04-22T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:54:50.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TanghalTula!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: hyper, exhilarated, euphorica&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nymph of MTV &lt;/span&gt;by Angelo Suarez [woot!...er,too bad i didn't bring it with me...wala tuloy autograph :&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;current music: ...er...wala XD yung tinugtugtug ni Ate Steph kanina sa piano backstage XD&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: jumping in glee because we finally performed at the CCP [wow,it rhymes! XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Woot! After four days of workshopping [to quote Patty, "it's like crucifying your poem and poking it with a stick". Otherwise known as critiquing]and poetry-reading/writing, we finally did it. A program. A performance. At the CCP. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I might post the video here once I get it...And other pics [taken throughout the workshop's 5 days], too. For now, let me introduce you guys to my fellow TanghalTula graduates~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kuya Jasper [my cousin XD] from Cavite Institute; Kuya Aidel from UPLB; er..Kuya(?) Arnel from the University of...what was that?...Makati, I think; Roylan[er,I dunno what school he's from]; Steph from the Philippine High School for the Arts; Patty, Apo, Queenie and Gianina from St. Scholastica's College.&lt;br /&gt;_*_*_*&lt;br /&gt;We had a program this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say any more--just wait for the video. Latest I'll post it is on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say our program had a Padre Damaso-like character,a decapitated head,a farmer,an executive,a member of the janitorial staff,a photographer,a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taong-grasa,&lt;/span&gt;a gay Mother Nature, and a tree-lover clad in pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention guest poet [XD] Angelo Suarez.&lt;br /&gt;And Steph and I crawling through the second floor landing[but the audience didn't see that, thank God]. Oh, yeah, and we answered the BIG QUESTION too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Di ba mas cool kung may art sa buhay mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nyahahahahahaha. Wait for the video, I tell you--it's bound to be great. It's worth watching, anyway. I think. Basta, watch it once I post it XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yeah, and once I get hold of the pics I'll post 'em too. XD&lt;br /&gt;_*_*_*&lt;br /&gt;AD!!!&lt;br /&gt;We [the TanghalTula 06 people] are going to be the front act at the poetry performance on april 25, Tuesday, at the Conspiracy Garden Cafe [they say it's on Visayas Avenue], Q.C.,from 7-9pm. Whee~ and,er,yes, I think it's free. Please po, attend kayo :D&lt;br /&gt;_*_*_*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+so,you're a cannibal?+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114568169006387800?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114568169006387800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114568169006387800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114568169006387800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114568169006387800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/tanghaltula.html' title='TanghalTula!'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114544827937405996</id><published>2006-04-19T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:04:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuvaness</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: tired.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luna's Moustache &lt;/span&gt;by Ambeth Ocampo&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now:  copy-pasting quiz results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, since I took a ton of quizzes yesterday [I was bored XD], I'll keep th&lt;/span&gt;e text part short since this is bound to be a veeeeeery loooooooong post &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...It sounds wrong o__O&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(211, 205, 218);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e1e8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at high risk for having a social phobia. It is very likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&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/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow. Tell me something I don't know &gt;_&lt; &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;You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer&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/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/sci-fi.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...&lt;br /&gt;Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whee~ XD&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;You Were a Lizard&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/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/lizard.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to bounce back from adversity and regenerate what was lost.&lt;br /&gt;Facing your fears and controlling your dreams comes easily for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Funny, I seem to remember this tiny little detail about something...Oh,yeah, I hate lizards &gt;.&lt; &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;You Are 56% Evil&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.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&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/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Er...*evil laugh*? :D&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(182, 182, 194);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn Japanese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/japanese.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cutting edge, and you are ready to delve into wacky Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;From Engrish to eating contests, you're born to be a crazy gaijin. Saiko!&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/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dot dot dot...?&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 Quirk Factor: 58%&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/howquirkyareyouquiz/quirky-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them!&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/howquirkyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Quirky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay, I'm quirky XD&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;How You Live Your Life&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/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&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/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;another dot dot dot-able question.&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;Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher&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/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/mc-escher.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.&lt;br /&gt;And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.&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/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it a coincidence that I almost freaked out some people today when my poetry turned out a wee bit dark? [I joined a poetry workshop at the CCP...more on that on some other post.]&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 Theme Song is Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd&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/whatsyourthemesongquiz/comfortably-numb.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no pain, you are receding.&lt;br /&gt;A distant ship�s smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been feeling a lot lately, and you think that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;The comfortable part is nice... but you should really work on numb.&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/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm numb...? I'M NUMB??? O___O&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;You Are The Chariot&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.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/chariot.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent a difficult battle, and a well-deserved victory.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to struggle to get what you want, both internally and externally.&lt;br /&gt;You excel at controlling opposing forces, getting down the same path.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you bring glory and success  - using pure will to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is great conflict in your life right now, either with yourself or others.&lt;br /&gt;You must find a solution to this conflict, which is likely to be a "middle road" between the two forces.&lt;br /&gt;You posses the skills to triumph over these struggles, as long as your will is strong.&lt;br /&gt;You are transforming your inner self, building a better foundation for future successes.&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/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, right. *rolls eyes*&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;You Are Japanese Food&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/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/japanese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange yet delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.&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/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sorry, is it just me, or do the results really sound wrong? &gt;__&lt; &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 Luck Quotient: 49%&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/howluckyareyouquiz/luck-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an average luck quotient.&lt;br /&gt;There's been times when you've been extremely lucky... but also times when you've been very unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;You probably know that you can make your own luck in life, if you're open to it.&lt;br /&gt;So listen to your intuition as much as you can. It's right more often than you might expect.&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/howluckyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Lucky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This one's a bit right XD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancer     - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NEVER illustrating or drawing or anything. I suck at that ;p&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 Have a Phlegmatic Temperament&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/whattempermentareyouquiz/phlegmatic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;You are very consistent - both in emotions and actions.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to absorb set backs easily. You are cool and collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to offend you. You can remain composed and unemotional.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great friend and lover. You don't demand much of others.&lt;br /&gt;While you are quiet, you have a subtle wit that your friends know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work at anything.&lt;br /&gt;You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You can get too dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.&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/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperament Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHEE~ ...about 50% right or something, ewan XD&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 60% Open Minded&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/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to 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/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dot dot dot XD&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 Have Low Self Esteem 96% of the Time&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/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely in a low place right now, but you also know deep down that you can get out of your funk.&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance and make a new friend or try a new interest. Shaking things up will give you the self-esteem boost you need!&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/howisyourselfesteemquiz/"&gt;How is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Interesting. An improvement of 4% down from a hundred! *waves pompoms* XD&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 32% Happy&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/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.&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/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No comment.&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 49% Selfish&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/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it's in the best interests of those involved.&lt;br /&gt;But you're no pushover. If something is important to you, you'll get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wonder if there's a person who's entirely unselfish?&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, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&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.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&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/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who's Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul? o__O XDDDD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this for a person who's 56% evil XD&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 Belong in Paris&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/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.&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/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oui! XD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Likely A Fourth Born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/forth-born.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your darkest moments, you feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work and school, you do best when your analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  you love someone, you tend to be very giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/"&gt;The Birth Order Predictor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fourth born???/ Fourth born??? How can I be fourth born when there are only two of us???? XD&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, 243, 229);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're 75% Irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howirishareyouquiz/irish-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very Irish, and most likely from Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;(And if you're not, you should be!)&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/howirishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Irish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmmm...Only if I end up owning the fictional Fowl Manor XDDD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Agnostic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/agnostic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...I dunno. Somewhat true, somewhat off the mark.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Blind Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: North Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charming. I was buried alive. XD&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(233, 243, 250);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6e8f6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/a.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.&lt;br /&gt;People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: A and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter&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/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...I'm okay with the Hitler thing, but Britney Spears???? O__o&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, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you're a cannibal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;XDDDDD What's that, some invented scene from HoD? XD&lt;br /&gt;...Well, then,goodbye everyone XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yeah, a question from someone [who gave me this question today and promptly forgot to ask for an answer]:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine--for a moment--just for a moment, that there was a possibility that your whole life was nothing but a dream. Now, before I give you the question, choose: Are you one of those people concerned only about walking,talking,breathing...or are you one of those people who love their "reality" so much, that they actually care if they're in a dream or not? Now, the actual question: Do you think you'd do anything?&lt;br /&gt;...I dunno. I was thinking about it a few hours ago...and...um, I dunno. I forgot to ask for the right answer [if there was one], too, which is really irritating. So now I'm stuck with it. Garrr...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, goodbye guys...&lt;br /&gt;...Wait, anyone interested in poetry workshops at the CCP???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+so,you're a cannibal+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114544827937405996?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114544827937405996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114544827937405996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114544827937405996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114544827937405996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/chuvaness.html' title='Chuvaness'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114467094606526062</id><published>2006-04-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:09:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacBook Pro!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: *techie mode*&lt;br /&gt;current read: this site--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro"&gt;{link}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soaring op. 12/2 &lt;/span&gt;by R. Schumann&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: staring at Apple's MacBook Pro. wala lang XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/1600/MacBook%20Pro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1599/1291/320/MacBook%20Pro.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want one. I want one. I want one. IwantoneIwantoneIwantone.&lt;br /&gt;...Uh,wala lang. I think I may have an addiction to laptops. Oh well. I still want one XD&lt;br /&gt;It's an inch thin. It's 5.6 pounds. It's got iSight,a 67% brighter display, and Front Row. To quote something from the Designs page:&lt;br /&gt;"Battery: new lithium-polymer technology, stacked with the hard drive. Vents: gone from the sides, moved to the rear. Wireless antennas: gone from the display, moved to the hinge. One tenth of an inch in thickness: just plain gone."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm starting to rave here. I know, I sound like some weird person who just fell in love with a laptop. [It gets worse later on in this post &gt;.&lt;] Oh well. I'll continue now,okay? XD Intel Core Duo!  *evil laugh* Two processors in a single chip,uses fewer watts,blah blah blah...I think you'd be better off clicking the link--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;{link}&lt;/a&gt;. It's better than reading a whole wad of "I-love-laptops" stuff here.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;...Wait,wait,before I start on a new topic, let me link you to the specifications first. I'm sorry,I can't resist XD &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/whatsinside.html"&gt;MacBook Pro specifications&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;And now...Uh...I dunno. I refuse to comment on the way I spent my afternoon. &gt;:E &gt;.&lt; *takes random quizzes again*  o__O results. &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(166, 124, 81);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/milk-chocolate.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are Winter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/winter.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lol XD same as Yana's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/blue-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the personality of a blue eyed woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're intense and expressive - and always on the go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've also got a sweet, playful side - which draws men in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Eye Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...WTH. never mind.&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, 218, 185);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are a Good Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/good-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 70% Good and 30% Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, you're a very good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But you don't have us totally fooled!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Really? I never knew that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You've Got a Bit of a Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/bit-of-crush.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your guy friend is a crush of convenience - easy enough to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you just break up with someone? Or are you more lonely than usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no to both, then this small crush could be the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out if he feels the same - because he just might!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/"&gt;    Are You Crushing on Him (And Don't Even Know It)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uh...Wala lang. Took the quiz on a whim XD&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(218, 187, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are a Cappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/cappuccino.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this quiz!...Well,kinda XD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The PJ's You Are Most Like: Comfortable PJ's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofpjsareyouquiz/comfortable-pjs.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit conservative, traditional, and tend to follow conventions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People instantly find comfort in you, and you're a "best friend" to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofpjsareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of PJ's Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Edited the result a bit--I just erased one line.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what it is if you get the same result XD&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Winter Look Is Snowbunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourwinterlookquiz/snowbunny.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, snow is just another wonderful accessory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourwinterlookquiz/"&gt;What's Your Winter Look?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WTH @ the pic. Yay for snowbunny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114467094606526062?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114467094606526062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114467094606526062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114467094606526062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114467094606526062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/macbook-pro.html' title='MacBook Pro!!!'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114464342541325479</id><published>2006-04-10T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:30:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomization</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: ...o____O&lt;br /&gt;current read: ...this site--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nyklogistics.com"&gt;{link}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreaming &lt;/span&gt;by Robert Schumann [piano,as usual]&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: copy-pasting XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;from belsha’s blog, copy-pasted from ate truffles’ blog, originally from ate sei [wow,belsha’s infecting me. I don’t know her and I’m calling her ate sei &gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Name 20 people you know... (not-so-random people. but let’s pretend I picked them randomly anyway :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) belsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3) patticor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4) dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5) ingrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6) inna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7) ate paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8) ate honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9) kuya jowi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10) neon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11) mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;12) jut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;13) trish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14) vince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;15) marga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;16) sir joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;17) …ma’am Toledo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;18) …uh…wait, I ran out of random people. um…um…anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;19) gian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;20) zaldy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then fill this out according to the people you choose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Who is 8 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. no one, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. Is 9 a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;boy. I think. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. Would 11 and 2 make a cute couple?&lt;br /&gt;YM!!! [Note: these people were picked randomly. Yana, it must be fate. XD] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. How about 18 and 4?&lt;br /&gt;…they’re both gay. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5. What grade is 17 in?&lt;br /&gt;um…um….i don’t know…she could use some dart practice, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6. When was the last time you talked to 12?&lt;br /&gt;…wth.clearance week,I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. What is 6's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. she likes a lot of bands. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8. Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes. and she’s involved with her cousin quintin. ^^ *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;9. Would you ever date 3?&lt;br /&gt;in a friendly way, yeah. [wow.based on these lists patticor is getting a lot of dates…]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;10. Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;…wth. in a friendly way, yeah. although I think she’d rather date *****--er…someone XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11. Is 16 single?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. XD last theory I heard, he was going out with 12. *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;12. What is 15's last name?&lt;br /&gt;pineda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;13. What is 5's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;honestly? I have no idea. It starts with an “S”, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;14. What is 10's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;dot dot dot. something with bennetz in it. j/k lang XD *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;15. Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;um…maybe. I dunno. although I think 14 is much more interested in 2… *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;16. What school does 20 go to?&lt;br /&gt;pisay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;17. Tell me a random fact about 11:&lt;br /&gt;uh…he was once codenamed...something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;18. And 1:&lt;br /&gt;she’s two-timing quintin and number 10. :D *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;19. Have you ever had a crush on 16?&lt;br /&gt;WTH, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;20. Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt; um…um…I don’t know. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;21. What's 4's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I’d hazard a guess at red. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irigasyon&lt;/span&gt; shade of red. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;22. Would you makeout with 14?&lt;br /&gt;WTHHHHHHH. NO. kay 2 and 3 yan :D *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;23. Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;no. ex-roommates and friends,yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;24. Does 7 like 20?&lt;br /&gt;no. 7 likes…someone ^^ *hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;25. Does 8 like 19?&lt;br /&gt;in a friendly way, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;26. How did you meet 15?&lt;br /&gt;she walked into the ES classroom and I accidentally gave her one of my perky little weirdo greetings. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;27. Does 10 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;uh…if I remember correctly, s/he’s got a puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;28. Is 12 older than you?&lt;br /&gt;yes. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;29. Is 1 the sexiest person?&lt;br /&gt;ask neon that question and bennetz would kill you. but that’s only because neon will definitely answer yes. XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;30. Have you ever given 13 a hug?&lt;br /&gt;…once, I think. *hides from the Ro*** brothers*&lt;br /&gt;Uh...yeah. I still don't get why I'm almost always number 2 on these lists &gt;.&lt; *kills belsha's blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114464342541325479?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114464342541325479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114464342541325479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114464342541325479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114464342541325479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomization.html' title='Randomization'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114449409230173211</id><published>2006-04-08T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:01:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: paranoid ^^&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Brief History of Time &lt;/span&gt;by Stephen Hawking. Yes, I'm that bored.&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piano Concerto No. 21 In C major &lt;/span&gt;by Mozart&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: trying to charge up some traumatized neurons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Has anyone else seen the disturbing documentary that was aired on the National Geographic channel today?  I swear I am going to murder the person who left the TV on in my room. Who wouldn't??? Imagine waking up to see snowgeese raping their neighbors...footage of SHARKS, of all things, doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;[I never knew shark reproduction was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;violent]...crocodiles and--right,I'll spare you the gruesome details.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still murder the person who left the TV on,though. I think seeing sharks' reproductive organs right after you wake up is reason enough, don't you? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel of Judas???? O___o&lt;br /&gt;"The idea in this gospel is that Jesus, like all of us, is a trapped spirit, who is trapped in a material body.And salvation comes when we escape the materiality of our existence, and Judas is the one who makes it possible for him to escape by allowing for his body to be killed."&lt;br /&gt;-Bart Ehrman,religious professor at the University of North Carolina [I got the quote from the Inquirer--front page today ^^]&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you, but I think it's rather skewed logic.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I guess I should get more info before I start typing any more about this subject.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;Since it's almost Holy Week and my sister is in full torture-herself mode...I dunno. I've decided to help out my blood-and-injury-phobic sister (who'd rather work on geometric proofs than read anything) by coming up with this rough schedule:&lt;br /&gt;First off, she'll be spending most of her time watching movies. The Passion of the Christ (uncut :D) on Monday; The Passion of the Christ on Tuesday (take note that I am only doing this because the movie has lots of blood and my sister is...well,scared of blood and violent stuff.);The Passion of the Christ on Wednesday;The Passion of the Christ on Thursday; and guess what? The Passion of the Christ on Friday :D&lt;br /&gt;In-between fifteen-minute periods of either feeling guilty or squirming in horror, my sister will be required to read books. There will be only 5 books on her reading list: Silas Marner, Oliver Twist, Heart of Darkness, Finnegan's Wake, and -gasp- A Brief History of Time.&lt;br /&gt;Music will,of course, be played throughout the day. In keeping with the noooo-it's-torture mood, the playlist will consist of the ever-popular (and ever-horrible--well,at least for the people in our house) novelty songs that not-so-talented celebrities keep belting out every week or so.&lt;br /&gt;...Wow, I'm starting to feel sorry for my sister. Oh well ^^&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there will be snippets of dialogue (preferably the ones seething with drama) from *shudder* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teleseryes&lt;/span&gt; (or, zomg, *shudder* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantaseryes &lt;/span&gt;&gt;.&lt;) to be played between songs.&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw in some traffic jams and maniacal drivers to prevent escape, malfunctioning computers to rule out YM or the Internet, television that keeps churning out footage of "possessed" people,and -oh no- faulty air conditioners, and my sister's got one heck of a hellish week.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could always do away with this schedule and go the easy way by having her listen to bickering politicians the whole week instead.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my sister, she's going to be ranting,raving, and frothing at the mouth either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114449409230173211?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114449409230173211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114449409230173211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114449409230173211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114449409230173211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomness-xd.html' title='Randomness XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114431535893804950</id><published>2006-04-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:22:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: ...o__O&lt;br /&gt;current read: Neil Gaiman's blog&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing. as usual XD&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: posting stuff XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this from Neil Gaiman's blog XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book or surfing the Internet in some place with just the right amount of sunlight and fresh air XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your greatest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Failure. XD&lt;br /&gt;3. Which living person do you most admire and why?&lt;br /&gt;Right now?I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;My tendency to procrastinate XD&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the trait you most deplore in others?&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;6. What has been your most embarrassing moment?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;7. What vehicles do you own?&lt;br /&gt;I don't own any XD You could ask my parents, but those are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;vehicles. XD Unless you count my unused bike?&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your greatest extravagance?&lt;br /&gt;Internet time XD&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your most treasured possession?&lt;br /&gt;Material stuff? Laptop! Not-so-material stuff? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I dunno XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Family and friends. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;Italy! ...er,I dunno,actually. Anywhere that's got Wi-Fi,computers,and Sapphire people [yay GOTHS XD]&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Usual paranoia, usual reasons, and the usual stuff XD&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you most dislike about your appearance?&lt;br /&gt;My hair. Because there's never a day when my mom doesn't tell me that it's outrageously messy.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who would play you in a movie of your life?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I would prefer not having a movie of my life anyway XD&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your most unappealing habit?&lt;br /&gt;Ranting about stuff. I think. Staring into space for hours on end is a close second. XD&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite smell?&lt;br /&gt;Ink on paper. XD&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favourite word?&lt;br /&gt;Right now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accidenti&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno why. Just kidding. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favourite book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye &lt;/span&gt;by J.D. Salinger.&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your fancy dress costume of choice?&lt;br /&gt;...wth.&lt;br /&gt;19. Radiator or air conditioning?&lt;br /&gt;AIR CONDITIONING! *kills summer*&lt;br /&gt;20. Cat or dog?&lt;br /&gt;Cat, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;21. Is it better to give or to receive?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your guiltiest pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Slacking off XD The guilt usually comes with my report card XD&lt;br /&gt;24. To whom would you most like to say sorry and why?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I've ever met for being a really weird,sentimental, neurotic weirdo XD&lt;br /&gt;25. What or who is the greatest love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;writing! I love words XD&lt;br /&gt;26. Which living person do you most despise and why?&lt;br /&gt;...no one. There are only a few cases when I've gone past irritation, but...oh well. My emotions continue to hold me hostage.&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever said "I love you" without meaning it?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Well, without meaning it in the romantic sense--I mean, I tell most people that I love them, and it's in a purely platonic way (doi.)&lt;br /&gt;28. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;--There, that's one.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;--Is this a word? I don't know; I just overuse it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;--That's one,too. Sometimes it's phrased "I dunno", but they're the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;--That's another one [Oh my, I'm starting to sound like a completely clueless idiot XD]&lt;br /&gt;29. What has been your biggest disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;My 4th quarter report card. XD Just joking. Um...since I can't think of anything,let's just say my 4th quarter report card.&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your greatest regret?&lt;br /&gt;The "friendship problem" [let's just call it that] that happened sometime during Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;31. When and where were you happiest?&lt;br /&gt;So far? First year in Pisay XD&lt;br /&gt;32. When did you last cry, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Um...I forgot. This year, definitely. Paranoia, I think.&lt;br /&gt;33. How do you relax?&lt;br /&gt;I type some stuff in my journal, post some stuff in my blog, go bloghopping and Google-searching. Then I sleep,listen to music,or read a book. XD&lt;br /&gt;36. What single thing would improve the quality of your life?&lt;br /&gt;um...Happiness. I seem to have a lack of it XD&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make friends! Yay~ XD&lt;br /&gt;38. What keeps you awake at night?&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts. Whenever I'm almost asleep my brain starts ranting. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What song would you like played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Uh..I don't know; something perky [or at least cherry/happy] so that no one will be driven to tears or something.&lt;br /&gt;40. How would you like to be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cheered up people who were important to her?....Maybe. I dunno. Someone who eventually stopped procrastinating and ended up controlling the world XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;41. What is the most important lesson life has taught you?&lt;br /&gt;Um...Hugs are nice XD No,just kidding...uh...Sometimes you have to stop ranting [or doing stuff,even if you think it might help] and just listen to people XD And the best way to avoid a problem is to run away--but you shouldn't XD...Oh,yeah, that, and I'm a coward. XD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AND I love my friends! Whee~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114431535893804950?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114431535893804950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114431535893804950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114431535893804950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114431535893804950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-xd.html' title='Something XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114431218250045628</id><published>2006-04-06T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:29:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quizzes from Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;current mood: slacker-ish. Then again, I am doing more stuff this summer compared to last year//&lt;br /&gt;current read: my journal. again.&lt;br /&gt;current music: ...nothing. again. XD&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: taking random quizzes.and getting sort of addicted to the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidenti&lt;/span&gt;,for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_stupid.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_stupid.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/stupid.php?val=3346" alt="The Stupid Quiz said I am &amp;quot;Totally Smart!&amp;quot; How stupid are you? Click here to find out!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some quiz on how stupid I am. You'd be surprised at how many "How Stupid Are You?" quizzes turn up when you do a Google search. Ah well. According to this one I'm 9% shtupid. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;...Oh,yeah, by the way I put up a link to a disclaimer something for bloggers... It's somewhere on this blog [NOT on the links page XD]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_cg.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_cg.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/cg.php?val=6808" alt="My computer geek score is greater than 90% of all people in the world! How do you compare? Click here to find out!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another quiz from the same site. Apparently the world is conspiring to turn me into a geek/nerd. Right. Ah,well. I don't care. XD&lt;br /&gt;Random something for today: I finally managed to figure out why I don't study XD It's a built-in reluctance to do anything more than necessary to get by. [Figure that out XDDD] ;p&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm wrong and Sir Santiago was right: I'm just scared of studying XD...Or, as he said, maybe I'm just too scared of Filipino XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Enough stuff for today, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;New post tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_cg.php?im"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_stupid.php?im"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114431218250045628?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114431218250045628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114431218250045628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114431218250045628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114431218250045628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-quizzes-from-google.html' title='Random Quizzes from Google'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114423744779773898</id><published>2006-04-05T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:44:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUNES!!...well,Wednesday, actually. XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: ...traumatized. [there's a lot of slash in sir joey's house &gt;.&lt;] that, and I just saw one whole page of Times New Roman *dies*&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code&lt;/span&gt; by Eoin Colfer [oi,Kevin Jer! Give me back my books on May 29! &gt;:E XDDDD]&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunes &lt;/span&gt;by Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: typing something for this blog and for my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Summer goes from bad to not-so-horrid.&lt;br /&gt;...And, in typical summer fashion, it went from not-so-horrid to sheer torture.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Funny how a lot of stuff can happen in one day. Weirdly enough, I heard Pearl Jam's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worldwide Suicide &lt;/span&gt;song on the radio thrice in one afternoon o__O&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm suicidal, but does the world really have to rub it in???&lt;br /&gt;...Right. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Sapph people went for a get-together at Sir Joey's house. There were....what, 10 of us? 11,if you include Sir Joey ^^ Ah well. It was...fun. Fun in the sense that you're bored--BUT you have friends to be bored with :D&lt;br /&gt;...So,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing Soul Calibur 3...Dianne gave several characers some really...uh...let's just say she gave them names. XD The nicest of which was "Girl Walis" for someone who had a weapon that looked like a broom ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then we had pizza for lunch...I ate one slice, went hungry an hour or two later, and ate three more XD Mike and Jut were slashing on the carpet while talking about Piolo Pascual's scandal video, Neon and Yana were slashing each other [zomg,straight slash--no,wait,Neon's a girl, right?] in Soul Calibur 3,and...everyone else was lounging around being bored XD&lt;br /&gt;So...I dunno XD&lt;br /&gt;Now do you get why my summer went off in completely weird directions?&lt;br /&gt;It went not-so-horrid because I got to see the GOTHS and some Sapph people again. And now  it's unbearable because I miss everyone even more.&lt;br /&gt;TT~TT&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Dern this.&lt;br /&gt;...On to the not-so-bright-but-at-least-slightly-lighter side of things! I'm NOT going to Baguio tomorrow! [Yes,pouting and pleading endlessly CAN get you somewhere--or,in my case, it can convince your parents to let you stay at home] Anna or the GOTHS, you can kidnap me anytime now XD...uh,no,that was not a serious statement. But...oh well. XD&lt;br /&gt;At least I can stay in my freezer--er, room--while my mom goes off for business meetings until Saturday!...uh,wait,for some odd reason that sounded weird.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;...I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;*ends post*&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114423744779773898?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114423744779773898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114423744779773898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114423744779773898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114423744779773898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/luneswellwednesday-actually-xd.html' title='LUNES!!...well,Wednesday, actually. XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114415203077061371</id><published>2006-04-04T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:19:06.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;current mood: lethargic XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: my journal&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Lagi Mo Na Lang Ako Dinededma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Rocksteddy&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: copy-pasting stuff from my journal. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, so I'm too lazy to make a proper post. Which is why I'm copy-pasting from my journal. You can't do anything about it. This is, after all, MY blog. *evil laugh* If you want to get out of here, I'm pretty sure I have a "Links" section somewhere on this blog... XD&lt;br /&gt;...Wow. [looks at the people I link to] You owe me, this is technically free advertising XD&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2006" day="28" month="3"&gt;28 March 2006&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                          &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Che&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt; Sono?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun shines down from its perch in the sky, scorching, scalding, burning; one of the reasons why I have opted to lock myself in my air-conditioned room, breathing in cold, stale air and waiting for someone—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyone—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to go online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s obviously summer. Why else would I be dying from boredom? Why else would I have Sugarfree’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kwarto &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;blaring in an endless loop from my iPod? Why else would I be missing my friends so badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a feeling I’m the only person who’s doing this—trapping myself in my own bubble, isolated from the world. No matter; however disconcerting, the thought of everyone else enjoying themselves doesn’t really do anything but, well, disconcert me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I scan my Messenger List-one of the few things that actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;change &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;during summer. Almost no one’s online, but the stats of the people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; online are quite reassuring. All grumbling about summer; even with paranoia building up in my head, I manage to churn out a smirk. At least I’m not the only one who’s suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quite a skewed view, don’t you think? Then again, knowing that you’re not the only one being swept away by the boredom plague can help ease the torment a bit. Just a bit, yes, but it’s better than nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people would think that I’d be okay, what with instant messaging and all. They’re obviously the people who believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;theoretical &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;friendship; excuse me, but I for one [and I think I’m the only one with this view—go figure XD] think that at least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;some &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;physical interaction [the innocent kind, mind you. &gt;:E] is needed to keep up friendship. Or maybe I’m just making something up to justify my emotions. I wouldn’t know; I never really got much chance to miss my friends this badly during the school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I should look at the bright side. This could be a learning experience for all of us! *puts on perky smile* We’ll still see each other next year! I can run away from home and raid their houses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;…No, wait, scratch that last sentence. Let me ask you something first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SEE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There. Now let me explain that utterly useless question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not the type of person who’s used to looking at the bright side. I’m the type of person who casts a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shadow &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the so-called “bright side”. I am not the kind of person who can cheer everyone up with a big, bright outlook in life and an even bigger, brighter grin. Try that and I’d end up scaring off everyone within a three-mile radius. Trust me, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I don’t know, but the heat is killing me. I can almost hear my sister shout, “OF COURSE IT'S KILLING YOU, IT’S SUMMER!” Luckily, she’s outside being killed by the heat, and she can’t see this-yet. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only things I hear right now are…well, I can’t hear anything. All that Sugarfree music must have numbed my ears. Oh well. *switches to 6cyclemind songs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There. Now I can pretend to be slightly cheery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, this isn’t working. 6cyclemind songs usually convince me that I’m happy, even when I know I’m not. Right now, they’re not working. …Oh,wait, I just realized. That’s because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;barkada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-themed songs are the last thing I should be listening to right now! How stupid of me. Oh well. There’s no use denying the fact that it’s summer and I haven’t seen the GOTHS for…let’s see…8 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. It’s just 8 days? Christmas break was longer than 8 days, and honestly I wasn’t this miserable (although I still missed my friends). Maybe it’s because we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it’s summer; maybe it’s because we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that we might not be classmates next year; maybe it’s because we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that…well, maybe it’s also because we know each other well enough to miss being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;…Okay, is it just me, or did that really sound wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bleh, whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My computer has 141 viruses so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*changes music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*puts certain virus-sending people on Ignore List*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*tracks down 61.153.15.163*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My afternoon turns interesting. Ooh. Now that’s something you don’t see everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But however interesting it may be, it’s not enough to get me out of this freezing box that was once my room. Do you want some proof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music is still pounding my eardrums; never mind that it’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spolarium &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now. My Messenger List remains unpopulated; never mind that I ran a scan and spotted several people on invisible mode. The air is still cold and stale; never mind that I managed to drag myself out of my room to breathe toxin-laced, un-air conditioned air for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun is still scorching, scalding, burning; never mind that I’ve locked myself in my room again. I still miss my friends; never mind the fact that April 5 is approaching. Summer is still boring; never mind that a lot of things have changed in my routine this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, come on. No matter how much things change, there’s still the fact that they go back to their normal, boring state seconds later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*looks at now-destroyed front door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister stomps in and casts one disdainful look at my word-filled computer screen. Apparently the sun burned her a little too much. Well, of that I’m not sure. I’m just judging from how she screeched at me-something about slipping in a few changes in my summer routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes? Ha. Whatever. Changes are not something that I encounter often-well, not during the summer at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;_* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. XD A copy-pasted something from my journal. XD And there's nothing you can do about it ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114415203077061371?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114415203077061371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114415203077061371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114415203077061371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114415203077061371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/current-mood-lethargic-xd-current-read.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114390336174616165</id><published>2006-04-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:56:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: despondent, dejected,and just plain depressed.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye &lt;/em&gt;by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing. which is weird. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This is pathetic, I swear. If you don't want to listen to any emotional gibberish, I suggest you get yourself another, possibly happier blog to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I turn emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I know, I know, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;,of all people, turn &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;??? ...It happens. Not that often,yes, but it happens. Depression doesn't make it any better, too. And I happen to be suffering [suffering??? suffering??? yeah,right] from a terrible case of depression. Gah. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm still emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What's this? you ask. What the heck is this neurotic schizo talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Consider this my not-so-formal resignation note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I quit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am tired of everything. I don't know; I am tired of feeling like I never do anything right. I am tired of being left behind[which doesn't happen often,but it still happens]. I am tired of...well,everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know. Most people would cry if they were in the same situation. I don't really cry that much; the most you'll get from me would be tears of anger--you know,the ones you get when you're extremely angry [duh]. I was not raised in an environment where it's okay to cry. I was raised in an environment where daily conversation topics include the stock market, real property tax [and taxes in general], and politics. Naturally, crying is anathema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know. I am just tired. Really tired. I know, I'm self-centered ;p Oh well. This IS my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I remain emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Please stop speculating about what reasons there may be. Fine, I'll give them to you, just so there won't be any risk of people formulating crazy ideas [it's what I'd do,anyway ;p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I am sick and tired of being "the wrong one". I am sick and tired of being blamed for everything. I am sick and tired of being constantly reminded of *bleep*'s superiority. I am sick and tired of hearing the not-so-good type of criticism every second. I am sick and tired of being the forever-cheerful show pony who has to excel at &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;so that certain people can have another thing to brag about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes,I am still emo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I am sick and tired of being the scapegoat. I am sick and tired of being blamed for &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;wrong that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;...Okay, I'll shut up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Normally this wouldn't affect me that much. The problem is, I'm not that normal ;p Oh,yes,the timing's bad. Just when I'm turning into a depressed insomniac, I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;. And what I think about isn't really THAT happy. Wow. The world [or time,at least] hates me &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;And so,being the ever-cowardly me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/20219238-114390336174616165?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114390336174616165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114390336174616165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114390336174616165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114390336174616165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/04/current-mood-despondent-dejectedand.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114370618748264111</id><published>2006-03-30T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:09:47.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAPOW v4.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: uh...bored.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Digital Fortress &lt;/em&gt;by Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Los Baños &lt;/em&gt;by Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: watching TV and blogging at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;KAPOW #4 is here, people, so let's not waste our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW ADDICTION&lt;/strong&gt;: Chocolate truffles, dumplings, and Ruffles. Oh, and this photo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/DSC02607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW PROBLEM: &lt;/strong&gt;My Messenger List is going insane. T~T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW CRAZY IDEA: &lt;/strong&gt;Kidnapping the GOTHS and hauling them off to Baguio with me on April 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW POSTS: &lt;/strong&gt;Patticor's &lt;a href="http://fruitchocolate09.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, Yana's &lt;a href="http://yan-pyon.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, Belsha's &lt;a href="http://dumplingbag.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, Ate Paula's &lt;a href="http://moronic-fables-of-a-philosopher.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, Anna's &lt;a href="http://lonelytearstreaks.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW PROMPTS: &lt;/strong&gt;No more password prompts on Yana's blog, my blog. New Javascript prompts on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW LINKS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sha-lyyense.blogspot.com"&gt;Kelsy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://paintdt0wngreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://feelings-unrequited.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Paula's other blog &lt;/a&gt;[warning:password prompts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW WHATEVER/S: &lt;/strong&gt;zomg, Calvin knows who Calvin is na. Oh well. Thanks,Ate Truffles :D That,and I shall remain a coward for the rest of my cowardly life :D Yay me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, so this version of KAPOW doesn't really contain much. Oh well. Will post something different later [or tomorrow]. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114370618748264111?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114370618748264111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114370618748264111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114370618748264111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114370618748264111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/kapow-v40.html' title='KAPOW v4.0'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114335427633370581</id><published>2006-03-26T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:24:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: ecstatic. euphoric. outrageously happy.&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing. Which is really unusual. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Trip &lt;/em&gt;by 6cyclemind&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: executing phase 7 *cue evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Bwahahahahaha. *evil laugh* And now, for the last stage/step of my not-so-diabolical-but-still-rather-important plan... [Yes,we're skipping the nonsensical paragraphs here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Phase 7 --begin--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;56 p1 113 168 225&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;272 p2 3 19 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;22 p4 20 158 211&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;119 p8 19 57 134&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt; Phase 7 is now complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114335427633370581?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114335427633370581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114335427633370581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114335427633370581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114335427633370581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/current-mood-ecstatic.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114328014551647347</id><published>2006-03-25T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:49:06.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisay o__O</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: kinda freaked out. kinda. XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Season of Mists &lt;/em&gt;from the Sandman series by Neil Gaiman XD&lt;br /&gt;current music: uh. nothing. unless you count the music from this site--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mousecircus.com"&gt;{link}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: uh...unpacking stuff XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow. I managed to save myself from sunburn. And a tan. My skin is left unchanged XDDD Thank you, non-burning moonlight! XD ...I still don't get how I got bruises, though. Is swimming really THAT dangerous now??? ...Or was it just overexposure to my sister?&lt;/SPANAGH, span &lt;&gt; Agh, never mind. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Today was weird. There was a lot of Pisay-related stuff going around, although I think it's just a string of coincidences that did nothing but make my summer worse. XD&lt;br /&gt;First off...Uh, I dunno, basta there was a lot of food: Ruffles [my grandmother got addicted], chocolate truffles, lamb, dumplings here and there...Spotted some stuff on the road;some really big sheets of paper with random names on them and stuff, and it didn't help that there were some that said "Luisa" &gt;.&lt; or "United Neon" ewan.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Twist [specifically, the line "Please,sir,can I have some more?"] was mentioned [in passing] in the Inquirer today, someone brought along a bottle of Eternity by Calvin Klein, there was talk about bisexuals and goths [dunno how that started], almost everyone was on YM [albeit on SMS]...&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yeah,I saw a bunch of cows, too, and they were followed by horses and goats. Then someone mentioned McDonald's, and for some odd reason it reminded me of a statement from Kat Guevara's blog which said that Wendy's was overtaking McDo or something.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was talk about soccer [which brought to mind the oh-so-glorious YM moment on the field], and some random stuff about random topics. Then someone thought it funny to rummage in the bags, and there that someone found my Zoobix and batch 09 shirts. Then another someone, having just seen the Sapphire class pics, decided to talk to me about Pisay [summer torture,I tell you, SUMMER TORTURE!].&lt;br /&gt;All of that stuff made me go to sleep early. Ah,but it was not over yet. &gt;.&lt; I had to sleep on a bunk bed. Which, of course, reminded me of the dorm. Ah,whatever. Basta I managed to fall asleep earlier than everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound so random. Oh well. XD&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;random. Well,just for today XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/20219238-114328014551647347?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114328014551647347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114328014551647347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114328014551647347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114328014551647347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/pisay-oo.html' title='Pisay o__O'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114311178022402829</id><published>2006-03-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:03:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despondent and Dejected. :&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: despondent. not for usual reasons. let's just say...USUAL PARANOIA.&lt;br /&gt;current read: uh. nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;current music: nothing. again.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: nothing. again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow. Three posts in a day. Now this really is one boring summer.And I have gone through 5 different moods in one afternoon o__O First there was delirious,then thoughtful,then perky, then deranged-because-my-plan-is-going-well, and now dejected. Wow. I'm an emotional miracle;that,or I am a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. Whichever one you'd like to believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Current YM stat: &lt;em&gt;"psychochatter.but maybe IMPORTANT psychochatter"&lt;/em&gt; with a link to the previous entry. Now it's changed to &lt;em&gt;"Hmmm...Oo nga no? Bakit nga ba lagi na lang ako naiiwan?" &lt;/em&gt;with a link to this post. That stat was made courtesy of this YM transcript:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;lara_cantos5272 (6:32:35 PM): hi kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;kate_gryphoenix (6:32:48 PM): hi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;lara_cantos5272 (6:33:54 PM): bkit b lgi n lng tau naiiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;kate_gryphoenix (6:34:01 PM): XDDD ewan ko XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Bleh. See? Such an eye-opener. DX Doesn't just apply to conferences. Agh,ewan. Basta. I am despondent. And there is nothing you can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Not to say that I am always the one deserving of pity. No;usually I am the one who flames/annoys/infuriates people ;p. But today I just feel like wallowing in self-pity. I'm not asking you to join me; quite the contrary. Feel free to post flames sa tagboard. XD Actually,joke lang about the flaming thing. But please do not post "I am so sorry for you" or "Ok lang yan" messages sa tagboard. Feel free to tell me that I need to snap out of this condition because I sound so pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Of course,I shall be my pathetic self and reply with an equally pathetic message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry,I am not myself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114311178022402829?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114311178022402829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114311178022402829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114311178022402829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114311178022402829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/despondent-and-dejected.html' title='Despondent and Dejected. :&lt;'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114310682747120434</id><published>2006-03-23T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:40:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychochatter v1.0i</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: psycho. boredom-induced psycho.&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Spolarium &lt;/em&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: hmmm...the usual psycho stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;No one has noticed yet. Bwahahahahahaha. Okay, so I'm launching into psychochatter again. Whatever. Ewan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Basta, no one has noticed what I'm doing yet. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Psychological analysis would let you know. A careful reading of recent entries,too. LOL XD I'm starting to give away the whole plan DX Right after I told myself not to. DDDDX *bangs head on wall* Okay, those are the only clues you'll get from me. *goes right ahead and tells Patticor what the plan is*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay,so I've had this plan working since perio week,fourth quarter. It has been going on,unnoticed and right on schedule. Today, it's nearly 80% done. And no one has noticed yet! *evil laugh* Wow, this is a record. I usually never go this long without revealing anything of my dastardly plans. Then again, this plan isn't dastardly. It's perfectly innocent, if you leave out the emotional and psychological manipulation part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay,so that was more info than you should know. Rest assured that this plan will not affect you,or anyone else. Just another psycho thing that I am doing to myself. Right. I should stop this entry now, before the whole thing is out in the open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114310682747120434?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114310682747120434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114310682747120434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114310682747120434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114310682747120434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/psychochatter-v10i.html' title='Psychochatter v1.0i'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114309447168722682</id><published>2006-03-23T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:14:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passwords D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: boooooooooooooooored.&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Top Ten Ways to Convince Your Parents to Let You Meet Your Best Friends Every 2 Weeks &lt;/em&gt;by other-personality Kate o_O&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;em&gt;Torete &lt;/em&gt;from Patticor's blog XD&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: uh...dying of boredom x__X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;',&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Today was boring. Went off somewhere. *familymember_1* [name has been changed to protect me from *familmember_1* XD] accidentally went into the girls' bathroom somewhere. Take note that *familymember_1* is male. Eh,I dunno XD It was the only somewhat interesting thing that happened today DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Whee~ Kuya Wendy is oL sa YM. At least ngayon may kausap na ako XDDD Agh,well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;My cellphone is currently in a coma DX Waa. So I won't be able to text anyone. Which isn't really that bad since I don't really text that many people XD Whee~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Might put a password in here if I decide to reveal Calvin's identity. So if you guys encounter a password prompt [which might be reasonably more difficult to crack than others--and I won't give out the passwords, durnit &gt;:E],that is one sure sign that I have finally posted Calvin's identity on this blog. Wow;is it just me,or did I just make it sound like I was putting up "Wanted:Criminal" ewan posters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh,yeah,and a note to everyone: I give up for Yana's sake ^^ Go Yan-yan!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;*rereads LOTR books XD* Hey,I've got nothing else to do XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Spotted: BBQ Blast Ruffles in &lt;em&gt;Artemis Fowl:The Eternity Code &lt;/em&gt;by Eoin Colfer. In the American Edition,at least [well,mine is,and I spotted it there. XD]&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/20219238-114309447168722682?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114309447168722682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114309447168722682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114309447168722682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114309447168722682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/passwords-d.html' title='Passwords D:'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114300336539852422</id><published>2006-03-22T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:56:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee~ XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: delighted [soon to be delirious] XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current read: uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Artemis Fowl:The Eternity Code &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Eoin Colfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alumni Homecoming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Yes, Belsha, I'm trying to memorize the lyrics because I'm never going to confess. Ha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: ...reading. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whee~ Just noticed that it is somewhat good that Belsha's offline. Because Calvin is online and Belsha can't tell him. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yeah. I dunno. Yay, cleared na si Yana. Oh,yeah, and Belsha&gt; YES KAYA &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;Ah,fine,so *sapph_1* is Yana. Ah,fine, so Yana doesn't hate me. Sorry, I'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just discovered that Sir Joey has another blog. ...Just discovered that Sir Joey's other blog URL is not working. Okay, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Just discovered that there are a lot of "How Evil Are You?" quizzes on the Net.&lt;br /&gt;...Just discovered that there are also a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.ph/search?q=How+Gay+Are+You%3F+quiz&amp;start=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official"&gt;"How Gay Are You?" quizzes&lt;/a&gt; on the Net. Oh,yes,we are very confused life-forms. DX&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions on one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Evil Are You? &lt;/span&gt;quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What social clique do you belong to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="1" type="radio"&gt; Goths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="2" type="radio"&gt; Jesus freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="3" type="radio"&gt; Nerds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="4" type="radio"&gt; Preps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="5" type="radio"&gt; Skaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="6" type="radio"&gt; Mass-Murderers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="7" type="radio"&gt; I don't classify myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh,yeah. Naturally, click on the first option XD Joke lang. Then again, it does say "Goths". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/%7Eslugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/%7Eslugbutter/evil/neutral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/%7Eslugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;There. Quiz result. Durnit, I knew I should have said that I was a mass-murderer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114300336539852422?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114300336539852422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114300336539852422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114300336539852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114300336539852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/whee-xd.html' title='whee~ XD'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114299235081427399</id><published>2006-03-22T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:52:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAPOW#3--kate's announcements: practically overlooked whatevers,v3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: ...i really think *sapph_1* hates me...&lt;br /&gt;current read: Tintin's blog.   &lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spolarium &lt;/span&gt;by the Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: second-guessing, as Sir Joey so aptly put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to KAPOWv3.0 XD&lt;br /&gt;KAPOW=Kate's Announcements--Practically Overlooked Whatevers&lt;br /&gt;Okay,got that? Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW LINKS: &lt;/span&gt;Tintin's &lt;a href="http://sniperviperhood.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, Ichiro's &lt;a href="http://temperaturezone.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, Neil Gaiman's &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; o__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW JAVASCRIPT PROMPTS: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yana's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://yan-pyon.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, my &lt;a href="http://paranoidschizophrenia.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; [duh. you saw it na,right?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW BG MUSIC: &lt;/span&gt;Patticor's &lt;a href="http://fruitchocolate09.blogspot.com"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Torete&lt;/span&gt;], my blog[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spolarium&lt;/span&gt;], GOTHS &lt;a href="http://agriculturalfriendship.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alumni Homecoming&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW POSTS: &lt;/span&gt;g.o.t.h.s. blog [Survivor: Summer,Day 2], my blog [KAPOWv3.0,duh],Belsha's blog [the self-evaluation thingy],Yana's blog [the "I-Hate-The-Property Office" post]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW ACTIVITY: &lt;/span&gt;Uh...I'm going somewhere on Friday. Will be back Saturday evening. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW WHATEVER: &lt;/span&gt;Uh...I don't know. XD I really think *sapph_1* hates me,though. Waa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW SOMETHING/S: &lt;/span&gt;Yana, you owe me P10 for tagging at 11:00pm. XD Belsha, do not use other brands against me~you are limited to using Nokia. Patticor,nice entry sa goths blog XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114299235081427399?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114299235081427399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114299235081427399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114299235081427399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114299235081427399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/kapow3-kates-announcements-practically.html' title='KAPOW#3--kate&apos;s announcements: practically overlooked whatevers,v3.0'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114290476047864487</id><published>2006-03-21T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:32:40.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;current mood: ...ewan. copy-paste. wala lang. just felt like typing that. ^^&lt;br /&gt;current read: ...nothing XD...&lt;br /&gt;current music: .hack//SIGN songs. ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: copy-pasting. no,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Found on Yana's blog, which was copy-pasted from Ate Paula's blog [found it there,too XD], and was originally from DonDon's blog [XDDD saw it there,too]. Ah,basta,whatever.&lt;br /&gt;[x] broken a promise (Like the "I-will-tell-him-on-Monday" promise XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] made a new friend (lots of them,too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] fell in love  [...not sure. i don't know. ask belsha,durnit &gt;:E]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] fell out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] done something you swore never to do [...uh,yeah. i'm not a sexist anymore,yay me!~ XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] lied [pathological liar. need i say more?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] stole [no,but i bet magna would run out of x's here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] went behind your parents back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] cried over a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] disappointed someone close [...uh,yeah.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] hidden a secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] pretended to be happy [countless times]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] got arrested --&gt; ALMOST. sa ZOOBix fair. That's counted,right? XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] kissed in the rain  [wth. ran in the rain,yeah. kissed in the rain--&gt;WTH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] slept under the stars [STARGAZING!!! XDDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] gotten in a fight [XDDDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] kept your new years resolution [because mine was not to have a new year's resolution XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] forgot your new years resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] met someone who changed your life [Pisay seems to have a lot of this kind of people...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] met one of your idols [i don't even have any "idols" to begin with XDDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] changed your outlook on life [uh,yeah. *throws depres-sed-ness away*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] sat home all day doing nothing [like today. XD uh,no,wait,Belsha's IMing me XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] pretended to be sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] left the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] almost died [no comment]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] drank myself retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] lost someone close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] been to the hospital [duh.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] gotten closer to someone [yay~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] streaked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] cried over someone [HI,PATTICOR!!! ...remember that Drafting thing? XDDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ]broken up with a gf or bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] given up something important to you [uh,yeah. XD no comment...?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[ ] talked on the phone all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] learned something new about yourself [i can survive roller coasters!!! the ones with loops!!!  whee~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it [uh...one-PDA (lol XD) actually,PDF XDDD ...and,uh,the Space Shuttle place sa EK XDDD...and,uh,banging my head on the wall XDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] made a change in your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;[x] made a total fool of myself [how many times?...uh...i lost count months ago XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;[x] met great people [thank-you notes for these people to be posted tonight XDDD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+lucerna ardens et lucens+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114290476047864487?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114290476047864487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114290476047864487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114290476047864487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114290476047864487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/current-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114275356739831659</id><published>2006-03-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:32:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAPOW! #2: Kate's Announcement's:Practically Overlooked Whatevers,Vol.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: Patticor's blog XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;current music: uh,ewan XDDD&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: Laughing Out Loud. In short, LOL XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lol. I'm abusing my uncle's broadband again. XD Uh,yeah. Ewan. Uh...Yeah...Ewan ulit XD I LOVE YOU SAPPH!!!! There; I'm too perky and too hyper to type proper messages for you people [later tonight siguro XD]; at least I'm not so senti anymore XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Let's get on with our announcements,shall we??? XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW LINKS: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ontheeleventhhour.blogspot.com"&gt;Ram&lt;/a&gt; from Jade, &lt;a href="http://keyayenji.blogspot.com"&gt;King&lt;/a&gt; from Ruby, &lt;a href="http://kavlunar.blogspot.com"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt; from Ruby, &lt;a href="http://sunburntandlovinit.blogspot.com"&gt;Frances A.&lt;/a&gt; from Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW RESOLUTION: &lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; tell Calvin tomorrow!That's right,I WILL! *crosses fingers* Wish me luck,people XDD [You do know that I'm only saying this because I don't want Patticor to hunt me down???]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW PEOPLE: &lt;/strong&gt;New additions to my Messenger List [I don't know how they got my YM ID DX]: Patricia Bautista and Janelle Beatrice Araneta... who the heck are these people??? XDDDD j/k lang...although,yeah,I don't know them personally XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW POSTS: &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;a href="http://fruitchocolate09.blogspot.com"&gt;Patticor's blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lonelytearstreaks.blogspot.com"&gt;Anna's blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dumplingbag.blogspot.com"&gt;Belsha's blog&lt;/a&gt;, my blog [LOL],and &lt;a href="http://moronic-fables-of-a-philosopher.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Paula's blog &lt;/a&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW...uh...EWAN: &lt;/strong&gt;Uh...ewan ko. XD Lol. Nababawil ako XDDD Uh,yeah...Ang senti ng stuff na pinag-usapan namin nina Yana&amp;Belsha sa confe last night...*cries* LOL;see?After crying a lot,I get hyper. Nothing beats sugar-induced hyperness,though XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;+lucerna ardens et lucens+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114275356739831659?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114275356739831659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114275356739831659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114275356739831659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114275356739831659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/kapow-2-kates-announcementspractically.html' title='KAPOW! #2: Kate&apos;s Announcement&apos;s:Practically Overlooked Whatevers,Vol.2'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114259807131712614</id><published>2006-03-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:58:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets and Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: tired but happy/missing the g.o.t.h.s.&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothing&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True &lt;/span&gt;by Ryan Cabrera (DX) and,uh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall to Pieces &lt;/span&gt;by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: uh...typing this. Just typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And it all seems so helpless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/And I have no plans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/I'm a plane in the sunset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/With nowhere to land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it's true. I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any drafts anymore. I'm not going to practice any more lines--lines that I know I won't say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to type this. No backspacing,unless it's a spelling or grammatical error. No more second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just type.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These are the days of endless dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/Troubles of life are floating away like a bird in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it right, I like you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I've liked you since the second day I met you. I know it sounds stupid, but hey, what do you expect? We were complete strangers to each other the first day; everyone was--well,kinda. So,yeah,I've liked you since the second day I met you.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your subtleties/They strangle me/I can't explain myself at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I like you. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I just do.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wanna know who you are/Wanna know where to start/I wanna know what this means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;It may be for a thousand different reasons, it may be for none at all.&lt;br /&gt;It may be because of a hundred different things, it may be because of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;..But I know it can never mean nothing--I'm just not sure what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;mean.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can’t take it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/What am I waiting for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/I’m still breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/I miss you even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;/And I can’t fake it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/The way I could before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;What,you never knew?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;good at hiding things.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,what would you expect?...Even Belsha can't read my eyes correctly sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tell anyone/Or you'll be just another regret/Just another regret/I hope that you can keep it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now...everyone knows. Well, they know you as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt;,at least.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm weak/It's true/I'm just scared to know the ending/Do you see me too?/Do you even know you met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I never really told you, did I?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry; like I told Yana today, I'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared--of rejection,public humiliation,and all the other stuff that I imagined would happen if I told you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who has to know?/When we live such fragile lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I say, "I like you", everyone knows who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;is (Calvin). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;is. You just don't know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wanna know how you feel/Wanna know if this is real/I wanna know everything...everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm not really ready to make Calvin's identity public. I don't know; I'm just not.&lt;br /&gt;But then I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure &lt;/span&gt;that I like him.&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is... Do I love him?&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you/I can't stop thinking of you/It's true,I'm stuck on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I've been pondering the question over and over again.]&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;*inhale* *exhale*&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting you to like me back. No, not really. I just wanted you to know.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was so afraid/Of going under/But now,the weight of the world/Feels like nothing/No,nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114259807131712614?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114259807131712614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114259807131712614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114259807131712614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114259807131712614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/secrets-and-confessions.html' title='Secrets and Confessions'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114214497892954771</id><published>2006-03-12T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:29:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: uh...guilty and depressed XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;em&gt;Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident&lt;/em&gt; by Eoin Colfer&lt;br /&gt;current music: zomg, nothing!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: uh..."illegally" using my uncle's computer... Oh,come on, gimme a break, he's in Hong Kong and no one's using it anyway!(Broadband wasted XDDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, so I'm not supposed to be using this computer. Which is why I feel guilty. And, uh, I miss the GOTHS (and,fine the rest of sapph and all my Pisay friends) already--and I'm not cleared yet!!! Someone blast me with a sapato gun,please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My e-mail inbox is swamped...Someone is pestering my in YM...I'm breaking the rules for nothing (Almost no one's oL, and certainly no GOTHS...argh.) Astig. Got e-mails from Belsha,Manu, and,unfortunately,the person whom we shall name "YM stalker". Uh,yeah. Oh well. Ashteeg, Zaldy added me in YM. Whoo~ Finally. Ashteeg~ The soon-to-be-a-junior (and Batch 2010's Big Sister) Sophomoric Philosopher sent me an invite to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregi-roomhopping-hitch-hikers.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hitchiker's Club blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;... Wanna join the club?..Uh,yeah,I'll post some details there and stuff...Just visit the blog! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Uh,can someone please explain why people are spamming my inbox with &lt;em&gt;"Hi, do you have a partner for the EK trip na?" &lt;/em&gt;messages??? ZOMG. FYI, I am going to chain myself to Patticor (or any other GOTH) XDDD So,yeah,I have a partner for the EK trip na, so can you people please stop spamming me??? &gt;:E XDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway...Yeah,wala lang XDDDYay,Yana went oL. Although I'm not really sure if that IS Yanana~ Oh well. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Wala lang. I've been sleeping all weekend. Why? See current YM stat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;"Doesn't it seem like time passes faster when you're asleep?*Maybe I should sleep the whole summer*Then I won't have to worry about not seeing my friends, or not being with them*Because when I wake up it'll all be over*And we'd be together again" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;ZOMG ANG SENTI KO NGAYON. garr. &gt;:E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114214497892954771?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114214497892954771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114214497892954771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114214497892954771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114214497892954771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/current-mood-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114148008900373867</id><published>2006-03-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:48:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAPOW#1--kate's announcements: practically overlooked whatevers</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: annoyed and bored.   &lt;br /&gt;current read: Chapter 42 of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noli Me Tangere &lt;/span&gt;by Jose Rizal&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fake Wings &lt;/span&gt;from .hack//SIGN&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: reading up for the Filipino report &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway... *cleaves Wendy for certain reasons &gt;:E* It's PERIO WEEK!!! *runs and hides* Gah; hell week is supposed to be over but we still have lots of work to do. &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;New set of smilies for the tagboard! Wala lang, try typing :firefox: XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;New skin--&lt;a href="http://agriculturalfriendship.blogspot.com"&gt;http://agriculturalfriendship.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New codename--snuffles (same person. oh well)&lt;br /&gt;New outrageous site-- &lt;a href="http://www.brunching.com"&gt;The Brunching Shuttlecocks&lt;/a&gt; [it's not mine, btw] See the Acronym Generator! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;New horoscope [Dianne and I are making them for the class paper]: Jer--You will be financially stable next year,when you start selling marshmallows and mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;New quote: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine,even, and someone asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say that I'm going to the opera."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess where it came from &lt;/span&gt;(please post answers on the tagboard).&lt;br /&gt;New contacts on my Messenger List: Dastynne,Raymond,PJ,Ram,Dondon.&lt;br /&gt;New person to cleave: Wendy because of his crazy theories.&lt;br /&gt;New link: &lt;a href="http://www.shadow-of-the-light.blogspot.com"&gt;Athena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New whatever that doesn't fall on any other category: iGod. Shtupid. So shtupid that it makes sense--sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;! --And that ends our kapow article #1,people --&gt; &lt;/ kapow &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;+lucerna ardens et lucens+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114148008900373867?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114148008900373867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114148008900373867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114148008900373867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114148008900373867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/03/kapow1-kates-announcements-practically.html' title='KAPOW#1--kate&apos;s announcements: practically overlooked whatevers'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114101662321736664</id><published>2006-02-27T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:09:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever post part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: awed. woah. wth. *clap,clap*&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;a href="http://withoutwax.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sir Martin' s blog&lt;/a&gt;, on livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;current music: still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons of Love&lt;/span&gt; (major LSS~ sorry)&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: ...wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going back to the dorm today...And,uh,yeah. Basta. I'm going to take a lot of pics for...basta, for something.[NOT class paper,although I'm going to take pics for that, too]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... wala lang. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;In response to your questions, my depression was caused by...wait a minute,this is a PUBLIC blog...nuu~ fine,so a clue: it's something not related to schoolwork. Okay? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Come on,people,comment sa survey thing please :D&lt;br /&gt;Uh,yeah...Going back to the dorm today...I shall miss my...uh...music..and my mom...and my dad..and my grandparents...the whole family na lang,para madali :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm...I still have to lend Anna the final fantasy songs CD thingy ewan...Oh well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;+lucerna ardens et lucens+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114101662321736664?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114101662321736664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114101662321736664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114101662321736664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114101662321736664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/whatever-post-part-two.html' title='whatever post part two'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114095992956673364</id><published>2006-02-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:18:51.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever post part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: dejected    &lt;br /&gt;current read: a great big nothing&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons of Love &lt;/span&gt;from the Rent soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: feeling guilty/downcast/a jumble of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gah. I don't know. This is basically pointless. Oh well. Just let me ramble on for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate (2/25/2006 10:55:31 PM): parang...kung may blog ka,parang may kausap ka na rin...&lt;br /&gt;Kate (2/25/2006 10:55:46 PM): may makakausap ka kapag wala nang ibang puwedeng kausapin... XD&lt;br /&gt;Kate (2/25/2006 10:55:58 PM): &lt;!--ano ba yan,ang senti ko ngayon XDD--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;--&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. I just wanted to let my blog know that XD&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;This is pointless... Nothing can get rid of my depression right now...*shrugs* Might as well post some song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seasons of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's time now to sing out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember the love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Remember the love! Remember the love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Measure in love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seasons of love! Seasons of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Maybe tomorrow will be better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114095992956673364?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114095992956673364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114095992956673364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114095992956673364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114095992956673364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/whatever-post-part-one.html' title='whatever post part one'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114092536258520815</id><published>2006-02-26T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:42:42.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*kills myself*</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: still espondent. sorry,can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;current read: Ate Honey's blog... And,uh...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inkspell &lt;/span&gt;by Cornelia Funke&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 Words (Piano)&lt;/span&gt; XD... yes,it's still the depression-kind of music (piano), but,well, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1000 Words&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: ...i'm about to go to my grandmother's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I...am...in...despair. Oh well. *dies* I want to go to schooooooooool(see?I've lost my mind). No,wait. Scratch that. I want to see my frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeends. There we go. Why would I want to go to school? I've got three long test,a speech,and a project waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I am in despaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir. *sigh* Oh well. This is a rather worthless entry,by the way. Oh well. XDDD *kills myself*&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Should I tell someone--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone &lt;/span&gt;(well,not exactly; my friends)--why? I don't know; it's kinda... *kills myself again* You know, depressing (duh).XDDD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Just leave some comments for the I-dunno-what-basta-survey-siya thing that I copy-pasted from Yana's blog. It's somewhere there (points downward,at previous posts). :D&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens:&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114092536258520815?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114092536258520815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114092536258520815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114092536258520815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114092536258520815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/kills-myself.html' title='*kills myself*'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114087428109074253</id><published>2006-02-25T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:36:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot dot dot,etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: despondent &lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl:The Eternity Code&lt;/span&gt; by Eoin Colfer...and,uh,Ate Paula(08)'s and RC Denia's blogs XD&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Narda &lt;/span&gt;by Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: going all sentiand stuff because of sheer boredom...*kills &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, I admit, the despair was caused by--wait,wth,why am I typing this into a public blog?...Okay, never mind that statement, let's start over,shall we?&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,everyone. Hello. Welcome. Wala lang; my mind just went *poof!* because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;--but,yay! I'm done with it. *kills Joseph Conrad*&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yes,and plese leave comments for the survey thing ewan which is somewhere in the past posts...I think the third one, I dunno. Basta,it's somewhere there....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I dunno, I just found my long-lost beret XD It was trapped in the theoretical black hole of doom (a.k.a. my closet XD). Oh well. *throws beret back into the closet* XD&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I've lost my mind. Oh well.... Anyway...Nothing much going on today. Everyone on YM's either busy with HoD, or busy with other stuff....Except for some of my former classmates, but then we're not exactly on speaking (uh...typing?) terms,so,blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mahal kita pero hindi nga lang halata&lt;br /&gt;Hindi halata kasi wala naman akong ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako kumikibo,hindi ako nagsasalita,wala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it doesn't mean anything. I just saw it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://kulangpaangtoot.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Honey's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, so there. Posted it for no reason at all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh well. Good night, people. More stuff tomorrow--probably. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114087428109074253?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114087428109074253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114087428109074253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114087428109074253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114087428109074253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/dot-dot-dotetc_25.html' title='dot dot dot,etc'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114079240113143158</id><published>2006-02-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:46:41.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YM hates me... &gt;:E</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: uh...slightly irritated.&lt;br /&gt;current read: my &lt;a href="http://personalegends.blogspot.com"&gt;other blog &lt;/a&gt;and,fine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scientist &lt;/span&gt;by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: trying to understand what I'm reading D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear Yahoo!Messenger hates me. I've tried signing in for 5 times already, and I keep getting disconnected. Garr. &gt;:E Oh well. Less distractions from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/span&gt;--no,wait,that can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason,I've been thinking a lot about--of all things--second year. Hmm...What happens to the g.o.t.h.s. then? Heck,I don't even know how I'm going to survive summer...Although I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;desperately hoping for some much-needed growth spurts. XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the survey ewan thingy that I copy-pasted from &lt;a href="http://yan-pyon.blogspot.com"&gt;Yana's blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's in the post before this.I don't know. Just answer it please XD&lt;br /&gt;[Yay,I've got a paragraph that starts and ends with "please" XD zomg,it rhymes too... noo~]&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I've got to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;G'night XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114079240113143158?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114079240113143158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114079240113143158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114079240113143158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114079240113143158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/ym-hates-me-e.html' title='YM hates me... &gt;:E'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114076541468673919</id><published>2006-02-24T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:16:54.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: in despair (see,patticor?i can be honest about my emotions!~but only when there are no people around D:)&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coraline &lt;/span&gt;by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;current music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nocturne in G minor op. 37/1 &lt;/span&gt;by F. Chopin and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasy &lt;/span&gt;by Mozart (yeah,i listen to piano music when i'm in despair)&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: IM-ing Patticor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in despair. Yes,that's right, I'm in despair. I'm depressed. I've been that way all week. THERE. See? I can be honest about my emotions. I guess. At least I can be honest about them when there's no one else around...hmmm...so I finally admit to myself that I am not okay. Yay me T~T&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. On to much more cheerful things...(Obviously,I'm changing the topic so that I won't have to discuss the cause of my despair XD)&lt;br /&gt;Copy-pasted this from Yana's blog XD Please leave answers on the...uh...wait...hmm...yeah,on the comments page which i am just adding to this blog XD&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I committed suicide:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I lived next door to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I started smoking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I stole something:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I was hospitalized:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I ran away from home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» I got into a fight and you weren't there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;WHAT ABOUT US:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Are we friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» When and how did we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» How have I affected you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What do you think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What's the fondest memory you have of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Have I ever hurt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Would you hug me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Are we close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Emotionally, what stands out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Do you wish I was cooler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Am I loveable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» How long have you known me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Describe me in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What was your first impression?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What do you think my weakness is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Do you think I'll get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What about me makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What about me makes you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What reminds you of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» What's something you would change about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» How well do you know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Do you think I would kill someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;» Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114076541468673919?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114076541468673919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114076541468673919&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114076541468673919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114076541468673919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-in-despair-seepatticori.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114035201339580574</id><published>2006-02-19T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:26:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current mood: uh...happy-yet-not-so. oh well. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current read: uh...everyone else's YM stats XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ocean Avenue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Yellowcard XD(again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: planning the best way to cleave Kambing &gt;:E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today was okay, I guess. Uh, I dunno...Oh well. Right now we're bashing Pansit on YM XD Oh well. Math long test on rational algebraic expressions tomorrow... *gets shotgun* oh,wait... *realizes that there are no choices to shotgun* nooooooo... DX&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got a Nohari/Johari window nowadays. Jejo actually started a trend... *gasp* It's the end of the woooooorrrrrlllllddddd!!!! Uh, just joking XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Uh,I don't know what to type about. All I know is that today's clouds were nice. (ahem,ahem,I am talking about real clouds here, people, NOT codename clouds :D) The sky was a slightly-darker-than-normal blue...But then, that last statement just got me thinking: How do you really know what's normal and what's not?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else ever wondered...What if we're simply living in a dream? For all we know, we could just be some electrical signals in some person's brain...Or maybe this is just a very long dream, and we're just about to wake up...&lt;br /&gt;*and poof! my blog turned into kokokrunch!* ~i wish :D&lt;br /&gt;I am now counting VP(Vince~PattiCor) moments.Wala lang XD They're the only people left in the confe XD And I just said "brb" (Be Right Back, Belsha;there's no need to aim the sapato gun at me XD), meaning they're the only people talking sa confe XD Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to say, is there?&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yeah,and Yana's denying that she still has a crush on Hobbes. Naturally,I don't believe her :D It's part of the daily "deny-project" schedule, I guess XD&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I am now a dead bunny; cousin goat just killed me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;People who vote for the Vince~PattiCor pairing,please leave a message on the tagboard :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114035201339580574?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114035201339580574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114035201339580574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114035201339580574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114035201339580574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-114017855741731354</id><published>2006-02-17T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:15:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: philosophical?...I guess XD oh,yeah,and annoyed. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;current read: "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder (thanks, Ate Paula! XD)&lt;br /&gt;current music: "Narda" by Kamikazee (read: LSS XDDD)&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: being furious and happy at the same time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learned something new this week XD Special thanks to *bleep*, *toot*, and *beep* for telling me XD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently heard that there is a certain boy dormer (let us therefore name him "guy(?) x") who has been spreading certain lies about me. Let us outline them, shall we? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #1. guy(?) x says that I text him frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Truth: I text no one regularly except my mom, Inna (sometimes), and the G.o.T.h.S. If ever I text anyone else, it would be as a response to homework or schoolwork questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #2. guy(?) x and I are really close.&lt;br /&gt;Truth: No, the hell, I am not in the least bit close to guy(?) x. The hell. I am only really close to certain females named Patti Cordova, Patti Cruz (well,a bit XD), Dianne, Ingrid, Yana, and Belsha. And Inna and the Topaz/Ruby girl dormers too, I guess XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #3. guy(?) x is Calvin.&lt;br /&gt;Truth: The hell,no way. Calvin is *bleep*, not guy(?) x. Calvin does not spread lies, unlike guy(?) x. Calvin is an extern, unlike guy(?) x. Calvin is not desperate for attention, unlike guy(?) x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #4. guy(?) x has seen almost all there is to see with regards to me.&lt;br /&gt;Truth: The hell. Now this is just going too far. And it's obviously so NOT true. guy(?) x, please leave me out of your despicable little green-minded lies. Especially ones like these. I would really appreciate it if you gave me at least a tiny inkling of RESPECT, you know. @$!&amp;%!#$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth #5. guy(?) x is my crush.&lt;br /&gt;Truth: #@!$^#$^#$%, guy(?) x. You expect me to have a crush on a miserable, pathetic, attention-desperate,lying #@%!@#$ such as yourself? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. A lot of other guys are nicer than guy(?) x, by the way. At least they don't go shouting pathetic lies in the dorm. At least they don't go spouting lies to impress people. At least they do not have to resort to outrageous behavior to get some attention.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yeah, and my dad thinks that guy(?) x looks like a cockroach XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.S. Oh,yeah, and thanks to whoever sent me the pendant last Tuesday. It's a really nice gift. So,yeah,thanks XD&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Zaldy is not Calvin. Quit pushing him around, guy(?) x. And while you're at it, quit trying to be someone you're not, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-114017855741731354?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/114017855741731354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=114017855741731354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114017855741731354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/114017855741731354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-philosophical.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113966149041331150</id><published>2006-02-11T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:38:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YMSAT 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: happy,tired,sleepy...and,uh,hungry XD&lt;br /&gt;current read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; by Cornelia Funke and,uh, Kuya Jowi's blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;current music: 1000 Words from Final Fantasy X2 (argh,Belsha,nahawa na ko sa 'yo!!! waahhhhh &gt;.&lt; nihihihihihi XD)&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: listening to music. dernit. waah. &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm...YMSAT Week was okay;batch stargazing was okay;English play was okay; and I still don't get the whole crush thing. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up. Went to sleep around 11:00 in the morning. Oh well. From now on, my crushes shall be limited to fictional characters. Real-life crushes are too...ah,basta,you know what I mean. And don't give me strange looks when I go shouting, "I love you, Artemis Fowl!" or "I love you,Dustfinger!" or "I love you,Calvin!"--er,wait,that last one wasn't supposed to be there. Argh. See? I make a resolution and I don't follow it anyway. Gah, I am sooooo contradicting myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I missed the g.o.t.h.s.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;*blog-hopping*&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. My life is so boring. Either that, or  I haven't seen the problems yet. I know they're there...somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;br /&gt;They'll fly to you&lt;br /&gt;Crossing over time and distance holding you&lt;br /&gt;Suspended on silver wings&lt;br /&gt;_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-113966149041331150?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113966149041331150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113966149041331150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113966149041331150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113966149041331150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/ymsat-101.html' title='YMSAT 101'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113909876341839311</id><published>2006-02-05T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T08:19:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: still depressed.&lt;br /&gt;current read: nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.&lt;br /&gt;current music: "Nalilito" by 6cyclemind&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm up to right now: uh...typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Uh,I dunno. I am confused,and annoyed,and...yeah. Yun na lang. That, and...uh..ewan. My mind is a mess. Come to think of it, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt;'s a mess.And I'll probably be walking around in Pisay with a bandage thing on my head. Probably. But not if I can do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;*starts bleeding again*&lt;br /&gt;*runs for bandages*&lt;br /&gt;Well,not really...It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad, y'know. It's basically just a bad abrasion wound something that bled. Let us just forget about the fact that there was something on my wall and my skull smashed it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that last sentence just got me thinking. Why the bloody hell am I so obsessing over all this??? Hmmm... I don't know. *shrugs* I'll probably answer that question once I can think properly...&lt;br /&gt;*puts some more bandages on wound*&lt;br /&gt;Uh,anyway...I need to eat some breakfast. So...Oh well. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et woodstock::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-113909876341839311?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113909876341839311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113909876341839311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113909876341839311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113909876341839311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/02/current-mood-still-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113854311035790267</id><published>2006-01-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:58:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;current mood: happy blue :D&lt;br /&gt;current read: Yana's blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;current music: "Blue Sky" by Hale...uh...wala lang.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am officially...uh...sleepy. I dunno. Calvin IM-ed me this week. Ah,basta. Yun na 'yun; as I told Dianne and Patticor, mananahimik na lang ako. Basta. Ewan ko ba. What the heck am I supposed to do anyway???&lt;br /&gt;Agh. Basta, yun na yun and wala na akong magagawa. Except to stay really quiet about it. But then...uh,yeah, I'll probably retain my crush on Calvin... Basta. Ewan. I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yeah, blog makeover (obviously). Happy yet blue. Kinda fitting for now. Ewan ko. Basta. Agh,I can't even form proper sentences now. Maybe I should just get to sleep. Or stare at the sky. Whichever suits me right now...Uh,yeah, stare at the sky. Yun na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, what the heck is happening to me? Ewan ko ba. I'm looking forward to school and kinda dreading it at the same time. I know I'm contradicting myself. Agh, basta. Ewan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-113854311035790267?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113854311035790267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113854311035790267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113854311035790267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113854311035790267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/01/quiet-lang.html' title='Quiet Lang'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113844707103458891</id><published>2006-01-28T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:09:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac by necessity</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;current mood: hyperactive yet sleepy. O,cruel..uh...sugar? Yeah,sugar makes me hyperactive :D And milk makes me itchy, but let's not get to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;current read: The Heart of Darkness --&gt;Because I need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;current music: Beethoven --&gt;Because I need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay, so I haven't been posting lately. That's because I have spent most of my waking hours cramming (And for those interested,i spent most of my sleeping hours having bizarre dreams.),which is probably why I am struggling to keep myself awake right now. I slept 4am, woke up 6am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;same&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, and I can guarantee that Patticor and Dianne had it much worse. That,and Sir Joey's keyboard lacks...well...letters. But then, I am getting ahead of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Let us start from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We had no Techprep written report until the last few school-minutes of Friday this week. Thanks to the externs, we managed to cobble one up; thanks to the interns, we managed to pack up enough stuff to make our written report materialize. And why the hell were we packing stuff? Because we were going to have an overnight meeting at Yana's house *cue Vince and Mike's screeches of envy*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yeah,we stayed up until...well, I have no idea. I just know that Patti Cruz and Yana fell asleep before we did, and Ingrid followed soon after. And,around 3:50 am, we decided to work in shifts. Dianne and Patticor took the first shift, staying up until 6:00 am to finish our TP project (we also did English play props,but that's not the point) while Belsha,Ingrid and I slept on the floor. &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et woodstock::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;g'night, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/same&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-113844707103458891?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113844707103458891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113844707103458891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113844707103458891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113844707103458891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/01/insomniac-by-necessity.html' title='insomniac by necessity'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113789408054734081</id><published>2006-01-22T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:12:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Calvin and Hobbes Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's a Calvin and Hobbes Sunday, and I'm actually quite happy about it. whee~ Calvin and Hobbes rock! In fact, I've been using their quotes as YM [I'm saying: Yahoo Messenger,before Yana spears me with a badly-drawn sword *wink,wink*] stats since...uh...yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And since I've got a collection of Calvin and Hobbes quotes,let me post some here. And then you can wonder with me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck can a six-year-old and a stuffed tiger think of these things???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you couldn't find any weirdness, maybe we'll just have to make some!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm not going to do my maths homework. Look at these unsolved problems. Here's a number in mortal combat with another. One of them is going to get subtracted. But why? What will be left of him? If I answered these, it would kill the suspense. It would resolve the conflict and turn intriguing possibilities into boring old facts."&lt;br /&gt;"I never really thought about the literary possibilities of maths."&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer to savour the mystery." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calvin : You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;Hobbes : What mood is that?&lt;br /&gt;Calvin : Last-minute panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life...Procrastinating and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;rationalizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Reality continues to ruin my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's that moment of dawning comprehension I live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'The world isn't fair, Calvin.' 'I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And,of course, my all-time favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Homework,I command thee, be done!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20219238-113789408054734081?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113789408054734081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113789408054734081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113789408054734081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113789408054734081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/01/calvin-and-hobbes-sunday.html' title='A Calvin and Hobbes Sunday'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113782147595381574</id><published>2006-01-21T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:13:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Recollection and Peanuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What shall I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We had recollection yesterday. Nothing much happened. Then I posted a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://agriculturalfriendship.blogspot.com"&gt;group pic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; sa g.o.t.h.s. blog. And right now Ingrid is sending me one of the Beltran-Siray nuptial pics for posting sa g.o.t.h.s. blog. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I haven't gotten the "Book About Myself" [parts one,two,and three] from Sir Joey yet. Darn it. Oh well. Can't wait for Monday; mainly because there's the P.E. thing. I simply want to watch people play hide-and-seek on the Pisay field. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last night Sir Joey heard about our computer problems; Anna, Yana, and I told him. Can't we simply shut down the computer and be done with it? Garr. In case you people haven't noticed yet, I still haven't gotten rid of my "ready-to-murder" mood. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just saw Paolo Espiritu's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://paolo-on-a-stick.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.WTH at Belsha and Patticor's comments. Oh well. I left a post on the tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Obviously these are just random thoughts. Sorry; way too bored to post anything coherent. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ingrid,Patticor, and I were swapping transcripts a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh,yeah, and I'd like to congratulate Dianne and Belsha--&gt;Director's Listers! woot! And now we see the virtues of group-studying. Whee~ Our GWAs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dianne--&gt;1.370&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Belsha--&gt;1.453&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Patticor--&gt;1.546&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me--&gt;1.546&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yana--&gt;1.712&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ingrid--&gt;1.712&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Even though our GWAs got lower, they're still...presentable. I hope Topaz's Top 1 finally gets to the top of the batch. Or any other section's Top 1, by the way. Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's all for now, I guess...Uh,yeah, that's definitely all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et woodstock::&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/20219238-113782147595381574?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113782147595381574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113782147595381574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113782147595381574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113782147595381574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-recollection-and-peanuts.html' title='Of Recollection and Peanuts'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113720320950997141</id><published>2006-01-14T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:14:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decency is Scarce, Isn't It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In light of several amusing posts in my tagboard, I'm kinda delaying the Flame Wars thing. Seriously? I'm not annoyed, nor am I going to retaliate. Really; the whole thing is amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I mean, how thick can you get? Everyone knows now that only stupid people flare up at personal attacks; and really, who judges people based on blogs? For all we know, people might be putting weird stuff in there on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They're amusing, those tags. Although assuming that they care enough to send me to the mental hospital would be foolish optimism, the rest is really amusing. You should read them; then maybe you'll know how my former classmates acted before they lost their sanity (although I do believe that some of them had no sanity to begin with).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway, no, I won't be sniping them with the weird commentary, seeing as it would probably scare the hostility out of them. I wouldn't want to do that; having people antagonizing you is fun, possibly because on your better days you can pound them with insults. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;By the way, no one can expect me to flare them by simply stating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Ang pangit mo rin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. Goodness, how shallow. I am fully aware that (a) I am not beautiful; (b) I am not Neon; and (c) I don't really care about beauty. Therefore, such comments, while they may make people try to strangle you, merely bounces off me. And besides, with the sleazy basis for beauty that people use these days, heck, I'd be ashamed if someone called me beautiful; seeing as that would mean oversized mammary glands or modified noses (neither of which I've got, thank God), I'd rather be ugly (not the Neon kind), thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Although this is not to make people stop flaming me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;No; I like the hostility. I just want to make several points, and those are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(a) I am already seeing a psychologist, and so far they consider me normal enough not to trap me in a straitjacket and confine me to a padded cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Take note, those are experts' opinions, not prejudiced blogsurfers'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(b) There are people who judge others through personal encounters. And then there are people who judge by others' blogs. Either way, I find that the former get the accurate results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(c) I don't care if you say I'm not beautiful; duh, I'm not, and I've got enough sense to know and accept that. The amusing part is that, if you say I'm ugly (not the Neon kind), you're actually putting yourself on my side, because I don't think I'm pretty either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(d)Learn the lesson of Pilosopo Tasyo. (Sapph people who heard Sir Santiago's commentary on him will know what I mean) This is not to say that I consider myself a parallel of Pilosopo Tasyo--far from it. I am well aware that I am lacking in the processing department. What I do mean is: Take note of what kind of people call him what kind of names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Expecting a deluge of (hopefully) subtler comments that are well thought out anytime soon. Please don't send me the idiotic, moronic, utterly senseless kind--they may hurt some people, but if you send me those I'll never stop laughing whenever I remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And don't try and make me furious with personal attacks; I'm indifferent enough to not care about what people think of me--most unlike some people who go distraught whenever someone throws them a nasty personal commentary. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And if you think it's weird that I "sign off" my posts with "lucerna ardens et lucens", you'd best be informed that that is a motto of one of the older branches of our family (it means "A Flame of Glowing Radiance"), and I guess signing every post with that is about the same as signing every single piece of paper "AMDG".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/20219238-113720320950997141?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113720320950997141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113720320950997141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113720320950997141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113720320950997141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2006/01/decency-is-scarce-isnt-it.html' title='Decency is Scarce, Isn&apos;t It?'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113604531062337056</id><published>2005-12-31T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:33:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year and I'm Deaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Way to start the new year: blasted eardrums and delusional-personality on overdrive. Woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's currently 12:01:31, so Happy New Year, everyone. Music is blasting in the house and the night's supply of pyrotechnics has been exhausted. Woot again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This is supposed to be a really short post. And, will you look at that, it IS a really short post. Woot again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Goodbye for now, everyone, and let us all bask in the smoke,sparks,and deafening noise that signal the beginning of 2006. Happy New Year, blogsurfers,friends, and pyroaddicts; welcome 2006 and a fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;May less homework be piled on our poor souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&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/20219238-113604531062337056?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113604531062337056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113604531062337056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113604531062337056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113604531062337056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-and-im-deaf.html' title='New Year and I&apos;m Deaf'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20219238.post-113567781383051663</id><published>2005-12-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:03:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, what's this weblog about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It was created under the influence of the voices in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe that's all you need to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;On to the lighter side of things! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a 12-year-old PSHS student who can't get polynomials and parabolas. I hate it when grammar-flunking people start rattling off the exact things that I can't get (polynomials and parabolas, for example) like they were reading from some check list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a grammar-freak, a perfectionist, a vile, loathsome computer-addict who needs to get a life, and I have these weird voices that are always arguing in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I fail Filipino and Math, I flunk almost every other subject, and I can't understand why some people just can't get subject-verb agreement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;There you go. Flawed enough for you?No? Then let's continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Some people are scared of me; I'm scared of some people. Some persons are under the impression that I'm all-knowing (I AM NOT.); I like Impressionist paintings. Some people think I'm in dire need of psychotherapy; I think a lot of psychologists and psychiatrists need to get a hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I stay inside way too long--I lack sunlight and my sister has branded me a "vampire". I suck at physical activity, I like messing with people's minds, and I'm utterly paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I think that's enough information for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, can I stop typing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For people who know me, I made this blog so that my crazier ideas can get out and about. For the people who DON'T know me, I made this blog so that I can conquer the universe. Either way, I made this blog and there's nothing you can do about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am also hopelessly addicted to the Latin phrases "In Umbris Potestas Est" and "Lucerna Ardens Et Lucens". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I use Google Earth, and I think that Physics is the best subject in the world. I'm an agnostic (somehow people are more merciful when you say you're agnostic than when you say you're an atheist), and my Inferno Hell Test says that I am a fraudulent, wrathful, and gloomy heretic with an affinity for the violent life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I got my blogskin from BlogSkins.com, I like the normal cursors and will forever hate crosshairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am currently waging a war against carnivorous humans, stupidity, and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince pairings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am addicted to sarcasm, irony, Yahoo!Messenger, and Jessica Zafra's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I am well aware that I am using far too many "I"s in this not-so-organized post, and I am currently wishing for more homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I think there is quite a shortage of IQ points in the world, and, alas, I am hopelessly pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Or, at least, my mother thinks so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;::lucerna ardens et lucens::&lt;/span&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/20219238-113567781383051663?l=zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/feeds/113567781383051663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20219238&amp;postID=113567781383051663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113567781383051663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20219238/posts/default/113567781383051663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zephyr-incarnate.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-things-first.html' title='First Things First'/><author><name>neurotic.bunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01568306362224033864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c5/mushroomfreak/bunnybook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
