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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8971803807731518147</id><published>2012-02-13T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:21:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the guys out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buy her another cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She has to give it a shot somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin: 10px 0px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; orphans: 2; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or better yet, date a girl who writes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosemarie Urquico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8971803807731518147?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8971803807731518147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-all-guys-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8971803807731518147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8971803807731518147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-all-guys-out-there.html' title='To all the guys out there'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-555745083093168294</id><published>2012-02-12T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:24:48.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Shut it all out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been staring at this word document for hours already and I haven't typed a single word. It's been days since I've written anything even in my journal and it's not that ideas aren't coming to me. It's more like I've been shutting them all out. Every time I can think of something to write, I immediately squash that and convince myself that I cannot pull it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been shutting out the only safe outlet I have for days. I've been shutting out life for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-555745083093168294?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/555745083093168294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/shut-it-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/555745083093168294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/555745083093168294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/shut-it-all-out.html' title='Shut it all out'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-266729380467191730</id><published>2012-02-12T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:19:36.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Bring me back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since February rolled in, I've spent my days sleeping and watching movies. I stopped myself from writing, I didn't dared to dance and avoided swimming; I stopped myself from doing things I love because I think that if I'd enjoy myself then days would swiftly pass by and then I'll wake up realising it's already the 29th. I've been dreading that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday feels dead. I don't feel anything at all. It seems like I'm a mummy without any purpose at all. I have lost interest in talking to people I usually talk to. I also avoided going out even with friends and purposely screw up my sleeping schedule to sleep during those times I'm supposed to be out with them. Generally, I've been screwing myself big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They might sound useless and very unhelpful but all I could think is it's all because I don't want to go back to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; place. I'd rather choose being stuck here at home, with my mother, skipping school and rot in my bedroom than spending 4-5 years with people I barely know. As stupid as it sounds but I'm willing to give up and screw my chance in getting the degree I've dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know myself anymore. I've never been this much of a quitter but right now all I think is quitting. Every waking moment is spent on how I'm gonna screw up my life one more day till it's done. Every day seems like a waiting day for my own demise. Seriously. I'm ready to give up with my weight, my education, my life; everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I know I'm not okay. This time, I'm admitting it. &lt;b&gt;I am not okay.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-266729380467191730?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/266729380467191730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/bring-me-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/266729380467191730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/266729380467191730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/bring-me-back.html' title='Bring me back'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7927729169381019955</id><published>2012-02-01T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:52:40.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tick tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realised that today is February 1st and that gives me 28 days before I go back to a place I wouldn't mind not going to for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately I've been thinking about not going back there and that would mean giving up something I want and they would say I'm a quitter. I want to prove them wrong, I swear I want to but honestly I just want to pack my stuff, jump into the next flight and run away though I know that it's not possible. &lt;i&gt;Very impossible.&lt;/i&gt; I wanna start a clean slate in a different environment where my father doesn't know about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7927729169381019955?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7927729169381019955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7927729169381019955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7927729169381019955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/tick-tock.html' title='Tick tock'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6925381703803643885</id><published>2012-02-01T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:41:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3441034/beyond-the-borderline?claim=48h3ve5d7fa"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6925381703803643885?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6925381703803643885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6925381703803643885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6925381703803643885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/02/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1580474018889470498</id><published>2012-01-20T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T02:44:38.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I think I'm saved.. for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never got the courage to talk to mum about what I'm going through. Sure, she knows I'm bipolar but I haven't opened that topic to her, not until last Tuesday. I was just first telling her about the novel Thirteen Reasons Why then all of a sudden, I was surprised we were talking about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What pains me is that she thinks that I became like this because of her and her separation with my father. She thinks that I'm deeply affected with it though I haven't actually realised it. Well, no. She has nothing to do with it. My father, maybe but she has no fault at this and it hurts when I see her blaming herself for this. I never wanted this, yes but she didn't gave it to me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know you're selfish but every time you want to end it, think of me. Please, just think of me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Yes, I admit I am definitely and undeniably selfish. Most of the time, I don't think of others but whenever this thought comes to me, I think about her. I do, even before she said it. She's the only reason I kept holding on because she'd be alone without me. No one would look after her if I'm gone and I also can't let others take care of her because she's supposed to be taken care by me and me alone. Yes, I'm selfish. I am. But holding on seems to require a lot of effort. I'm just glad we had that talk and I had it out. I know she'd be very cautious with me and very protective but at least I feel the love I've been searching for years already. Something present yet I cannot feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just want people to know that even though I keep brushing off others if not everyone whenever I feel shitty, it doesn't mean that I'm being a bitch. I totally appreciate every &lt;i&gt;"What happened?", "Are you okay?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;"You can always talk to me." &lt;/i&gt;But that's it- I don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to feel that someone gives two shites about what I feel and people do worry even their not my mum. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; For now, I think I'm &lt;i&gt;saved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-1580474018889470498?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1580474018889470498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-im-saved-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1580474018889470498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1580474018889470498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-think-im-saved-for-now.html' title='I think I&apos;m saved.. for now'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4240323141678028798</id><published>2012-01-20T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:17:15.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For One More Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>R: For One More Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi7lTm2RYcE/TxmC1DO6ZBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mnTTGz7S-IA/s1600/for-one-more-day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi7lTm2RYcE/TxmC1DO6ZBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mnTTGz7S-IA/s400/for-one-more-day1.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you ever wished you could make up for the times you took a person for granted? This is a story of how a man had his life ruined by a desire to please his father and how he stood up after he fell from his downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chick and his relationship with his mother was not smooth but when he was given a day to be with her again, he understood things and appreciated everything she did for her. She made him realised his mistakes and encouraged him to pick himself up and start to rebuild his broken life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this book was meant to make readers realise that even though you fucked up life, you can always learn from your mistakes and pick yourself up but it gave me another insight. It made me realise how much I love my mother and how much I needed her to know that I do. In some ways, I can see myself in him; someone who neglects others, and someone who easily gives up but like him my mother is always there to encourage me to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book showed me the importance of not giving up and of course the importance of every mother. This made me think of many ways of how can I show it to her and I'm sure you'd think of some too. I hope you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4240323141678028798?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4240323141678028798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-for-one-more-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4240323141678028798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4240323141678028798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-for-one-more-day.html' title='R: For One More Day'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi7lTm2RYcE/TxmC1DO6ZBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mnTTGz7S-IA/s72-c/for-one-more-day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-196367153053424821</id><published>2012-01-20T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:05:20.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide Notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>R: Suicide Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJrHRdI0GCg/TxmA_pjwtDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/d6C_tpLdC9Y/s1600/SuicideNotes2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJrHRdI0GCg/TxmA_pjwtDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/d6C_tpLdC9Y/s320/SuicideNotes2008.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit, I read this book because of my obsession with suicide notes and I expected this book to be sad or depression but actually it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jeff, a 15-year-old kid was confined in a Psychiatric Ward because he tried to killed himself. The reason? He just felt like doing it.. until he finally realised why he slash his wrists on New Year's Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the way Ford wrote Jeff in a very witty and sarcastic manner. You'll definitely find yourself laughing whilst reading lines by Jeff and his description on some things in the ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, it's also self awakening because there are things about ourselves that we do not know until one day it will hit us like a high speed bus on the highway. Jeff doesn't have any reason at first- or that was what he believed in until he tried to recall what happened that night and the reason why slashing his wrists seems to be a good idea at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish he and Allie, his best friend talked though. I really want to know what happened to their friendship after he was released from the 45-day program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Self-discovery, self-awakening, acceptance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1994106664006581965-196367153053424821?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/196367153053424821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-suicide-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/196367153053424821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/196367153053424821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-suicide-notes.html' title='R: Suicide Notes'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LJrHRdI0GCg/TxmA_pjwtDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/d6C_tpLdC9Y/s72-c/SuicideNotes2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4320614933267273154</id><published>2012-01-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:35:52.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirteen Reasons Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>R: Thirteen Reasons Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylR8-s16lMo/TxRBIwHZX_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/FS1n0ebLbkQ/s1600/31188362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylR8-s16lMo/TxRBIwHZX_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/FS1n0ebLbkQ/s400/31188362.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe every action someone does would create a great effect on one person no matter how small it is or if it was just a joke or something serious. This novel proved me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was drawn to read this because of the subject it talked about: &lt;i&gt;suicide&lt;/i&gt;. I expected it to make me cry in the beginning but it didn't. It actually made me curious about this girl, Hannah and what led her to this. Don't worry, it would surely make you cry but not after you comprehend and let everything sink in. Then you'll realise how careful you should be with your actions because you'll never know what effects will it have to to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe &lt;i&gt;suicide&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;is an unanswered call for help and in this novel, what the others did to Hannah is not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; enough for her to take her life but it was enough for her to feel useless, worthless and unwanted; even she can't accept herself. I wish people who did &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; things to her thought about the effect, even if it's just a small amount of anger or pain. And I wish Mr. Foster and Clay insisted to help her, and didn't wait for her to actually say, "Hey, I need help cos I'm thinking about killing myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This novel scared me. Not that I'm scared of dying, no. It scared me about my own actions and its effect to other people. And it scares me because it slapped me the truth of what I can do to myself.  She didn't even have a psychological disorder, and she was able to take her life. What about me? And what happens after I die? Should I also leave something, a CD or letter perhaps explaining to everyone? &lt;i&gt;What will happen next?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This novel awakens every person's sensitivity towards others and maybe opens their eyes for them to look out for others. I hope they do. I really hope they do.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4320614933267273154?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4320614933267273154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-thirteen-reasons-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4320614933267273154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4320614933267273154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-thirteen-reasons-why.html' title='R: Thirteen Reasons Why'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylR8-s16lMo/TxRBIwHZX_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/FS1n0ebLbkQ/s72-c/31188362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7469424896046538426</id><published>2012-01-09T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:10:58.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I die, would you ever &lt;i&gt;forget&lt;/i&gt; me? If you won't what would you &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; about me?&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/1994106664006581965-7469424896046538426?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7469424896046538426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-die-would-you-ever-forget-me-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7469424896046538426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7469424896046538426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-die-would-you-ever-forget-me-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2458743322014261307</id><published>2012-01-09T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:08:34.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are words better left unsaid. There are things better left unknown cos they can either make or break you and sometimes the risk knowing it isn't worth it.&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-2458743322014261307?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2458743322014261307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-words-better-left-unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2458743322014261307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2458743322014261307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-are-words-better-left-unsaid.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-685840984700109639</id><published>2012-01-07T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:09:03.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever felt like everything you've been through is like a plot against you? Have you ever felt like everyone's working against you behind your back? Have you ever felt like everyone's just waiting for you to royally screw up for them to have their final laugh? Have you ever felt like your failure is their amusement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever felt this &lt;i&gt;alone&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-685840984700109639?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/685840984700109639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/685840984700109639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/685840984700109639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-you.html' title='Have you?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3724596482724088319</id><published>2011-12-31T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:11:52.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newyear'/><title type='text'>Last Post for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe the New Year's celebration turned out to be the exact opposite of what I expected and what I grew up with. &lt;i&gt;Disappointed&lt;/i&gt;, and undeniably hurt because this is the only time of the year when everyone in our family (my mum's side) get together. I honestly feel like sleeping till tomorrow without welcoming 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is this happening? I've been feeling shite the whole week and now this? Can't they just compromise for a while and let me be happy even just now? &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-3724596482724088319?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3724596482724088319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-for-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3724596482724088319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3724596482724088319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-post-for-2011.html' title='Last Post for 2011'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8879712403808407730</id><published>2011-12-30T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:40:13.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what time I stopped thinking and fell asleep &lt;i&gt;last night &lt;/i&gt;(it wasn't &lt;i&gt;night&lt;/i&gt; really, know what I mean?) but when I woke up, I still feel the same shite I felt. It usually goes away after hours of wallowing but looks like it's out for a hunt and I'm it's fucking prey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you feel the satisfaction of swearing in every&lt;i&gt; fucking &lt;/i&gt;sentence? It's like putting emphasis in every goddamn word to work it's own fucking way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Random. I really don't know whom should I talk to right now and unfortunately, this fucking blog is all I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I was fucking normal, just like everyone else. &lt;i&gt;Fuck you&lt;/i&gt; if you think that I'm normal and just putting all these drama to get some goddamn attention cos you don't know what I'm battling inside of me. I fucking know that there are people who are going through a lot too, but at least they have a fucking problem which is not their own self. Try having a &lt;i&gt;battle&lt;/i&gt; with your goddamn self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should really shut my mouth and avoid pulling people into my own misery. They really don't deserve all of this shite I'm giving them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To everyone, &lt;i&gt;a heartfelt sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8879712403808407730?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8879712403808407730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-what-time-i-stopped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8879712403808407730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8879712403808407730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-what-time-i-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6233555661417271338</id><published>2011-12-30T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:06:44.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Straight and Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The inevitable pain is here again, eating me from the inside. &lt;i&gt;Not that it's a surprise&lt;/i&gt;, but is it selfish to ask a whole week without this shite? Being in this roller coaster ride for almost 4 years is sickening, I honestly want an escape but how? &lt;i&gt;How do you get out from this labyrinth of suffering? &lt;/i&gt;Is it Alaska's (Looking For Alaska), &lt;i&gt;straight and fast&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been fighting against this for months but right now, I feel like cutting again. I wanna feel physical pain with the hopes of drowning what I feel inside with what I'd feel in my skin but again, I'm thinking about my mother who was stressed and went through a lot with me when she knew I used to cut myself. I just don't want her to go through it again. I don't want to hurt her anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I swear- oh goddammit! I am totally lost and I don't know what to do. Yes, yes. Judge me for all I care; call me attention seeker or whatever. I don't have the time to deal with judgmental people who doesn't even have a fucking clue what rage I'm feeling inside. I just need to let this out and unfortunately, crying is not an option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6233555661417271338?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6233555661417271338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/straight-and-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6233555661417271338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6233555661417271338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/straight-and-fast.html' title='Straight and Fast'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3775178693758868063</id><published>2011-12-30T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:07:16.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I want to&lt;i&gt; feel&lt;/i&gt; again..&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/1994106664006581965-3775178693758868063?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3775178693758868063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-feel-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3775178693758868063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3775178693758868063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-feel-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4391502226695344451</id><published>2011-12-30T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:12:20.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I wanna be remembered..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After reading Looking For Alaska a few days ago, I realised one thing-- &lt;i&gt;I wanna be remembered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that I haven't been living a good life in my 18 years of existence and I'm pretty sure that people would easily forget about me. But after reading some stories about death, and not just deaths but sudden ones, I suddenly feel like proving myself to people. I don't know, maybe to mark my existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want people to remember me not just because I'm a fucked up kid; a girl with vices; maybe even a bitch to some. I want people to remember me because somehow along the crooked path, I was able to inspire other people. I don't know how but I honestly want to &lt;i&gt;inspire &lt;/i&gt;others. I want to be remembered as the girl who was strong yet fragile; the girl who wouldn't give a fuck to &lt;i&gt;others&lt;/i&gt; except her mum; the girl who would stand up for her friends even against a hundred mutts; the girl who loved books more than anything in the world; the girl who loves to write yet can't write stories with happy endings. &lt;i&gt;I want to be remembered in a positive way.&lt;/i&gt; Yes, I'd love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4391502226695344451?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4391502226695344451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wanna-be-remembered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4391502226695344451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4391502226695344451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wanna-be-remembered.html' title='I wanna be remembered..'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2995654143631229592</id><published>2011-12-30T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:04:50.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking For Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>R: Looking For Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlGTx--jevo/TvyLdk2karI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cBr_7IvC3N0/s1600/cover-of-looking-for-alaska.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlGTx--jevo/TvyLdk2karI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cBr_7IvC3N0/s320/cover-of-looking-for-alaska.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I go to seek a Great Perhaps."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm quite sure everyone wish to seek for it; our greatest &lt;i&gt;what if&lt;/i&gt;. Sure, it will really change your life, but what if you'd go through a labyrinth of suffering whilst seeking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This book was recommended to me just because I like- no, I loved The Perks of Being a Wallflower and I expected them to be the same. At some point, yes it is quite the same. Both of them talks about teenage lives, not some &lt;i&gt;book &lt;/i&gt;life but the actual one which I believe is really happening to other teens. But honestly, this one has more depth compared to &lt;i&gt;Perks&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It talks about Miles, or Pudge and how he adjusted in Culver Creek, a boarding school where he transferred because he's looking for his &lt;i&gt;Great Perhaps&lt;/i&gt;. There he met Chip, known as the Colonel, Takumi, Lara and Alaska, the girl who got her heart. With the help of his friends, he understood and learned how to live in Culver Creek, abiding and breaking the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can say that I was sort of devastated with what happened to Alaska, and yes if I was Miles, I'd be damned too. The book would certainly pull some of your heartstrings and play with your emotions. Though some scenes in the book talks about sex, alcohol and death, those are certainly not an idle topic with everyone. This book is one of those I'd pick up and read again, not just twice but maybe a few more times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Straight and fast..&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-2995654143631229592?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2995654143631229592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-looking-for-alaska.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2995654143631229592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2995654143631229592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-looking-for-alaska.html' title='R: Looking For Alaska'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlGTx--jevo/TvyLdk2karI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cBr_7IvC3N0/s72-c/cover-of-looking-for-alaska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8936028873287968868</id><published>2011-12-27T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:36:04.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>R: The Hunger Games Trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diCyKJkP7RE/TvieEzrqwkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4FWAMdFCLGw/s1600/hungergamestrilogy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diCyKJkP7RE/TvieEzrqwkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4FWAMdFCLGw/s400/hungergamestrilogy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a year ago since my friend convinced me to read this trilogy but I never did until last week-- I'm glad I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The mental images provided by every line and every word written is breathtaking. And for me it's not just a typical fictional book everyone's into. It talks about what happened years before, when colonization was happening to other countries. Being robbed by their own rights just like what the scenario the book gave me is somehow true. The amount of angst in the first book kept me going and every bit of it is truly remarkable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprisingly, this is the first time I didn't support the love between best friends, something Katniss and Gale had. I've been supporting and quite a sucker for stories where best friends would eventually fall for each other and end up together in the end but this one is different. It was Peeta and his selfless acts of love that moved me. Everything he did for Katniss, every sacrifice was heartwarming even though he was quite sure himself that she won't love him back. &lt;i&gt;Unconditional love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What sort of disappointed me is the last book. I feel like the ending was rushed and the epilogue is too short for my liking. I didn't like the way Finnick's death wasn't given emphasis. I was quite shocked when they included Finnick and Annie's child on the book they made in the later part of Mockingjay. I wish they included Annie's reaction to his death cos I'm pretty sure she was terribly heartbroken when her husband died. I also didn't liked the part where Katniss concluded that Gale met another girl just like that, without closure between the two of them. I wish they talked and Katniss explained her feelings. I also wish the epilogue covered almost everything after how many years, not just Katniss' and Peeta's family life. I wish they also included others and how their lives changed after the change in government happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But despite the rushed ending and short epilogue, I still recommend this book for everyone to read especially that there's a movie adaptation. I hope people will read this first before watching the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm still not convinced with Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss. I still have Kaya Scodelario in my mind whilst reading the book. Too bad she wasn't picked to play the role, when she was one of the 30 options. I can see the fierceness and spunk Katniss have in her, especially when she can convince pretty much everyone with her role because of her eyes.&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-8936028873287968868?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8936028873287968868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-hunger-games-trilogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8936028873287968868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8936028873287968868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-hunger-games-trilogy.html' title='R: The Hunger Games Trilogy'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diCyKJkP7RE/TvieEzrqwkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4FWAMdFCLGw/s72-c/hungergamestrilogy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2844822853548501072</id><published>2011-12-26T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T02:30:50.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><title type='text'>Insanity &gt; Bipolar Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pain you're going through every bipolar episode is excruciatingly painful. Actually, &lt;i&gt;painful&lt;/i&gt; is an understatement. Inevitably, it starts inside, with your feelings, playing with your emotions and sometim- most of the times, without any basis. Sometimes, it's pain. Sometimes it's indescribable anger. Sometimes extreme happiness which is easily replaced with pain; definitely back to square one. It's like there's something that's slowly eating your heart, and that maybe at one moment it would suddenly stop beating. Unfortunately, these torturous episodes seems &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, during these times, I'd rather feel physical pain than emotional one. Sometimes it's one of the things that make me snap out of my trance whenever I go through these. It seems like it's the only thing that keeps me alive, or sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But personally, I'd rather suffer insanity than to go through all of these. There might be a chance that I would be trapped in a happy world I created. I might not know what happens inside those insane people I've seen but whenever I see them enjoying their own personal world, I can't help but feel a surge of jealousy; at least they had their &lt;i&gt;escape&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-2844822853548501072?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2844822853548501072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/insanity-bipolar-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2844822853548501072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2844822853548501072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/insanity-bipolar-depression.html' title='Insanity &gt; Bipolar Depression'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6502824842635053298</id><published>2011-12-24T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:05:29.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Angsty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The amount of angst that's running through my veins is enough for me to write a series of short fics with sad, heart-breaking and tragic endings. Believe me, I honestly want to be able to &lt;i&gt;other &lt;/i&gt;stories but every time a plot enters my mind, it ends up as a story about love with a sad ending. I really, really, really want to write other stories. Others that don't revolve around love cos I honestly disgust myself with the plots that's coming in and out of me. Or maybe write a decent happy ending, the least but alas, it never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it's because of what I've been through. Yes, yes- I know there are other people that's been through worse compared to me but you can't blame me for feeling like an utterly stupid and gullible person after everything. Maybe the stories about love came from what I used to believe and what I used to dream of- a happy ending of my own, like in one of the fairy tales I grew up with except that I am definitely not a princess nor a damsel in distress. And the angst- maybe it's where my experiences comes in. With the broken family I have; with the story of how my mum and my father fell in love and how their marriage turned out to be a failure; with the boys that came in and out of my life only to break my heart. And with these experiences, some say that I'm strong. I inwardly snort whenever I hear those fucked up lines they'd say. If ever you've read my stories or whatever I've written, then you'll know how dysfunctional my life is and how cracked I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But hey, I don't need saving because again, I am no damsel in distress. Just some teenage girl with a fucked up life but believe me, I can manage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6502824842635053298?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6502824842635053298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/angsty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6502824842635053298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6502824842635053298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/angsty.html' title='Angsty'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-993108041114262612</id><published>2011-12-24T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:19:42.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Civil Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safe and Sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>R: Safe and Sound (The Hunger Games Soundtrack)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w2v1N2q0sxs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a Taylor Swift fan but, goddammit- I got chills whilst listening to this song especially the chorus part. The song seems perfect for what the tribute's are feeling, especially District 12's, towards their family, their loved ones. The words used in the song are simply marvelous and heart wrenching. Like a piece of you that wants to protect someone you love at all cost is activated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit, I haven't even finished the first book yet but the amount of angst I've read so far is enough to keep me going, plus this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in all honestly, my heart goes out with this song with reasons I do not know, but surely not because of the story of The Hunger Games.&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-993108041114262612?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/993108041114262612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-safe-and-sound-hunger-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/993108041114262612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/993108041114262612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-safe-and-sound-hunger-games.html' title='R: Safe and Sound (The Hunger Games Soundtrack)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w2v1N2q0sxs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2628007736220149735</id><published>2011-12-21T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T01:56:15.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I read my previous blogs, I realised I never really did grow. Or if I did, it wasn't enough. I'm still the messy teenage girl everyone expected to be always happy when in fact she is the exact opposite deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret nothing though. I know I can be as tough as a cookie in my own way.&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/1994106664006581965-2628007736220149735?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2628007736220149735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-i-read-my-previous-blogs-i-realised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2628007736220149735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2628007736220149735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-i-read-my-previous-blogs-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8796389671034847656</id><published>2011-12-21T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:04:56.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misery Spotlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Misery Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's this girl who travels on trail,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who always dream of her own happy fairytale.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Out to see what's to unravel beforehand,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or else, get stuck! and sleep forever in dreamland.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;II&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On a blank glass window there she stares,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With weary eyes but with a heart that cares.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When will love find her?- a question left hanging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and cast all her fears with perfect timing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She's witty, flip, and is prone to trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whenever friends need herm she's there on the double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Willing to relive one's shallow-beating heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While her's a fragile shattered apart.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While her dad's gone all the way,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Good thing she has her mom who's willing to stay.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When everything feels like broken and jaded,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Her mom's to the rescue to catch those smiles w/c faded.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This girl's extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who manages to smile when everything's melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Waiting for someone to save her out of blue,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;This girl's name is KEiLLE; i tell you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My good friend, Iris gave this to me three years ago as a Christmas gift and I still read this whenever I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8796389671034847656?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8796389671034847656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/misery-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8796389671034847656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8796389671034847656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/misery-spotlight.html' title='Misery Spotlight'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3898134535425041700</id><published>2011-12-20T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:18:22.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>R: The Perks of Being a Wallflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ziBGqfHN80/Tu98Y-mKoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kAFQmQHH3lE/s1600/the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ziBGqfHN80/Tu98Y-mKoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kAFQmQHH3lE/s320/the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone experiences a lot of things whilst growing up. Some &lt;i&gt;participate&lt;/i&gt; and takes part in almost everything life throws to them, whilst some chooses to stay on the sideline and &lt;i&gt;observe&lt;/i&gt;-- become a wallflower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book is a compilation of Charlie's letter to an anonymous friend whom he chooses to tell what happens to his life because he believed that &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; person would understand him. Throughout the book, you would know how he copes up with the changes in his environment and with his peers.&amp;nbsp; He slowly learns how to wade through the realities of life with the help of his friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I honestly read this book because of other people's reaction to this and because it will have a movie adaptation next year where Sam will be played by Emma and Charlie by Logan. But after I've read this book, it seems like I don't care about the movie at all. Actually I'm quite afraid they'd disappoint me and ruin the whole meaning of this beautiful book. Yes, it is definitely beautiful and very heart-warming/wrenching. It took me to another phase of emotional roller coaster whilst reading and I regret nothing. It made me understand certain things about life itself. Maybe I got attached to it because of what Charlie's going through (not that it literally happened to me though, only the emotional ride he's going through) or maybe it's just because of the story. I really don't know but I really want to share this book to everyone I know for them to understand and see the beauty of Charlie's story. I practically wanna give everyone a copy of this. Those who aren't into reading that much don't have to worry because it's not your typical deep novels with high-end words. It's simple and light and very understandable though some would really make you stop for a while and think what was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This has officially became one of my favourite books and I am reading it for the 3rd time now. I also swore to myself that I will read this every time I ride on a plane. Yes, every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-3898134535425041700?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3898134535425041700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-perks-of-being-wallflower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3898134535425041700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3898134535425041700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/r-perks-of-being-wallflower.html' title='R: The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ziBGqfHN80/Tu98Y-mKoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kAFQmQHH3lE/s72-c/the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6994186633488243252</id><published>2011-12-14T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:48:55.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm quite obliged to write a blog about my almost 2 months stay with my father's sister but I think I'll pass on that. It might fill my blog with profanities and too much negativity. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it's not yet filled already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I came home yesterday, it feels like there's a lot of things I want to do, I don't know which one first. I'm quite lost. It feels like I would not have enough time to spend here with my family and friends.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I wanna do the first one on my list; post my story. And well, write more. I want to write more. I'm gonna go gather my thoughts for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6994186633488243252?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6994186633488243252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6994186633488243252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6994186633488243252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4937202368175222805</id><published>2011-10-15T05:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T06:05:31.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>There's no more 'happily ever after'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We celebrated our 44th month as best friends yesterday, but as usual we weren't complete. I was a tad disappointed to those who weren't present because it would be the last time I'd see them before I go with my father. But nevertheless, it was fun. We shouted our hearts out whilst riding on the Sea Dragon which really beat the hell out of me. I was pretty surprised that I still had my voice after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During dinner, we talked about our friend's latest heartbreak. No, she's not a girl but a girl at heart. Some might say that what he feels is wrong but who are we to judge when it comes to love? Even though we already know the story, &lt;i&gt;thank you very much Facebook for giving us a sufficient means of communication whilst some of them are in Cebu and we're stuck here in Bacolod&lt;/i&gt;, I still asked him to tell the whole story from the very beginning. Everyone was listening and after he finished everyone started to giving their negative reactions not to our friend but to the other girl which he considered as a close friend in his university. &lt;i&gt;A close friend that would betray him, what a pathetic excuse of a friend. &lt;/i&gt;I kept my reactions short and repetitive, trying to point out the gist where everything went wrong whilst others we're talking about other things about this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the middle of the talk, one of my friend asked him to tell us what he did or he felt after and then everyone related their own experience of heartbreak. Then it came down in comparing which is better between waiting and finding for one's love. I was quiet the whole time whilst eating my dinner with a stoic expression. It's not that I'm avoiding the topic but I know they would misinterpret my opinion on that topic. It's not that I'm still bitter, that would be absurd. But I'm rather jaded about it. I really don't believe in happy endings in real-life nowadays and I am trying to live in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I understand people would still believe on finding their one great and true love along the way and&lt;i&gt; they'd live happily ever after. &lt;/i&gt;I admit I still find stories about great love, preferably forbidden ones that chose to survive, appealing. It still tugs my heart, yes but it's not that I still believe that something beautiful like that would still happen. Maybe before, but definitely not now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Forgive my jaded post but I don't think I still believe in love&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4937202368175222805?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4937202368175222805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-more-happily-ever-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4937202368175222805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4937202368175222805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-more-happily-ever-after.html' title='There&apos;s no more &apos;happily ever after&apos;'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-5115635860641284645</id><published>2011-09-30T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T06:04:41.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Best Unplanned Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW218X1cjQo/ToVCkgLqWWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4EaX_R9hsPU/s1600/291875_1805966368204_1811266320_1224582_1049581857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW218X1cjQo/ToVCkgLqWWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4EaX_R9hsPU/s320/291875_1805966368204_1811266320_1224582_1049581857_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658001701742467426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;September 27, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even believe I'm an adult already! The start of the day was uneventful. I woke up, 3 in the morning with the rain pouring angrily on our roof. I was sleepy, and my eyes are the least cooperative but I still snatched my phone and checked my facebook. Of course, there were greetings. Who would miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend's birthday notification&lt;/span&gt; anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wasn't excited at all. Since I was a child, I always believed that I would at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; that wave of energy or whatever, call that magic if you must, washing over me whenever I wake up on my birthday. Probably, it's just excitement for the days event but this year's different. I never felt that energy. I wasn't excited at all. I'm utterly anxious about being an adult and having no plans for a celebration didn't helped at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;house parties&lt;/span&gt;. Previous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teen&lt;/span&gt; birthdays were spent drinking at home till the wake of dawn, but I want this year to be different so I opted for a dinner with my family and some of my closest friends. I wasn't really looking forward to it. I didn't expect it to be anything special. I had loads of dinner and I assumed that this one would be similar to the previous one.. but it proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7PM, we arrived at Bar 21 Restaurant and waited for others to arrive. Simple dinner followed by chitchats among my friends. The restaurant was filled with our laughs and voices trying to spill the latest gossip about anyone everyone's familiar with, and I admit, I enjoyed a lot. I had this sessions of food trip and gossip sessions before but I don't know what made this one different. Maybe it's the occasion, maybe it's the place, or simply because everyone special to me was present at the same time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So whoever that said I can't celebrate my birthday soberly can suck it up, cos definitely I don't need alcohol to make me happy, I only need them..&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/1994106664006581965-5115635860641284645?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5115635860641284645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-unplanned-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/5115635860641284645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/5115635860641284645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-unplanned-night.html' title='The Best Unplanned Night'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rW218X1cjQo/ToVCkgLqWWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4EaX_R9hsPU/s72-c/291875_1805966368204_1811266320_1224582_1049581857_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1983710031320361623</id><published>2011-09-17T04:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:29:41.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few more days and I'll be running off from childhood and enter into a new phase of my fucked up life. &lt;i&gt;Fucked up but I do enjoy it, mind you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For a tad amount of time, I've been battling with myself if I should make a wishlist, though I know I wouldn't get any of it but whatever. Doing one won't hurt right? So here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Well, preferably the Harry Potter Chest Box Set cos believe it or not no matter how much of a Potterhead I am, I do not own any Harry Potter books. I've been reading it by borrowing from my friends or sometimes by downloading PDF files of the books. But I know it would cost a fortune cos I don't even know where to find one, Bookstores here aren't very helpful. But &lt;b&gt;any book &lt;/b&gt;would do, it's a book so it's something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Harry Potter Time-turner from Warner Bros. Store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- That shite cost, I don't know, a thousand perhaps and I am very much willing to buy one but due to the &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt; that it doesn't ship to the Philippines makes it impossible. I don't know how, but I'd really love to have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Any Harry Potter related thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Mostly, memorabilia (authentic ones) were sold by Warner Bros. but since again, it doesn't ship here, it adds to the list of the impossibles. Too bad, eh? But really, anything Harry Potter related would be dear to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Slytherin-themed accessories/trinkets/things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Since I am a Slytherin, I am very much eager to collect things related to my own house (Yes, I am sorted into Slytherin in Pottermore). I am also thinking about repainting my room with respect to Slytherin house color and probably put the Noble and Ancient House of Black family tree in one side but I know my Mum would probably kill me since I repainted this room just last year. So whether it's a &lt;b&gt;Slytherin scarf&lt;/b&gt; or a &lt;b&gt;Slytherin necktie&lt;/b&gt;, anything Slytherin, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not that kind of person who asks for techies for their birthday. I usually ask for things which are valuable to me so, as for now, these are the list of what's valuable to me. I hope I do get a thing or two from this list but if not, well.. better luck next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-1983710031320361623?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1983710031320361623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1983710031320361623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1983710031320361623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/wishlist.html' title='The Wishlist'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1529764472571607990</id><published>2011-09-06T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:34:01.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Fuck you. Just, fuck you</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You probably didn't know this but after we split up, we became friends and I was happy cos the friendship remained after all, I thought it remained but &lt;i&gt;he asked me what action would possibly hurt me the most, I told him that it would be when he would have someone new at this instant, that he'd move on that fast. And he said, he'd do that for him to get even. And he did.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I silently cursed the moment I heard &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; said that. Yes, of course I didn't know that until earlier when we were eating and talking about our typical topic - boys. Her statement left me in awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all things in a relationship, I consider fidelity as the most important, well yes, second to love of course. It's really a big deal to me when people would break their partner's trust and fuck up with someone else. It's a big deal, cos yes, romantic relationships are meant for two people only. Not one, or three but two. Yes, two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never imagined him to do that to her. He used to love her, or I don't know if love was already absent the time they split up because he had no time for her anymore but god! To get even?! Dafuq. He'd even go that low just to get even cos he felt tricked and she burst his fucking ego. &lt;i&gt;To get even&lt;/i&gt; for fuck sake! To get even!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to respect him, though lesser than how I respected anyone else at least I respected him. I &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to respect him until earlier. Of course, I am aware of all the stupidity and evil lurking in every man's brain but this was the lowest form of what I knew. Or maybe I have known it all. Now I don't know how to look at him. I don't know if I can face him without being obvious that I am full of anger for him. If only I can choose not to face his fucking face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to cry, I want to shout because I feel bad about her. I saw pain in her eyes when she told me what happened, and I wanna give him a good slap for that. He has no right to do that to her. She loved him -past tense, she &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to love him-. She did everything for him, she gave everything and this is what he did to her. How utterly awesome! Now I can shove it down his throat and give him a round of applause to inflate his ego. Now, I am not just indifferent to him but I clearly hate him, about to loathe him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one is allowed to hurt my Mom, not even you Dad, even if it happened years ago and for that my middle finger salutes you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-1529764472571607990?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1529764472571607990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-you-just-fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1529764472571607990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1529764472571607990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-you-just-fuck-you.html' title='Fuck you. Just, fuck you'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4350257954417943323</id><published>2011-08-23T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:00:46.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Keeping Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always decline whenever they ask me to go out with them. No, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;because I don't miss them. It's because I want to get used to this feeling of being away from them so that it won't be hard when it's time for me to leave. I know it's sounds selfish and stupid but I honestly believe it would help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to learn how to live &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. I've been living my life with someone to accompany me all the time, my friends, my mother and know I'm about to leave everyone behind. Yes, I won't be alone cos I'll be at my aunt together with my dad but it's not the same. So I guess the best way to train myself is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay away&lt;/span&gt; from them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked on my schedule. I'll see my churchmates the Sunday before I leave (that would be Thursday) and I'll see and hang out with me friends on Wednesday or probably Tuesday. Then it would be the last time I'd see them before I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'd go home by Christmas since everyone from my mother's side would be gathering until April (I guess) and I also need to go home for my books but I won't be seeing my friends during that time or maybe I won't let them know I'm here. Just me and my family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;keeping distance&lt;/span&gt;.&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/1994106664006581965-4350257954417943323?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4350257954417943323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/keeping-distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4350257954417943323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4350257954417943323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/keeping-distance.html' title='Keeping Distance'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2647710958405612640</id><published>2011-08-22T11:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:39:46.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic suggestion'/><title type='text'>"I'm making you forget about us."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqb6fw4zTj1qibprro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqb6fw4zTj1qibprro1_500.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yayy! Another Dramione related post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, this one reminds me of another fanfiction. It started with lust then ended with love but since Draco has this unavoidable &lt;i&gt;bloody&lt;/i&gt; mission as a &lt;i&gt;sodding&lt;/i&gt; Death Eater, they both know or he knows he can't be with Hermione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3732710/1/Silencio"&gt;Silencio&lt;/a&gt; by AkashaTheKitty which is sorta long. And &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7237464/1/Protections"&gt;Protections&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pseudopsycha. When you're done, tell me what you think. Comment below! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1994106664006581965-2647710958405612640?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2647710958405612640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-making-you-forget-about-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2647710958405612640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2647710958405612640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-making-you-forget-about-us.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m making you forget about us.&quot;'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-9158211689485567261</id><published>2011-08-21T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:53:39.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic suggestion'/><title type='text'>Draco//Hermione. All The Wrong Choices (by JoannaAlwaysAnd4eva)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hvA_Y0_lOgc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now this one reminds me of the first fanfiction that made me cry. Yes, guys. I shed some tears reading &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1976304/1/Basketcase"&gt;Basketcase&lt;/a&gt; by attica. I don't know if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re a Dramione shipper but I really recommend you to read this, though this story is more of me cos I prefer sad endings to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you've read it, or you're done reading it please do tell me what you think. Comment below! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-9158211689485567261?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/9158211689485567261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/dracohermione-all-wrong-choices-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/9158211689485567261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/9158211689485567261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/dracohermione-all-wrong-choices-by.html' title='Draco//Hermione. All The Wrong Choices (by JoannaAlwaysAnd4eva)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hvA_Y0_lOgc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-156556262677458840</id><published>2011-08-21T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:24:19.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dramione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Draco &amp; Hermione - Monster (by niicoleelee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_GaUAgERZDo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Dramione video. The song's just perfect for their story.&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/1994106664006581965-156556262677458840?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/156556262677458840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/draco-hermione-monster-by-niicoleelee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/156556262677458840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/156556262677458840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/draco-hermione-monster-by-niicoleelee.html' title='Draco &amp; Hermione - Monster (by niicoleelee)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_GaUAgERZDo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8935324990590646863</id><published>2011-08-18T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:02:13.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pottermore'/><title type='text'>Pottermore taught me to wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been three days since the first batch of welcome emails for Pottermore were sent and I haven't got any. The longer I stay on my Twitter Pottermore account, the more I get jealous to those who are already in the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this email since forever and I can't stop wondering if what system are they using to know who'll be included in the next batch. Obviously, it's not based on the day we've registered cos I know some people who registered on the first day but haven't got their mail yet. Some happened to register on the seventh day and they're already in. So yeah, whatever happened to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first come, first serve&lt;/span&gt;? My brain's considering if they're using a alphabetical system, probably based on usernames, but nothing's been proven. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; that's the case, then damn it all to hell. Damn it all cos my username starts with P. The sodding 16th letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made another &lt;a href="http://patronusqueen.tumblr.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; where I can fill it with my whole Pottermore experience (but of course, I'll post some things here too) and anything I'd experience there. Forgive me for hosting it on LJ, probably because they have communities and I've been joining some Harry Potter related communities. Believe me, I've had a hard time copping with the different &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; of the blog. Tried to consider Wordpress too but I think it'll make it more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the waiting continues and I don't have any idea when will the mail arrive. Hopefully soon, cos I'm dying to enter the Pottermore site and experience the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical experience&lt;/span&gt; first hand. Also anxious about the sorting, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not Hufflepuff&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/1994106664006581965-8935324990590646863?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8935324990590646863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore-taught-me-to-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8935324990590646863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8935324990590646863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore-taught-me-to-wait.html' title='Pottermore taught me to wait'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8704478951774443698</id><published>2011-08-10T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:15:14.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;! Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN..&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/1994106664006581965-8704478951774443698?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8704478951774443698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-having-life-dammit-if-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8704478951774443698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8704478951774443698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-having-life-dammit-if-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4377125510705044184</id><published>2011-07-30T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:14:33.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Cigarette puffs and water splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've had enough of those comforting words whenever I have these episodes. I know there's something behind this but I'm not yet ready to know what it is. As far as I know, I have this disorder that makes my life a living hell. As what I keep on saying, most people are thinking that these are just anxiety attacks or something to do with my inferiority complex, but I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying makes me calm down, but I had enough of it. There are times when I feel like crying but I can't find my tears, probably my well is near its bottom. Swimming makes me feel good too. I don't know why but I can think clearly whenever I'm in the water. And of course, smoking. Hey, I'm not a chain-smoker. I use this as my last choice, last move whenever I'm cornered. It helps me breath, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I chose the last two. I went out early to swim and had my time ruining my lungs for a while. Honestly, it felt great. I wonder how often I need to do these for me to calm down. Of course, I'm worried about my health but I'd rather risk it than losing my sanity. I wonder until when should do this. Is it possible to stop these episodes for me to also stop my habits? I wish smoking would be legal for me, coz believe it or not, it really helps.&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/1994106664006581965-4377125510705044184?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4377125510705044184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/cigarette-puffs-and-water-splash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4377125510705044184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4377125510705044184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/cigarette-puffs-and-water-splash.html' title='Cigarette puffs and water splash'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3178815096290313042</id><published>2011-07-24T05:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T05:32:53.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Pain &amp; Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's difficult to have no one to turn to. It's hard to flash a smile to everyone without feeling that pinch inside you. It's difficult to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone would think I'm transparent. I open up easily to others without hesitation. I really don't care what they'd think of me. I don't live to please them anyway. But what they don't see is that behind this cheerful, ill-tempered, fierce and strong me lies a soul who needs someone. Someone I could run into when I'm scared. Someone that could tell me that everything will be fine. Someone to assure me that I am not alone because despite the fact that I have gained friends along the way, I still feel so alone. I see them as someone who'd leave me eventually that's why I never learned to depend myself to someone. I need someone who'd let my guards down and let me accept that I can't be like this all the time, that sometimes I need to break down, I need to retreat &amp;amp; accept my defeat. I need someone that won't shelter my from pain but instead help me get over it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I need someone to believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; right now. Need, necessity, urgent need. I've been carrying this pain &amp;amp; anger for years already. I think it is on its limit &amp;amp; it's consuming me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm starting to hate myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many times I tried to open up to my friends, expecting them to understand but all they could say is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kaya mo yan"&lt;/span&gt; again &amp;amp; again. Can't they understand that I can't? I'm helpless, soon to be lifeless. Do you think I can go on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-3178815096290313042?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3178815096290313042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/pain-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3178815096290313042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3178815096290313042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/pain-anger.html' title='Pain &amp; Anger'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6868849557533667936</id><published>2011-07-24T01:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:49:51.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I hate you, Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been asked a lot of questions about him &amp;amp; I don't know what to say. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know him.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I grew up with him. I was in the first grade when he left for Manila. We had that communication before but it didn't bridged the gap between us. I grew up with him but I never spent enough quality time with him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't even miss him.&lt;/span&gt; How could I miss someone I barely know? That's mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny experience was when I was in 2nd year highschool. He went to our school to tell me that my Grandma's in the hospital. He waited for almost an hour, the whole lunch break for me while I was inside our room talking with my friends. I saw him, but I don't know him. Seriously. Funny but true, I didn't knew it was him until one of my elementary friends told me. I ended up crying. I called my Mom &amp;amp; told her that he came. She told me to talk to him &amp;amp; ask him why he came so I did but I just hugged him &amp;amp; cried. That was the first time I saw him after 7 years, when he left for Manila. But after that, nothing changed. He remained as the stranger I knew a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little communication when I was in 3rd year, but everything's the same. He was still the stranger I knew a long time ago. And then came my 4th year in highschool. It was graduation, he called &amp;amp; told him he came home to attend the ceremony but since our venue's friggin' small, each student was given two tickets for their parents and since I don't have my Dad, I gave it to my aunt &amp;amp; my Mom, of course. He called &amp;amp; I don't know what to say. I don't want to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastos&lt;/span&gt; but I don't want any drama over the phone so I told him I already gave the ticket to Tita. He said he's supposed to surprise me, blabla &amp;amp; bla. I didn't knew he'd come, no one can blame me. I went through my elementary years &amp;amp; graduated without him. Of course, I can still do it in highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't see this one coming. This friggin' problem that I had to come to him &amp;amp; ask for help. God knows how many times I asked Mom if she can do something about it without asking any help from him. I don't want to attach myself to that stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that I don't care about him, that he's just my biological father but never played the role of a father. I know, maybe because of what his family said.. I know he loves me but I can't feel it! I said I don't know have any feeling for him but know I'm taking it back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate him.&lt;/span&gt; I hate him for being so irresponsible. I hate him for leaving me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate him for calling me princess when I was four but eventually left me.&lt;/span&gt; I hate the fact that I didn't have the Dad I wanted. The father that would defend me from those bullies. The father that would hug him after every heartbreak saying that I'd still find my man. Maybe he's also the reason why I'm cynical, why I ended up being a pessimist &amp;amp; forgot to believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Eternal Love fanfiction made me feel envious. I envy Toff, Kath &amp;amp; Karl for having Francis as their Dad. Their Dad that would do anything for his family. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd kill to have one like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry Mom, you didn't have that happy ending. I'm sorry for being like him at times. I'm sorry for disappointing you. You're all that I've got so please be patient with me. I need you more than anyone else in this whole fucking world.&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/1994106664006581965-6868849557533667936?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6868849557533667936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-you-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6868849557533667936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6868849557533667936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-you-dad.html' title='I hate you, Dad'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8752388697611165731</id><published>2011-07-13T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:37:34.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I am afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It came back! It came back &amp;amp; it's consuming me right now at this moment. I am sick &amp;amp; tired of being afraid without any reason. Worst is, I don't know what am I afraid of or why am I afraid. It changes my mood instantly without any warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever people ask if I am okay, I tend to say "yes" for them to avoid asking more questions. Escape the drama, quit explaining. I am too tired to formulate an explanation for them to understand because I can't even explain it to myself. It's making me dumb. Dumber than usual. But you know what, with every "yes" comes a thought wishing that if only there's one person who'd debate on my answer and tell me that I am not okay. I am not okay, and I need someone to crush that make believe that I am. I am also fooling myself with every "yes" and I wish that someone would make me admit that &amp;amp; would not let me explain. I wish that someone would just look straight into my eyes &amp;amp; knows what to do already.. hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need every time this thing is on is one person to assure me that after this, everything will be fine. That I can still enjoy despite of being afraid. Someone who'd not ask me for an explanation why am I feeling this but still understand what I'm going through.&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/1994106664006581965-8752388697611165731?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8752388697611165731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8752388697611165731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8752388697611165731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-afraid.html' title='I am afraid'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8918791369569936658</id><published>2011-07-13T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:12:00.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sa&apos;yo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parokya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edgar'/><title type='text'>"Hindi ako santo, pero para sa'yo ako'y magbabago.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cJBt3AmrI5s" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Andre's fault! Haha. Now I'm having a last song syndrome. But seriously, this song meant a lot to me. Una nga nakalimutan ko na to eh, but everytime I play this song it reminds me of what I said 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Kapag nakita ko na ang lalakeng katulad ng sa kantang to, sya na talaga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told that to anyone kasi para di maspoil ang moment pag nakita ko na sya, but guess what.. Yes, I haven't met him. Sa limang lalake na dumaan sa buhay ko, walang tumugma. The song talked about a guy who's willing to change for the girl. Sarap pakinggan yung kanta eh, yung meaning, yung mismong lyrics but in the real world, that guy does not exist. Kahit i-Google mo pa sya, kahit ipahanap mo pa sya, I don't think anyone can change &amp;amp; give up their ways for someone. I mean, no one can &amp;amp; no one will.. lalake pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in finding this guy anymore, but if you're the one, please prove to me that I'm wrong. Please exist, for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8918791369569936658?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8918791369569936658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/hindi-ako-santo-pero-para-sayo-akoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8918791369569936658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8918791369569936658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/hindi-ako-santo-pero-para-sayo-akoy.html' title='&quot;Hindi ako santo, pero para sa&apos;yo ako&apos;y magbabago..&quot;'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cJBt3AmrI5s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2054956566927324949</id><published>2011-07-10T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:20:52.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are we still friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional'/><title type='text'>WHY ARE WE STILL FRIENDS XIII: Let's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Masaya na ko sa ganito. At least, magkasama kami palagi ni Kate. I'm spending time with the one I love without losing her as a friend. Di ko nga lang masabi yung totoo at maparamdam ng buong buo pero okay na din yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I don't want to assume things but I must admit, masaya ako at sana di na to magbago. Okay na sa akin yung feeling na isa ako sa mga pinaka importanteng babae sa kanya, kahit feeling lang yun. Sana di siya magsawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louie: Tol, sama ka sa amin this Friday. May event dun sa favorite bar mo.&lt;br /&gt;John: Ha? Teka, I'm not sure. I'll text you na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Ayan  ka na naman. Wag mong sabihing pass ka na naman.&lt;br /&gt;Louie: Is there a chic involved? Ha? Pakilala mo naman.&lt;br /&gt;John: No, no one's involved. Alam nyo namang wala akong girlfriend ngayon diba.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Ehem, I'll take note of that.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Then what's wrong? Di ka naman dating ganyan ah.&lt;br /&gt;Louie: Is this about Kate?&lt;br /&gt;John: Paano naman napasok si Kate sa usapan?&lt;br /&gt;(nagkatitigan sina Louie, Nico at Paul; tumawa)&lt;br /&gt;Louie: You know what dude, you can bring Kate if you want. Kilala na naman sya ng buong barkada eh.&lt;br /&gt;John: Fine. Pupunta ako pero I won't bring Kate, babae yun tol.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Kill joy nito. Malay mo naman she wants to come.&lt;br /&gt;(magsasalita na sana si John when Nico interrupted him)&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Okay na, shut up na. Pupunta ka na. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TGIF. Tama lang sigurong di ko na pinaalam kay Kate about tonight, baka makahalata. And for sure, pagsasabihan na naman ako nun tungkol sa pag-inom ko. I might end up feeling guilty tapos ang tropa naman ang magagalit sa di ko pag sipot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louie: At last! John, dumating ka rin.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: What took you so long? Your girl?&lt;br /&gt;John: Nagsisimula ka na naman ha. Tumigil ka, uupakan na talaga kita.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Kayong dalawa, tama na nga yan. We're here to party, com'on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(naghahanap na sila ng table when they saw someone from their highschool)&lt;br /&gt;Cherrie: Look who's here!&lt;br /&gt;John: Nasa Pinas ka na pala? Di ka man lang nagpasabi ha.&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Who's with you, Che?&lt;br /&gt;Cherrie: The girls, of course! Teka, mukhang kulang ang imbamen ah.&lt;br /&gt;Louie: Susunod daw yung iba, ewan ko lang kung susunod talaga. Haha! Saang table kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Cherrie: Favorite spot! We're lucky we came a bit early, buti nauna kami ng konti sa inyo. But you guys can share with us.&lt;br /&gt;Nico: Oh tara na! Yun hinihintay ko oh.&lt;br /&gt;John: Ikaw talaga, ang bilis mo sa chics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-2054956566927324949?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2054956566927324949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-are-we-still-friends-xiii-lets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2054956566927324949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2054956566927324949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-are-we-still-friends-xiii-lets.html' title='WHY ARE WE STILL FRIENDS XIII: Let&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2370069753482022020</id><published>2011-07-09T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:45:15.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Hindi-nakanuod-ng-concert Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there's such thing as post-concert depression, well I'm experiencing the hindi-nakanuod-ng-concert depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my Grandma's since Thursday so I didn't have any access to the internet except Twitter &amp;amp; Facebook on my phone. THURSDAY -- Mayday Parade had their concert at Meralco Theater. Andun dapat ako, nakaplano na lahat ng to last month when lo &amp;amp; behold, poof. I can't go to Manila agad-agad. I have to wait for October and since the concert's July, it's clear that I can't attend. I was sad that night. Being in your Grandma's house with no one to talk to sucks plus the fact that one of your favorite band's in the country for a concert and you're not there. Well some people tried to cheer me up so I kinda forgot about it for that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went home and checked my email &amp;amp; Facebook. My friend posted a link on my wall, a link to a video taken last Thursday. Nagdadalawang isip akong panuorin. Syempre, I know feelings would resurface but I gave in. When I heard their instruments played, and heard Derek's voice.. that instant, I started to cry. I was shouting &amp;amp; crying at the same time. Nanghihinayang ako. If only I convinced my aunt, if only I exerted much effort to convince her. They even played songs I memorized so while watching the video, I was singing &amp;amp; crying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung feeling na nakipagbreak ka? Yung lugmok na lugmok? Yung depress? Tangina, eto yun eh.. ang hirap tumawa kahit merong nakakatawa. Ang hirap magpatawa na hindi trying hard ang dating. All I wanted to do is watch the videos &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo na, over-acting na kung over-acting. I know a lot won't understand &amp;amp; I won't bother to explain it to you kasi wala ring point. Basta ang sakit lang.. sobra. Kasi alam mong malabong babalik sila dito. Kasi alam mong it might be your only chance but you blew it.&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/1994106664006581965-2370069753482022020?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2370069753482022020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/hindi-nakanuod-ng-concert-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2370069753482022020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2370069753482022020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/hindi-nakanuod-ng-concert-depression.html' title='Hindi-nakanuod-ng-concert Depression'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2109895127904062839</id><published>2011-07-07T00:32:00.051+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:40:30.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KathBie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABSCBN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathryn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Ibalik ang KathBie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a week since lumabas ang balitang papalitan si Albie Casiño sa kanyang mga upcoming projects (Growing Up - Daniel Padilla; Star Cinema Movie - Enrique Gil). There was no statement coming from the network kaya maraming nagsilabasang articles &amp;amp; speculations. Obviously, KathBie (Kathryn Bernardo &amp;amp; Albie Casiño) fans were devasted since this project was anticipated by everyone for almost a month already. Well, I can't blame people for saying things &amp;amp; using rude words to show their disappointment because this was plugged with Albie on its casts. Sino ba masisiyahan kapag excited ka na mapanuod ang isang palabas or movie then bigla mo na lang malalamang pinalitan ang isang cast na inaabangan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, me &amp;amp; my friend decided to ask people about their reaction/s sa pagkaudlot ng project/s ng KathBie on PEx (Pinoy Exchange), Facebook &amp;amp; Twitter and here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From ABS-CBN Forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://forums.abs-cbn.com/yaf_postst1304_Growing-Up-OT.aspx"&gt;http://forums.abs-cbn.com/yaf_postst1304_Growing-Up-OT.aspx&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;click photo to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm2X9gkXVMY/ThS48k36kTI/AAAAAAAAASY/mbX7coBxSLU/s1600/ABSForum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XUCRVOirOj4/ThSgcULPwfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/reAXF9bT_O8/s320/gabriella0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626298242805252594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;DM from @GoMiName_RaYe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrq9lqff4J0/ThSfMCA9FBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Vgx4ST474UU/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrq9lqff4J0/ThSfMCA9FBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Vgx4ST474UU/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626296863540712466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5sC9k8SYd0/ThSfMbjMu_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9vRhFHipgQM/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5sC9k8SYd0/ThSfMbjMu_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9vRhFHipgQM/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626296870395231218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPGa32NcU0g/ThSeJOkyT_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OTWUg4GLTSM/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPGa32NcU0g/ThSeJOkyT_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OTWUg4GLTSM/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626295715860991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIgE-zNbu9w/ThSeJUmNyMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bC3xDd8dHMg/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIgE-zNbu9w/ThSeJUmNyMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bC3xDd8dHMg/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25284%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626295717477599426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gPID8mlfiU/ThSeJqTqnSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Pe5CJKy66Wc/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gPID8mlfiU/ThSeJqTqnSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Pe5CJKy66Wc/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25285%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626295723305377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ORAXMZPCEo/ThSd3dNmTfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SF6YqdCsZLA/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25286%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ORAXMZPCEo/ThSd3dNmTfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SF6YqdCsZLA/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25286%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626295410552622578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UmoB7UjN8o/ThSd3Cazr0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nHYW15-dvO0/s1600/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25287%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2UmoB7UjN8o/ThSd3Cazr0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/nHYW15-dvO0/s320/GoMiNam_RaYe%2B%25287%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626295403360268098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweet from @iamchalocca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3DblQGBimM/ThScQOll7cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/p4FLUJEdVvs/s1600/iamchalocca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3DblQGBimM/ThScQOll7cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/p4FLUJEdVvs/s320/iamchalocca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626293637100203458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tweet from @JonaMaePerante&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oxU9ykhEDc/ThSbyPwuYvI/AAAAAAAAANI/j54kHBGL5Hg/s1600/JonaMaePerante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oxU9ykhEDc/ThSbyPwuYvI/AAAAAAAAANI/j54kHBGL5Hg/s320/JonaMaePerante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626293122019255026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tweet from @joy06mj&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCkXJbS0PxQ/ThSbSBxM6xI/AAAAAAAAANA/2cnBDWpTCUw/s1600/joy06mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rCkXJbS0PxQ/ThSbSBxM6xI/AAAAAAAAANA/2cnBDWpTCUw/s320/joy06mj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292568507345682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweet from @jusgu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP0dB1fm2jc/ThSaBkGfJPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/d2LO626wJZc/s1600/jusgu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP0dB1fm2jc/ThSaBkGfJPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/d2LO626wJZc/s320/jusgu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626291186154022130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tweet from @klaltheanicole&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McsEFXB4fs4/ThSZ4cDB1nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SoI8uA-so_A/s1600/klaltheanicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McsEFXB4fs4/ThSZ4cDB1nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SoI8uA-so_A/s320/klaltheanicole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626291029373212274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tweet from maezen_marie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rG38aHAvJMc/ThSZq5omBjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ihTQ-OUBEZE/s1600/maezen_marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rG38aHAvJMc/ThSZq5omBjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ihTQ-OUBEZE/s320/maezen_marie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626290796797232690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tweet from @meisTHWIRLIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljjZFlTFg94/ThSZdUXyFsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XPwNwsVQx8w/s1600/meisTHWIRLIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljjZFlTFg94/ThSZdUXyFsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XPwNwsVQx8w/s320/meisTHWIRLIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626290563456308930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet from @nicnich7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2l-TvvhnkWU/ThSX9y7e9BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Cjy-3D8iqV4/s1600/nicnich7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2l-TvvhnkWU/ThSX9y7e9BI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Cjy-3D8iqV4/s320/nicnich7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626288922391671826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet from @pamelacanopin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CD4G_Xt4I0/ThSXbjd6BDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UoXN6mj9NfM/s1600/pamelacanopin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CD4G_Xt4I0/ThSXbjd6BDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UoXN6mj9NfM/s320/pamelacanopin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626288334125532210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet from @purpleyellow_07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m3EvdNmRZM/ThSXMtp5NtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9HHTdJbOc1M/s1600/purpleyellow_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m3EvdNmRZM/ThSXMtp5NtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9HHTdJbOc1M/s320/purpleyellow_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626288079162128082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweet from @rrrhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2cVaILcpw0/ThSWziijXKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wkf8GLShXSE/s1600/rrrhea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2cVaILcpw0/ThSWziijXKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wkf8GLShXSE/s320/rrrhea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626287646681816226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweet from @SamShine1702&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DuyPIsAVwqo/ThSWj69Kz9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/LKBp4DBTaiA/s1600/SamShine1702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DuyPIsAVwqo/ThSWj69Kz9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/LKBp4DBTaiA/s320/SamShine1702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626287378357997522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweet from @thestar2027&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RddnX27s_go/ThSWJg_r2hI/AAAAAAAAALw/J-hXLc2ZcZY/s1600/thestar2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RddnX27s_go/ThSWJg_r2hI/AAAAAAAAALw/J-hXLc2ZcZY/s320/thestar2027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626286924712630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DM from @TheXmasCarol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTVisn_uOwk/ThSU-cxh_zI/AAAAAAAAALY/_4kzhOa_NTo/s1600/TheXmasCarol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTVisn_uOwk/ThSU-cxh_zI/AAAAAAAAALY/_4kzhOa_NTo/s320/TheXmasCarol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285635089334066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X04m9ri90s8/ThSU-VnR3TI/AAAAAAAAALg/LhO0oTn71mg/s1600/TheXmasCarol%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X04m9ri90s8/ThSU-VnR3TI/AAAAAAAAALg/LhO0oTn71mg/s320/TheXmasCarol%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285633167285554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU2b0U8q5IM/ThSU-wDuFmI/AAAAAAAAALo/gZtQbX2blfg/s1600/TheXmasCarol%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cU2b0U8q5IM/ThSU-wDuFmI/AAAAAAAAALo/gZtQbX2blfg/s320/TheXmasCarol%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626285640265897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet from @toringtj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lP3t-lB_AUo/ThSSoi7VFLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JrRsvhJMlqA/s1600/toringtj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lP3t-lB_AUo/ThSSoi7VFLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JrRsvhJMlqA/s320/toringtj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626283059760665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet from @tweetiicuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XzJCq9054Ww/ThSRoXf6dNI/AAAAAAAAALI/MgDVyEFmT5A/s1600/tweetiicuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XzJCq9054Ww/ThSRoXf6dNI/AAAAAAAAALI/MgDVyEFmT5A/s320/tweetiicuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626281957181256914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal reaction? I am a KathBie fan, so therefore I am affected. I think it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unfair&lt;/span&gt;. Alam nyo yung feeling na your parents promised you something pero di natupad, it's like that. Ang sakit isiping parang di man lang inisip ng management what the fans would feel.  Marami ang kinikilig with their ASAP production number with Julia-Diego, EJ-Empress &amp;amp; JM-Lauren tapos papalitan pala. Julia even plugged their movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; Albie during Chill Out tapos mawawala din pala? Siguro kung hindi naiplug ang Growing Up &amp;amp; movie with Albie, maiintindihan namin although some would still question the management bakit hindi si Albie ang ka-partner ni Kath but this one's different. Growing Up was announced pa nga the night Mara Clara ended diba, and it was clearly stated that it's with Albie, Kathryn, Julia &amp;amp; Diego. Obviously fans would anticipate that! Then all of a sudden magigising na lang kami (I literally read that Push article when I woke up) na wala na pala sya sa show? Put yourselves in our shoes.. I am disappointed with the network I used to admire since I was a kid. Di ko alam kelan babalik pero nawala na ako ng gana with their announcements, good news, and all. Akala ko kasi, importante sa ABS-CBN ang views &amp;amp; opinions ng viewers. If this is about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;issue&lt;/span&gt;, then they proved me wrong. Mas importante pala ang mga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;royalties&lt;/span&gt; kesa mga taong I thought, pinapasaya nyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-2109895127904062839?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2109895127904062839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/ibalik-ang-kathbie.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2109895127904062839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2109895127904062839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/ibalik-ang-kathbie.html' title='Ibalik ang KathBie!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm2X9gkXVMY/ThS48k36kTI/AAAAAAAAASY/mbX7coBxSLU/s72-c/ABSForum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6255591244256680782</id><published>2011-07-02T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:35:42.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEXers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KMBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>KMBT PExers, group hug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to be productive despite the fact that I am not in the mood. I didn't see this one coming. I never thought I'd cry for something like this but yeah, I did. I want to put everything into writing instead of curling up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 days. 5 days of anxiousness, fear, pity and hopelessness. I, or should I say, WE'VE been through one of the toughest times we have to face. A lot of things have been going on recently and most of them are simply unfair, biased and unreasonable. My twitter timeline was filled with hate-tweets, curses both for the management and the one involved. Everyone felt that we were tricked by the management, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinaasa.&lt;/span&gt; We anticipated this for so long, planned for this &amp;amp; the movie but we didn't knew that our efforts will be thrown away, just like that. Alam mo yung feeling na you're waiting for your parents to give you something coz they promised but they didn't? That's it! It's heartbreaking. We also met different people on Twitter &amp;amp; PEx thread, both having positive &amp;amp; negative feedbacks of what we are doing. Others understands us while others are calling us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mababaw&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makitid ang utak.&lt;/span&gt; What they don't know is what we truly feel about this. If they would put themselves into our shoes, I know they'd act the same. It's not na nagpadala kami agad sa init ng ulo. We talked about this matter privately. We kept mum about this but this has pushed us into our limits. We're just humans, may feelings din kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, I am very much thankful that I have a bunch of aliens who stood by each other in this situation. Nakakataba ng puso yung feeling na kahit lugmok na lugmok ka na, they're offering you a hug to keep your spirit up. Yung kahit sila mismo masama ang loob, they still try their best to cheer others. This made our bond stronger and I know this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an alien. I have God &amp;amp; other aliens with me, therefore I will stand strong.&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/1994106664006581965-6255591244256680782?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6255591244256680782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/kmbt-pexers-group-hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6255591244256680782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6255591244256680782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/kmbt-pexers-group-hug.html' title='KMBT PExers, group hug!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4550007047909487383</id><published>2011-06-17T03:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T03:24:39.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangarap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parokya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edgar'/><title type='text'>R: Pangarap Lang Kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4UcYM9VMTIo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Official Music Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WnmueYll5Wo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Narrative  Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I really like this song though I can't relate to it. I love the harmony and the blending of Sir Chits and Ms. Happee's voice. Swak na swak, perfect eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mabuti pa sa lotto...&lt;br /&gt;May pag-asang manalo...&lt;br /&gt;Di tulad sayo... impossible...&lt;br /&gt;Prinsesa ka... ako'y dukha&lt;br /&gt;Sa TV lang naman kasi may mangyayari&lt;br /&gt;At kahit mahal kita... wala akong magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Tanggap ko 'to aking sinta...&lt;br /&gt;Pangrap lang kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap maging babae&lt;br /&gt;Kung torpe iyong lalaki&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may gusto ka... di mo masabi&lt;br /&gt;Hinde ako iyong tipong nagbibigay motibo&lt;br /&gt;Conservative ako kaya di maaari&lt;br /&gt;At kahit mahal kita... Wala ako magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Tanggap ko 'to aking sinta, pangrap lang kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kahit mahal kita,&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Tanggap ko 'to aking sinta, pangrap lang kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Happee's part)&lt;br /&gt;Suiran wo hen ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Wo mei fenfa gaosu ni&lt;br /&gt;Wo xin zhong yi you oh ~ qinai&lt;br /&gt;Danshi shi wo de ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chito and Happee's part)&lt;br /&gt;At kahit mahal kita (da ai ni)&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong magagawa (wo zhen de mei fanfa)&lt;br /&gt;Tanggap ko 'to aking sinta&lt;br /&gt;Pangrap lang kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-4550007047909487383?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4550007047909487383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/r-pangarap-lang-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4550007047909487383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4550007047909487383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/r-pangarap-lang-kita.html' title='R: Pangarap Lang Kita'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4UcYM9VMTIo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6710525146375885781</id><published>2011-06-16T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:37:59.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>"It's not about the money, it's passion."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna write what I feel right now. Its just that this feeling sucks, big time. I can't find ways or even words to express it. I feel so down. I think that if I'd narrate everything here would just mean me telling the story but won't lighten up my mood but I'm writing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the friggin' course I'm gonna take next year. Okay, fine. I might have stated in one of my previous entries that I'm gonna take up AB Journalism with some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sureness&lt;/span&gt; with my words but guess what. That awesome sureness just left my last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with my Dad. No, he didn't called me on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my phone&lt;/span&gt;. Actually it was my aunt, her sister who called Grandma's phone since I slept there last night to baby sit her coz she had allergies with her meds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh God, if you only knew how much I hate baby sitting anyone.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, since Dad and Tita are together she asked me if I'd like to talk to him. Politeness flooded into me and I said yes (I actually regretted that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, BTW.). So yeah, being casual I asked him how he was and he asked me the same question in return. Done with the formal talk, we talked about why I stopped this year and he's like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I thought you're fine with engineering," "Engineering's great," "It just needs constant practice," "I know you're smart, you can do it,"&lt;/span&gt; bla bla and bla. I simply responded, "I don't like the course Pa. I hated it, to be honest. I never dreamed of being one actually." So he asked me about my plans for next year (He meant the course I'm gonna take). So I said I'd like to take up AB Journalism. Not that I didn't expected it I was still surprised when he actually discouraged me. He said journalist would only mean something if you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sikat&lt;/span&gt; like those news anchors seen on television and most journalist would get minimum pay since they're here for public service. He and my Tita suggested Liacom, said that I could apply in any company afterwards since it's a double-major course blabla and bla but I said I don't like commerce but they said it's easy and all and I just need patience for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't chose this just to earn that friggin' money in the future.&lt;/span&gt; I chose this coz I know I'm interested in this field and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this is my forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Talk about passion not money, for Christ sake! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my second shot and I want to own it this time.&lt;/span&gt; I won't study for that fuckin' course just because I'll earn big in it. Fuck you, people for thinking that everything is all about that friggin' money. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not about the money, it's passion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;- Madam Anna, 100 Days to Heaven&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/1994106664006581965-6710525146375885781?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6710525146375885781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-not-about-money-its-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6710525146375885781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6710525146375885781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-not-about-money-its-passion.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s not about the money, it&apos;s passion.&quot;'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-617092586491620843</id><published>2011-06-15T04:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:46:06.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Ex-girlfriends are easily forgotten..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoAlD9KOgvI/TffIFv8JuDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/v-7RGFI_xMU/s1600/Capture.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoAlD9KOgvI/TffIFv8JuDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/v-7RGFI_xMU/s400/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618179061261645874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That line said it all..&lt;i&gt; Best friends stay with you forever. &lt;/i&gt;I will stay with you forever.&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/1994106664006581965-617092586491620843?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/617092586491620843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/ex-girlfriends-are-easily-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/617092586491620843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/617092586491620843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/ex-girlfriends-are-easily-forgotten.html' title='Ex-girlfriends are easily forgotten..'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoAlD9KOgvI/TffIFv8JuDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/v-7RGFI_xMU/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1757397487229673717</id><published>2011-06-09T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:23:52.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>The bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While writing the previous blog entry, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/palagi-syang-nandyan-para-sa-akin.html"&gt;"Palagi syang nandyan para sa akin.."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(which happens to be a continuation of my lame story stuck in my blog) something hit me. I'm a sucker for these love stories. Stories about finding your one true love which happens to be your bestfriend. Stories how simple strangers became friends and eventually fell in love with each other. Believe it or not, I want this love story to happen in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my love story is not that nice. My heart was broken several times already and as for now, I choose not to fall in love again. But then, as what others say no one can escape love's calling and little did I know I was falling in love once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was not my bestfriend. Well, somehow I see myself as his bestfriend coz basically I'm always there for him. Talk about his heartbreaks and break-ups, name it! I was there beside him. He was the best boy friend I ever had. He cared for me, well not just for me actually but also to his other girl friends but I feel more secured when I'm with him. I am comfortable with him and then yes, the time came when I fell for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not a happy ending since he didn't know any of these (well except he reads this) and the feeling's not mutual at all. But nevertheless, I'm happy to have him around even as a friend and that's something I wouldn't give up for this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-1757397487229673717?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1757397487229673717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1757397487229673717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1757397487229673717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/bestfriend.html' title='The bestfriend'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2976653954351084301</id><published>2011-06-08T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:50:47.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Korea's Got Talent: Choi Sung-Bong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BewknNW2b8Y?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if I cried because of his life story. I had goosebumps when he sang. This video is worth your time. You gotta press that play button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-2976653954351084301?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2976653954351084301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/koreas-got-talent-choi-sung-bong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2976653954351084301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2976653954351084301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/koreas-got-talent-choi-sung-bong.html' title='Korea&apos;s Got Talent: Choi Sung-Bong'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BewknNW2b8Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8260821252303102643</id><published>2011-06-03T23:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:07:10.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mara clara'/><title type='text'>Mara Clara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDekKxcQMJI/Tej_JMfP1iI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2Ed99V9AUAI/s320/Mara_Clara_2010_Title.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614017468953515554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mara Clara Logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umsuig8kATI/TekHL1l-_pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hDMIUd-Vobk/s320/mara-clara-with-juday-and-gladys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Si Mara at Clara, noon at ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HM6YW7K3gHo/Tej_JQZPBCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0svhxOaEGWQ/s320/Mara-Clara-the-Movie-2011.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614017470002037794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mara Clara Original Poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qtgaf0RLKns" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mara Clara Full Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n-oPWQJSgLc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Noon at Ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost 8 months ago, Mara Clara remake started to air on Philippine Television (exactly October 25, 2010). I kinda know the plot of this teleserye so I didn't bothered to watch. When I first watched it (not that I intended to), una kong pinuna ang suot ni Clara. The one when she wore plaid skirt and black turtle-neck long sleeve. Sabi ko agad, "Ugh, Blair Waldorf." Especially with her curls and headband. Nainis ako kasi ginagaya ang fashion sense ni Blair so I didn't dared to watch it again. Well sometimes na papanuod ko sya kung lumabas ako sa kwarto ko which I rarely do kasi I don't watch TV. I kinda knew the pace of the story, yung bumait si Clara at nakipagkaibigan kay Mara. Yung nilublob ni Gary si Desiree sa putikan. Piling scenes lang yung napapanuod ko if ever I had the chance to watch it since di ko rin naman inaabangan at pinapatapos.  Everyone's talking about how cute Mara's leading man, Christian is and I really didn't give a damn. Until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XB7z2sqo3Gs/TekEant8lgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pcu_2KmLgsc/s320/149211_163905803647203_158203337550783_278403_7529444_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..this. I saw the scene when Christian catched Mara noong tinulak siya ni Desiree, then I instantly saw sparks flying around them. Then I said, "Hmm, pwede." Not that I became an official Mara Clara fanatic but I instantly fell in love with their love team. Kinilig ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSUh5IgYhG8/TekKGQ6lLjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7zXryEKcNfE/s320/tumblr_lm80mqSjFZ1qbn1vj.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mara Clara: Book Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dito na ko talagang nagsimula manuod. Exactly the part when Lola Lupe read Karlo's diary and attempted to burn it. Mas naexcite kasi ako, sabi ko "At last, it's Clara's karma na." Nagsimula na din akong mag-abang ng MarTian (Mara-Christian) moments. I became a fan girl of a local TV show nang dahil sa MarTian. Kinilig, inabangan, humangad na sana makatagpo din ng isang Christian Torralba just like any typical girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nagsimula na kong mag-abang, tumutok at makibahagi sa bawat episode ng Mara Clara. I became addicted to it. I joined KathBie MarTian PEx thread, met other fanatics via Twitter, joined the power tweet brigade for more KathBie scenes, naapektuhan sa mga kaganapan.. it was like a drug to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwA_WGH-9Fo/TekNmIC8wnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8L5PwhDAaAA/s320/tumblr_lm80dc3pYb1qbeohvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Friendship Clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTx_2MweySs/TekNmZF7C2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/l13Nac1Qkps/s320/tumblr_lm80agjWFU1qaigrao1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Last Scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last few scenes that showed how Mara still cared for Clara while she was in a mental institution, the friendship clip and the last part when Clara was finally out of the institution and they both hugged each other made me cry. I was moved by Mara's kind heart. Honestly kung ako yun, di ko magagawang patawarin ang taong halos sumira na ng buhay ko but she was really kind enough to let it all go. Buti na lang Clara changed and accepted her mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sa kanyang pagtatapos, di ko maexplain ang naramdaman ko. Lungkot kasi wala na yung pinapanuod ko, masaya kasi successful ang show nila at proud sa success ng Mara Clara team. The show taught us so many things at siguro I don't need to sum it all up just to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATULATION TO THE MARA CLARA TEAM. Pinasaya nyo kami, pinaluha, ininis, pinakilig at lahat lahat na. Thank you so much!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do not own any picture used in this entry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8260821252303102643?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8260821252303102643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/mara-clara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8260821252303102643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8260821252303102643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/mara-clara.html' title='Mara Clara'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDekKxcQMJI/Tej_JMfP1iI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2Ed99V9AUAI/s72-c/Mara_Clara_2010_Title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4397221173229201326</id><published>2011-06-03T18:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:53:38.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are we still friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional'/><title type='text'>WHY ARE WE STILL FRIENDS II: The first meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos na ang graduation, college enrollment na. Eto na naman ang walang katapusang pila sa accounting office at college offices. Kate has no options left, she has to take Accounting or else di sya pagpapaaralin ng Mom nya. May business kasi sila and being the only child, it's expected na sya ang magtataguyod nito after college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Can I just say no? Ano ba naman kasi, akala ko ba ako yung mag-aaral tapos sila yung mamimili ng kurso ko? Oh, com'on. This is unfair! I thought college is equal to freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;College? Isa yan sa mga hindi kasama sa listahan ni John pero ano pa nga ba ang magagawa nya? Kahit anong gawin nya, di uubra sa parents nya ang mga palusot nya. Buti na lang pinayagan sya na pumili ng course na gusto nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fine. I'll give Information Technology a try. Pasalamat sila mahilig din ako sa computer. Ayoko naman talagang mag-aral eh, sila lang yung pilit ng pilit. Kailangan daw sa future, para mapakinabangan ko raw sa pagtanda ko. Eh andyan naman sila, bakit kailangan ko pang magsumikap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enrollment. Nakapila sa accounting si John para magbayad ng enrollment fee. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Buti na lang sobra ang hiningi ko. May ipang gigimik ako mamaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teller: Sir, you need to fill this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh shoot! Wala akong ballpen dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(bumalik sa upuan) Uhm, Miss? Can I borrow your pen? Excuse me, Miss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kate: (tinanggal ang earphones) Oh, sorry. Ano yun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John: Sabi ko, pahiram ng pen mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kate: Ah, here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John: (nagmadaling tapusin ang form at binalik sa babae ang pen) Eto, salamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kate: No problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John: (bumalik sa teller at nagbayad)&lt;br /&gt;Kate: (umalis na din palabas na ng university)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I'll be a different world this time. New faces, new experiences. Sana this time walang makasisira ng goal ko until graduation. I just need to finish this for my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Mas lumawak na naman mundo ko ngayon, ano kaya ang madadagdag sa buhay ko ngayon? Pff. Ang sagwa, senti ko lang. Haha! Matawagan na nga lang ang tropa para makagimik na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4397221173229201326?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4397221173229201326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4397221173229201326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4397221173229201326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-meeting.html' title='WHY ARE WE STILL FRIENDS II: The first meeting'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2021037780586287450</id><published>2011-06-03T03:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:53:35.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are we still friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional'/><title type='text'>WHY ARE WE STILL FRIENDS I: Two opposite souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Graduation. Noon, excited akong mag fourth year pero hindi dito. Ayoko kasi malayo sa mga kaibigan ko, ang mga taong inaasahan ko. Mga taong kasangga ko kahit anong mangyari. Para sa akin, sapat na ang mga alaala ko sa high school, masaya na ko sa mga ito. Di ko na kailangang maghanap ng iba. Kontento na ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I'm Kate. Only child. Graduating high school student. Has a strong personality at palaging nasasabihang suplada. Well, I admit. Suplada nga rin naman ako pero sa mga taong nararapat lang sa ugaling ito. To be honest, I'm generous and soft-hearted hindi nga lang masyadong halata. Papano ba naman kasi, sa mundo ngayon may tao pa ba na nararapat sa kabaitan ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At last, ga-graduate na kami ng tropa. Pwede na naming gawin ang gusto naming gawin. Sino ba naman kasi ang gustong manatili dito sa high school? Bawat galaw, parang minamatyagan. Bawat kasalanan di pwedeng madaan sa usapan, dapat may katapat na sanction. At last, makakalaya na kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ako si John. Mahilig sa skate. Friendly, makulit, maaasahan, at takbuhan ng kaibigan. Mabait daw ako pero minsan isip bata. Makitid din daw ang pag-intindi at medyo selfish. Di naman nila ako masisisi. Gusto ko lang namang maramdamang may nagmamahal at nag-aalala sa akin. Attention seeker na kung yun ang gusto nyong itawag sa akin pero yun din naman ang totoo. Sino ba kasi ang gustong naiiwan palagi? Left out ba tawag dun, ah oo, yun nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-2021037780586287450?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2021037780586287450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-opposite-souls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2021037780586287450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2021037780586287450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-opposite-souls.html' title='WHY ARE WE STILL FRIENDS I: Two opposite souls'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-5713879968765333313</id><published>2011-06-02T04:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:47:22.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>How can I start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been seeing this opportunity as a way to follow my dream and do what I wanted to but somehow it ended up as something that would trigger my inferiority complex. Of course, I want to be there. I want to study there but thinking about the fact that people there are very much competitive and far different with the environment I came from makes me feel stupid and small and low. Whether it's in UP or UST or DLSU or anywhere, I feel that I am behind everyone there. I might not be worthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing that keeps on bothering me is about the requirement of having no failing grade. It's not that I doubted myself that much but I really don't think I did well in my classes not just in summer. I feel like I don't have any bragging rights that I was once an Engineering student and I feel bad about it. So yeah, about that &lt;i&gt;"no failing grade" &lt;/i&gt;thing. My mind's bugling me and the fact that I am thinking "What if I didn't passed?" gives me goosebumps and twists my stomach. Not that I see myself as someone incapable to pass but I keep on seeing myself as someone who's low and unworthy of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can I just be happy with my life right now and see myself pursuing my dreams? I know I am determined but every time I think about it something pulls me down to the bottom and that is my fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-5713879968765333313?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5713879968765333313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-can-i-start.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/5713879968765333313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/5713879968765333313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-can-i-start.html' title='How can I start?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-533785865726508244</id><published>2011-05-30T02:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:46:45.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Well, hello freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought I'd be happy like I am right now. Finally..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite of what me and Mom are experiencing, it really made me feel so much lighter when at last, I was able to tell my inner thoughts about my course. &lt;i&gt;"Indi na ko sang engineering. Kung gina suka ya ko, mas gina suka ko sya."&lt;/i&gt; Those were the exact words that came from my mouth. I thought Mom would somehow scold me for my use of words but surprisingly no. She asked me to find a school for a course in English or Language major and agreed to the idea that I SHOULD shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very unexpected thing for my Mom to say but she did and it made my heart leap. This year, I'd be staying at home and will rant about missing school coz I'd probably miss it after several months of not seeing my mates. I'm trying to find a school with the said degree and to my biggest surprise, I saw the course that interested me the most at UP Diliman. Whoa, right? Actually, the sound of me being there is a big "whoa" already. I feel like I don't belong there since I stereotyped that school to be a home for the "matatalinos" which I don't belong. But nevertheless, I'm gonna try my luck and ask my Dad about it. Mom said she cannot afford to send me off to Manila so probably, if my Dad won't agree then I'll settle for a degree in UP Miagao or University of San Carlos in Cebu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much thoughts for tonight. No words can describe how happy I am right now. I literally cried when I digested the fact that I am no longer an engineer. Well, coz I never imagined myself to be one someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-533785865726508244?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/533785865726508244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-hello-freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/533785865726508244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/533785865726508244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-hello-freedom.html' title='Well, hello freedom'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6081631305247533795</id><published>2011-05-29T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:46:50.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't in this situation before so basically I don't know how to handle this. Ngayon ko lang nakita si Mama na ganito, ngayon lang kaya hindi ko maiwasang maiyak everytime I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not a good daughter, I am not a good student pero yung totoo I care about her all the time. I'm so clueless kung ano ang gagawin ko ngayon to help her. I want to help her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bakit naman kasi ganito? Bakit kailangan pang magkaganito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6081631305247533795?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6081631305247533795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wasnt-in-this-situation-before-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6081631305247533795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6081631305247533795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wasnt-in-this-situation-before-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-629060182496550617</id><published>2011-05-23T02:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:46:55.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>We're just having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l0-Bs5_QgjY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So what we get drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;So what we smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;We're just having fun&lt;br /&gt;We don't care who sees&lt;br /&gt;So what we go out&lt;br /&gt;That's how it's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Living young and wild and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Living young, wild &amp;amp; free.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I wanna live a life like that but obviously I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sooooo hooked with that song. Definitely the story of my life and my circle of friends. Well basically, I am not your super role model teenager. Consider me as a bad influence. A black sheep. Whatever you wanna name it. But I assure you guys, I am definitely enjoying myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Missed drinking with friends. I've been on a good track lately because of my summer class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj29pa25p51qbddyzo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 233px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkxbnamaj21qbddyzo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkxbnamaj21qbddyzo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&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/1994106664006581965-629060182496550617?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/629060182496550617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/were-just-having-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/629060182496550617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/629060182496550617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/were-just-having-fun.html' title='We&apos;re just having fun'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l0-Bs5_QgjY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1689070455689399149</id><published>2011-05-21T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:47:00.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1e76ircRhpw/TddCuDKmdoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKJuzyUTOjQ/s320/Capture.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609025219804427906" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W4bTRHn0dKM/TddCuTet-jI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q8MupWp2XXY/s320/Capture2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609025224183773746" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4f_ldU7XcQ/TddCuxxa88I/AAAAAAAAAGY/w0mgqwh7GrE/s320/Capture3.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609025232315282370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feels like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1994106664006581965-1689070455689399149?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1689070455689399149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/feels-like-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1689070455689399149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1689070455689399149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/feels-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1e76ircRhpw/TddCuDKmdoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CKJuzyUTOjQ/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-5328789290847540296</id><published>2011-05-21T01:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:10:20.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>One great love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I cried because of that video. And yes, somehow something resurfaced. Old love, past relationship. Now I'm pretty sure "that" it didn't end. Well actually, this video just triggered something in me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back track. It's been 21 months since we've met and it's been 16 months since he decided to end everything. It was a literal suicide for me. I am not good in handling break-ups. It felt like my world crushed and everything was falling apart. I skipped school often. I seldom study. I often go out and drink. I don't recognize myself anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I've got to admit, he was my one great love. Well, for now. Yes he is and everything was just thrown away. But I don't think "everything" was thrown away, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess a part of me will always keep him&lt;/span&gt; and recall all the sweet memories once shared. We we're happy until she came to the picture I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why I'm writing this now. Its just that everytime I watch videos like this while I am on attack, memories about him flashes back. He was someone in my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-5328789290847540296?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5328789290847540296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-great-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/5328789290847540296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/5328789290847540296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-great-love.html' title='One great love?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6939540116393801031</id><published>2011-05-20T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:47:13.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reject'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Stranger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been months since the last time I saw him. You know that feeling? The one that makes you wanna hug that person the moment you see him/her. Yes, exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never imagined seeing him would toss my mood upside down. I was okay two nights before that, we were okay. I was soooooo excited to see him when he told me he'd drop by our school to get his transcript. Yeah, he was there. He came to where I was usually staying while waiting for my next class but he wasn't the *toooot* he was before, or maybe the one I thought I knew? He was "suplado." I asked him to sit with us, but he refused. It's like he don't want me to touch him. UMIIWAS SYA &amp;amp; ALL and I seriously don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes me feel bad? The feeling of being rejected. I did everything to lighten up the mood that day. I was so excited to tell him stories of how my summer was with all these classes but he wasn't that excited as I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did he have to go there if he would just ignore me?&lt;i&gt; Sana di na lang sya nagpakita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6939540116393801031?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6939540116393801031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6939540116393801031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6939540116393801031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/stranger.html' title='Stranger?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4148747943894794629</id><published>2011-05-16T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:48:24.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry for being an asshole with my posts and other rants all over the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least, I'm not a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shiny plastic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't feel well and I've been under &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bipolar attacks&lt;/span&gt; frequently these past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncool, I know but what can I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4148747943894794629?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4148747943894794629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-sorry-for-being-asshole-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4148747943894794629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4148747943894794629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-sorry-for-being-asshole-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1409725460709224543</id><published>2011-05-16T14:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:48:29.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAUDJJJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>39 months &amp; still counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nYKvySfODQ/TdDMhXQGlzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HIC1uqt-HQ4/s1600/m.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nYKvySfODQ/TdDMhXQGlzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HIC1uqt-HQ4/s320/m.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607206409625573170" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was taken last May 14, 2011. Yeah, our monthsary and we've been together for 39 months already. I can clearly remember how I became close to these bunch of weird yet adorable peeps.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;I was nursing a broken heart way back when I was in 3rd year highschool. Chackie and I know someone who was "kinda" related to my ex so we started talking about it all of the time. Then I started hanging out with them. I joined in their "plot" of surprising Mimay on her birthday and that night, I was also considered as a part of the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I consider myself as a black sheep among them. I am the only one (I guess) with vices and the only one who don't seem to care about my studies. I am purely different compared to them. But you know what, these guys brings out the best in me. They're the only reason why I turned down a drinking invitation from a friend. HAHA! Which is soooooo not usual to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd do everything for them. Yes, we may have bumpy roads ahead but we'll be together until the end. Just a friendly reminder - Hurt them, and I'll seriously kill you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1994106664006581965-1409725460709224543?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1409725460709224543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/39-months-still-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1409725460709224543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1409725460709224543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/39-months-still-counting.html' title='39 months &amp; still counting'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5nYKvySfODQ/TdDMhXQGlzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HIC1uqt-HQ4/s72-c/m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-540541557039088212</id><published>2011-05-16T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:48:33.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is fckin bullsh8t! I waited for almost 10 hours for my video to be uploaded, then what?! Youtube disabled the audio because of some copyright issues. The hell! Why other videos are still on Youtube if there are copyright issues in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pissed, annoyed, name it all! I woke up with this and this seriously ruined my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-540541557039088212?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/540541557039088212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-fckin-bullsh8t-i-waited-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/540541557039088212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/540541557039088212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-fckin-bullsh8t-i-waited-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6867596171759690202</id><published>2011-05-12T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:38:58.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07'/><title type='text'>7/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbexC4kyKAc/Tcv8L4djmzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2BasFzOtXJk/s1600/Picture0008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbexC4kyKAc/Tcv8L4djmzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2BasFzOtXJk/s320/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605851442257828658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now, yes. This is my most treasured item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit naman kasi hindi, eh sa course ko pag wala kang calculator gagapang ka sa pagssolve. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6867596171759690202?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6867596171759690202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/7100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6867596171759690202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6867596171759690202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/7100.html' title='7/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbexC4kyKAc/Tcv8L4djmzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2BasFzOtXJk/s72-c/Picture0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7920977076572552852</id><published>2011-05-11T18:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T18:18:16.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Don't judge unless you know the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Srsly guys? Your negative side comments are not necessarily need. Of course, you're entitled with your own fckn opinion but do you really need to say this and that? I mean, you gotta &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;respect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dude! &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;We don't know the real and complete story behind it so why judge like you know everything? &lt;/b&gt;Don't judge unless you know the everything. Even Google who knows it all doesn't breath a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry, but yes I'm affected with the issue. I don't need to narrate everything here, not necessary just like your negative comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stop stereotyping! It sucks.. bigtime! There's a nothing wrong when someone has vices. They don't have to perfect, they're just human so save your energy and shut the fck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7920977076572552852?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7920977076572552852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-judge-unless-you-know-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7920977076572552852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7920977076572552852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-judge-unless-you-know-story.html' title='Don&apos;t judge unless you know the story'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3325510015144502735</id><published>2011-05-11T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T18:09:56.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='06'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>6/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgWpjR5zpkw/TcpfcBh7gWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7-9gl9g8CEw/s1600/blair1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgWpjR5zpkw/TcpfcBh7gWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7-9gl9g8CEw/s320/blair1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605397621267726690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;No, not Blair Waldorf coz obviously she's a fictional character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Yes, Leighton Meester. My super duper girl crush. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-3325510015144502735?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3325510015144502735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/6100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3325510015144502735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3325510015144502735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/6100.html' title='6/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgWpjR5zpkw/TcpfcBh7gWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7-9gl9g8CEw/s72-c/blair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-316278868389484860</id><published>2011-05-06T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:57:31.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>5/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxzZm-3AJcU/TcLWntCkHzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ArCqETbGRjU/s1600/private_1_a88d3d85fcd04b09a10587cc2c55ce359083df42c8664c614a3b9817abe1b4bel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxzZm-3AJcU/TcLWntCkHzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ArCqETbGRjU/s320/private_1_a88d3d85fcd04b09a10587cc2c55ce359083df42c8664c614a3b9817abe1b4bel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603276863995911986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot the exact date but this was 2008 and I was in 2nd year high school.&lt;div&gt;The very first time I met Callalily. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kuya Kean, I miss you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-316278868389484860?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/316278868389484860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/5100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/316278868389484860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/316278868389484860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/5100.html' title='5/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxzZm-3AJcU/TcLWntCkHzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ArCqETbGRjU/s72-c/private_1_a88d3d85fcd04b09a10587cc2c55ce359083df42c8664c614a3b9817abe1b4bel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1046478615326020657</id><published>2011-05-01T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T11:00:48.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='04'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>4/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koyZeOtvlBY/TbzMbbwgxJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k1-KBorMXGU/s1600/100_3288.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koyZeOtvlBY/TbzMbbwgxJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k1-KBorMXGU/s320/100_3288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601576808221820050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 27, 2010&lt;div&gt;This was the greatest night of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-1046478615326020657?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1046478615326020657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/4100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1046478615326020657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1046478615326020657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/4100.html' title='4/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-koyZeOtvlBY/TbzMbbwgxJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k1-KBorMXGU/s72-c/100_3288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-103813160856389848</id><published>2011-04-30T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:49:55.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Watch your back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate how people react when someone has vices, especially na artista sila. Like, hello?! They're humans dude. You don't expect them to be perfect. They have their own flaws. And to think that people are already judging them at their age by now, I know mas marami pang issues in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what's nakakainis? Yung mga taong nagsasabing, "Oh, sayang sya." ganito, ganyan. Ba't sayang? Nawala ba ang future nya dahil sa ginawa nya? Parang tingin nyo naman sa kanila napakasamang tao na. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have you faced the mirror lately my dear?&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/1994106664006581965-103813160856389848?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/103813160856389848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/watch-your-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/103813160856389848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/103813160856389848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/watch-your-back.html' title='Watch your back'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7162349881203795080</id><published>2011-04-30T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:42:42.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='03'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>3/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFx0Q9fRbXw/TbvmuMLOMUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Bw1MXtgTpSQ/s1600/gg_1280X1024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFx0Q9fRbXw/TbvmuMLOMUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Bw1MXtgTpSQ/s320/gg_1280X1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601324242782007618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the drama, the scheming, the rivalry and the love story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chuck-Blair all the way bby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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/1994106664006581965-7162349881203795080?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7162349881203795080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/3100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7162349881203795080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7162349881203795080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/3100.html' title='3/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFx0Q9fRbXw/TbvmuMLOMUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Bw1MXtgTpSQ/s72-c/gg_1280X1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-9004813941082448802</id><published>2011-04-29T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T02:41:41.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='02'/><title type='text'>2/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Se9qpNDAL8/Tbm0QzY1ghI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rOG532W4NV0/s1600/25738_1314126256337_1326091253_30930711_3119535_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Se9qpNDAL8/Tbm0QzY1ghI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rOG532W4NV0/s320/25738_1314126256337_1326091253_30930711_3119535_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600705812377207314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Oh yeah. That's my Mom. Except being a mom she's also my bestfriend, mentor, cheerleader, conscience, financer, clown.. lahat na and she did everything for me. And if you'd ask me if I love her hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-9004813941082448802?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/9004813941082448802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/2100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/9004813941082448802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/9004813941082448802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/2100.html' title='2/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Se9qpNDAL8/Tbm0QzY1ghI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rOG532W4NV0/s72-c/25738_1314126256337_1326091253_30930711_3119535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3193054403071773418</id><published>2011-04-22T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:54:37.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='01'/><title type='text'>1/100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself and ten facts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-188JBNpKx3k/TbGVTamOs2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gmoS8-fEitY/s1600/IMG_2921%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-188JBNpKx3k/TbGVTamOs2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gmoS8-fEitY/s200/IMG_2921%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598419972587959138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I am monophobic. Try to google it if you don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I am bipolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I am weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I am nocturnal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I am a Twitter addict and I can't let the day pass without checking my Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I am a disappointment. I failed a lot of things already and I disappointed a lot of people too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. I find myself really unattractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. I find love fictional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. I am easily attached to what I am reading or watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. I am a blabbermouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-3193054403071773418?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3193054403071773418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/1100.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3193054403071773418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3193054403071773418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/1100.html' title='1/100'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-188JBNpKx3k/TbGVTamOs2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gmoS8-fEitY/s72-c/IMG_2921%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7815820592980387938</id><published>2011-04-22T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:12:25.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>The 100 Days Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My friend tagged me on facebook about the 100 Days Challenge thing I was planning to do a month ago but I forgot to. So, here's the list of what I need to do for the&lt;i&gt; challenge&lt;/i&gt; and it'll start... today. :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself with ten facts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 04 - A picture of your night &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most screwed up things with &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 19 - A picture and a letter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 31 - A picture of what you dream to wear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 32 - A picture of what you want for the next day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 33 - A picture of you &amp;amp; 1 of your very good friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 34 - A picture of your walet &amp;amp; stuffs inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 35 - A picture of your favorite place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 36 - A picture of u &amp;amp; ur sister &amp;amp; a 10 definition about her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 37 - A picture of the people you spend most of your time with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 38 - A picture of the best part of your day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 39 - A picture of your favorite movie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 40 - A picture of your favorite character&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 41 - A picture of u &amp;amp; ur mom &amp;amp; 5 special message u want to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 42 - A picture of your dream house.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 43 - A picture of something that makes u cry ! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 44 - A picture of someone you’re told you look like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 45 - A picture of you wished your room looked like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 46 - A picture of where you wish you were right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 47 - A picture of your favorite place to shop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 48 - A picture of your favorite actress/actor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 49 - A picture of where you live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 50 - A picture of what you'll be doing tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 51 - A picture of your dream car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 52 - A picture of your favorite friend on facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 53 - A picture of someone you think is hot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 54 - A picture of the one thing you would bring if u were stranded on an island.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 55 - A picture of u &amp;amp; ur recent ex boyfriend &amp;amp; a special msg to him/her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 56 - A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 57 - A picture of your favorite holiday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 58 - A picture of your favorite animal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 59 - A picture of a random item that you own w/c u like most&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 60 - A picture of something that makes u excited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 61 - School class picture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 62 - Last place you traveled to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 63 - a picture when u last received a medal / certificate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 64 - picture what u always do when u dont have class / work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 65 - A picture of you and ur group of friends in higschool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 66 - A picture of you &amp;amp; ur group of frends in college&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 67 - ONE thing in ur room that matters to u most&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 68 - A shoe that you like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 69 - picture of something u want to eat right now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 70 - Something you borrowed from someone else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 71 - A picture of some thing that was given to u by ur friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 72 - A picture of something that gives u strenght&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 73 - A picture of ur friend that makes u laugh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 74 - a picture of a place which u wish u can held your wedding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 75 - picture of u &amp;amp; ur cousins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 76 - a picture of u &amp;amp; ur 2 closest friend:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 77 - The last thing that you bought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 78 - Your watch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 79 - picture of a friend u think handsome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 80 - picture of a friend u think very talkative&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 81 - picture of a friend u think pretty! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 82 - picture u think u were very happy at that time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 83 - picture of u &amp;amp; ur teacher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 84 - picture of ur brother/s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 85 - Something pink &amp;amp; 5 reasons why u chose it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 86 - Something that ur frend gave u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 87 - picture of ur relatives that close to ur heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 88 - picture that u always eat when watching tv&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 89 - picture of u &amp;amp; 3 guy friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 90 - picture of ur current place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 91 - Something that made you smile today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 92 - picture of u &amp;amp; ur dad .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 93 - picture of a place where u work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 94 - a picture that u want to buy someday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 95 - place u want to go this december&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 96 - place u miss most &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 97 - picture of u &amp;amp; ur friend when ur last bday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 98 - Your favorite nail polish color&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 99 - picture that makes u feel happy today &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day 100 - The final picture of yourself with 15 facts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7815820592980387938?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7815820592980387938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/100-days-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7815820592980387938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7815820592980387938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/100-days-challenge.html' title='The 100 Days Challenge'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6926037803138537511</id><published>2011-04-21T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:34.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>This is not goodbye coz you'll be in our hearts forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAZ-H-DQRAY/TbAp56Io82I/AAAAAAAAAEA/n_uR6D4tSDI/s1600/P1000056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAZ-H-DQRAY/TbAp56Io82I/AAAAAAAAAEA/n_uR6D4tSDI/s320/P1000056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598020411656303458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been four days since I woke up with the news that AJ Perez died in a vehicular accident. That news was not the one I expected to receive on Mom's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was devastating. Though I wasn't a big fan of AJ, hearing the news broke my heart. I caught myself weeping then I decided to get up and change my display picture in Twitter and Facebook. Accepting it was really hard, and until now I cannot accept it. It was a really hard to celebrate Mom's birthday that day. I cannot enjoy because of the sadness I was keeping behind my smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know what I'm feeling is nothing compared to those who really know him personally especially his family. I avoided watching news because I was scarred to cry the moment they would feature something about him. I was on denial stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngayon, everytime I hear or read "Wala na si AJ." hindi na ganon ka sad ang nararamdaman ko pero everytime I'd see his picture and look straight in his eyes hindi ko napipigilang umiyak. Sayang, sayang si AJ. He was just my age. Marami pa siyang maaaring maabot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AJ, alam kong okay ka na ngayon kasi kasama mo na si papa God. Alam kong mahal na mahal ka niya kasi hindi ka na Niya hinayaang maghirap. Di ka naman mawawala eh, kasi alam kong hindi ka mawawala sa mga puso namin. Guide us AJ. We love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1994106664006581965-6926037803138537511?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6926037803138537511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-not-goodbye-coz-youll-be-in-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6926037803138537511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6926037803138537511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-not-goodbye-coz-youll-be-in-our.html' title='This is not goodbye coz you&apos;ll be in our hearts forever'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAZ-H-DQRAY/TbAp56Io82I/AAAAAAAAAEA/n_uR6D4tSDI/s72-c/P1000056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6375895022707302574</id><published>2011-04-21T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:16:19.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of'/><title type='text'>R: Tell Her Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Originally posted last March 28, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccNXQwQiI8s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ccNXQwQiI8s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A song that definitely moved me. Yung sasabihin mong, "Sana kahit iniwan niya ko, sasabihin niya din to." Yung feeling na kahit nagkahiwalay na kayo, masaya ka pa din kasi he still cares for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the feelings I never felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, you guys better listen to this song and tell me what you think. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;LYRICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her she is all that's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her everything's my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her this is not what I had planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell I am moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her love will come around, someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Please tell her not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I never meant for love to leave her cold tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Please tell her that I tried to spare her all my lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her I am lost in misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her I have lost my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her love was such a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her tunnels end in light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her love will come around, someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;But please tell her not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I never meant for love to leave her cold tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Please tell her that I tried to spare her all my lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I cannot say all that my heart longs to tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;That nothing can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;That all of these words are not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her she is all that's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her everything's my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Please tell her not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I never meant for love to leave her cold tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Please tell her that I tried to spare her all my lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Tell her something&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/1994106664006581965-6375895022707302574?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6375895022707302574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-tell-her-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6375895022707302574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6375895022707302574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-tell-her-something.html' title='R: Tell Her Something'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7754896887000080060</id><published>2011-04-21T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:25:43.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>R: Catch Me, I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Originally posted last March 28, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsb805ctVEs/TbGPoS8k2TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t15gD66nO4c/s1600/s640x480.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsb805ctVEs/TbGPoS8k2TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t15gD66nO4c/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598413734241687858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch Me I'm in Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, the movie is about a guy, Erick who is actually the president's son being involved in an immersion because of his father's orders. He was supervised by a commoner, a NGO employee named Roan. At first, she was annoyed because of Erick's personality up to the point when she said things about his attitude and compared him to his father. Because of that, he was convinced that he should mingle with the community where he was immersing and later realized how lucky he is. He also developed his feelings towards Roan and later asked her to be his girlfriend. Having mutual feelings, Roan committed herself to Erick and planned to introduce him to her family but when their relationship went to public a lot of people began to criticize her about being suitable for the first son. Indeed, it is a story of how to people from different two different world struggled to make their relationship last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I was thrilled to watch this movie. Alam ko kasing kikiligin ako pag pinanuod ko to. Yup, to be honest eto palang ang second time na kinilig ako as in kinikilig na parang kinikiliti sa kaka smile dahil sa on screen loveteam. I was really happy I made a choice of watching this movie. Truly worth the money for the ticket. You should watch this film, kung gusto niyong kiligin, maluha at matawa. You definitely need to add this to your list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7754896887000080060?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7754896887000080060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-catch-me-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7754896887000080060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7754896887000080060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-catch-me-im-in-love.html' title='R: Catch Me, I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsb805ctVEs/TbGPoS8k2TI/AAAAAAAAAEw/t15gD66nO4c/s72-c/s640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3935016494340261143</id><published>2011-04-21T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:48:36.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts. Read if you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Originally posted last March 18, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week will be our final exams then off for the summer vacation. Hopefully I get a decent grade for my subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently taking extra effort for my Analytic Geometry but outside my class. Jsyn, I am not attending our classes anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bipolar attacks are still on. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lesser time on the internet makes my life less awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Working on our research paper with Karen. YES! Karen, only her! Fck this research paper! What's the use of the groups?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently bored and wants someone to talk to on twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, on twitter coz I'm starting to be less active in facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being in a place where everyone's there is boring. Well, facebook's too mainstream for me.&lt;/div&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/1994106664006581965-3935016494340261143?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3935016494340261143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts-read-if-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3935016494340261143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3935016494340261143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts-read-if-you-want.html' title='Random thoughts. Read if you want.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7104945066647445971</id><published>2011-04-21T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:48:40.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>I cried over this for days</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Originally posted last March 5, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually don’t know what to do right now. I’ve been battling myself about this certain problem I’ve been facing lately. Realizing that this field is not for me, my urge to pursue what I truly desire became intense. I know I cannot change anything right now. As of now, I am studying under what my Mom wants me to be for me to lift our lives when I graduate. Reality says that I cannot have what I want right now but I’d honestly give up anything for me to study at CSB and pursue the course I really wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart belongs to arts. I know I cannot draw unlike my other friends and classmates but I am fascinated with digital arts or any graphics and design which are produced with the use of devices and stuff. I wanted to be good at it that’s why I want to study more about it. My Mom said that it is not a practical course for me to take up. It would waste my time after I graduate in finding a job but no matter what she says, my heart was never a distant to that ambition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know a lot of my subjects are almost failing. I don’t know how to tell my Mom about this. I’ve been very much guilty about this because I know that if only I had studied well and much, I shouldn’t be experiencing this. But how can I give much effort if I do not love what I am doing? How can I have the interest in having good grades and in studying if I am not interest with what I am doing? I know, in myself that I can do this. I am capable of passing these but it is not what my heart wants me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only I could choose what I want.. I’d do anything, give up even everything for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7104945066647445971?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7104945066647445971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cried-over-this-for-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7104945066647445971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7104945066647445971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cried-over-this-for-days.html' title='I cried over this for days'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6855970427013869759</id><published>2011-04-21T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:48:58.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Depressed Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="2" style="text-align: center;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="width:200px;background:#000; color:#fff;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disorder&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style="width:120px;background:#000; color:#fff;font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your Score&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#cda;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/major_depression.html" style="color:#000;"&gt;Major Depression&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;background:#cda;padding:3px;color:#000;"&gt;High-Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#eeb;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/dysthymia.html" style="color:#000;"&gt;Dysthymia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;background:#eeb;padding:3px;color:#000;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#cda;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/bipolar.html" style="color:#000;"&gt;Bipolar Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;background:#cda;padding:3px; color:#000;"&gt;Extremely High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#eeb;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/cyclothymia.html" style="color:#000;"&gt;Cyclothymia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;background:#eeb;padding:3px;color:#000;"&gt;Very High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#cda;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/sad.html" style="color:#000;"&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;background:#cda;padding:3px;color:#000;"&gt;Extremely High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:#eeb;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/postpartum.html" style="color:#000;"&gt;Postpartum Depression&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;background:#eeb;padding:3px;color:#000;"&gt;N/A&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;background:#cda;padding:3px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/" style="color:#000;"&gt;Take the Depression Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew about the bipolar part only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.depressedtest.com/"&gt;http://www.depressedtest.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6855970427013869759?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6855970427013869759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/depressed-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6855970427013869759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6855970427013869759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/depressed-test.html' title='Depressed Test'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8672010950970914792</id><published>2011-04-21T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:49:02.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Can I have a reset?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Originally posted last February 28, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not okayy. :( Our anageo professor gave our grades just this morning and I am not pleased with my grade. I am disappointed. :( very disappointed. Getting this grade would be normal in the prelim period but not midterm. Now it seems that I need not just to double time but to lot of catching up to do in my studies. Having this grade on midterm would mean I might have a lower grade in the prelim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to be a disappointment to my Mom. She's always giving me what I need and want in exchange for a decent grade and if I fail to do so, I myself would also be affected. I know this course is not my passion, but I don't have any choice. I am studying for the sake of my future. My future job, future life but not because I wanted this as my profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder why others would let their child study their own field. I need to have a lot of struggling to do this time. I just need a vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8672010950970914792?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8672010950970914792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-have-reset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8672010950970914792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8672010950970914792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-have-reset.html' title='Can I have a reset?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-413573441851437646</id><published>2011-04-21T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:38:59.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Originally posted last February 25, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AM I SUCH A PESSIMIST?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, and I can feel it. I have changed my views on life and especially love. I remembered, before I was always arming myself with the thought that one day my life or my love story would be the same with the movies I have watched. I was the cheesy type of person. I am easily pleased with sweet words and text messages but now, I don't know. I rarely believe what I am seeing and what I am feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time there's something that could flatter my, I always think twice in believing them. Nag-iisip pa kasi ako kung tama bang paniwalaan ko un or it's just one of the lies this world has. There's a lot of things that has caused me pain and of course lies weren't out of the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siguro I'm just fed up with all of them. I was used with those fake thoughts, words, feelings that I used to feel or encounter that's why I am having this defense mechanism of not believing everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, if you're one of the persons I have doubted or haven't believed - I'm sorry. Maybe if you know me that much, you'd probably understand but if not it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-413573441851437646?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/413573441851437646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/413573441851437646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/413573441851437646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6758500814798720546</id><published>2011-04-21T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:43:11.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>I know you dgaf but I miss you sloth ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Originally posted last February 25, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/2hx0vpl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2hx0vpl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember when we used to eat together? Remember those senseless talks we had before? Remember those jokes you threw that would really make me laugh? Remember the old times? Remember us?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you'd be able to read this, I'm letting you know that I miss you. I miss my closest guy friend and I wish things will go back to what they were before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stolen shot by: Faye (022111)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6758500814798720546?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6758500814798720546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-you-dgaf-but-i-miss-you-sloth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6758500814798720546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6758500814798720546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-know-you-dgaf-but-i-miss-you-sloth.html' title='I know you dgaf but I miss you sloth ~'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/2hx0vpl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-739851805199996018</id><published>2011-04-21T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:44:01.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='called'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'>R: A Crazy Little Thing Called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Originally posted last February 24, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/se6jqo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just finished watching this movie, and yes I cried on some scenes. The story was really nice but for me, nothing like this would ever happen especially during these times. I'm sorry for sounding like I'm so negative but I'm just looking at what's happening. I've seen couples and witnessed how some break up and I don't think a story like this would still exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am fascinated with the story. I am really touched and moved by how Nam loved Shone and how Shone kept his feelings for the sake of his best friend. In other words, I would like this to happen to me. Yes, but I am keeping my eyes wide open by accepting that stories like this doesn't exist. *Sorry for being redundant.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i56.tinypic.com/a4wths.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/a4wths.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;And oh, btw. This scene made me cry like hell. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-739851805199996018?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/739851805199996018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-crazy-little-thing-called-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/739851805199996018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/739851805199996018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='R: A Crazy Little Thing Called Love'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/se6jqo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6898898732933945236</id><published>2011-04-21T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:47:49.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrible'/><title type='text'>R: Terrible Things</title><content type='html'>Originally posted last February 24, 2011&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIulZ0Vw2z8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIulZ0Vw2z8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this is the newest song from Mayday Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*huraaah! this band is so awesome!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my friend who told me first about the song and I felt the same feeling she felt when she first listened to this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, care to press the play button? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure this won't waste your time, swear! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LYRICS :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the time I was your age I've give anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To fall in love truly was all I could think&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's when I met your Mother, the girl of my dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't help but notice you staring at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I shouldn't say this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I really believe that I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now son, I'm only telling you this because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, can do terrible things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now most of the time we'd have too much to drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too young to notice and too dumb to care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love was a story that couldn't compare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I said, "Girl can I tell you a wonderful thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I made you a present with paper and string&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Open with care, now I'm asking you please&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know that I love you, will you marry me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now son, I'm only telling you this because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, can do terrible things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll learn one day, I hope and I pray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That God, shows you differently&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She said, "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please don't be sad now, I really believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slow, so slow, I fell to the ground on my knees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If given the choice then I beg you to choose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To walk away, walk away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't let her get you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't bare to see the same thing happen to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now son, I'm only telling you this because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-6898898732933945236?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6898898732933945236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/originally-posted-last-february-24-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6898898732933945236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6898898732933945236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/originally-posted-last-february-24-2011.html' title='R: Terrible Things'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3015890670611923520</id><published>2011-04-21T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:39:09.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comeback'/><title type='text'>I'm going home, back to the place where I belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart still returns to Blogger! Yayy! Haha. I guess I need to transfer some entries I've made at LJ. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-3015890670611923520?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3015890670611923520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-going-home-back-to-place-where-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3015890670611923520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3015890670611923520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-going-home-back-to-place-where-i.html' title='I&apos;m going home, back to the place where I belong'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7875574880387246074</id><published>2011-02-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:10:39.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DD_HCmDNGS8" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite song ever since. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7875574880387246074?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7875574880387246074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/favorite-song-ever-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7875574880387246074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7875574880387246074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/favorite-song-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DD_HCmDNGS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4514139861627121050</id><published>2011-02-17T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:39:17.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestion'/><title type='text'>Help please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello there amazing people! :) okayy, so I really need help right now. I need suggestions for my music blog and of course my phone, coz it's been a while since I downloaded songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I'd be really grateful for your help with this. I just can't think of what song to download or to cover. I doesn't need to a new song as long as it's nice. :) &lt;b&gt;Just leave a comment, k? THANKS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-4514139861627121050?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4514139861627121050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4514139861627121050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4514139861627121050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-please.html' title='Help please.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-1804184428059452145</id><published>2011-02-15T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:39:39.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>HOLLA MUSIC BLOG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh! I have a &lt;a href="http://danielleimbamusic.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;new Tumblog&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;besides the one I use &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; often. This one is where I put all my junk (music stuff) since I can't find any audio-hosting site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can go check it out. It has only two songs for now but I'm gonna keep up. :) be nice, okayy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-1804184428059452145?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1804184428059452145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-i-have-new-tumblog-besides-one-i-use.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1804184428059452145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/1804184428059452145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-i-have-new-tumblog-besides-one-i-use.html' title='HOLLA MUSIC BLOG.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8917258154015371652</id><published>2011-01-28T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:39:44.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TULkq6vFkcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_kTOiZgaxoE/s1600/dsghj.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TULkq6vFkcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_kTOiZgaxoE/s320/dsghj.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567263515355746754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sana di ba pwede kong sabihin na ikaw? :) but no, I won't coz I treasure our friendship more than anything else. I missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-8917258154015371652?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8917258154015371652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/sana-di-ba-pwede-kong-sabihin-na-ikaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8917258154015371652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8917258154015371652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/sana-di-ba-pwede-kong-sabihin-na-ikaw.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TULkq6vFkcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_kTOiZgaxoE/s72-c/dsghj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-7348245648914603978</id><published>2011-01-21T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:39:48.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Almost died, unfortunately I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of things happened recently. Things I never imagined to happen actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I have my suicidal instincts and I am a bipolar but please spare me from your stereotyping of me being an emo. I don't want to be labelled that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what happened to my mind that time. I just wanted to leave. I was not scared of what might happen, instead I was excited. I took 23 meds in one blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't die but it made me high. Unfortunately, their effects took toll on me for a week and drained all my strength. I wasn't able to attend my classes. I was just in my bed for a week. I feel like vomiting everytime I recall what happened that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so ready to leave during that time. I had my favorite Pikachu with me, I texted Diane all my accounts and played on repeat Someone by Aprilio Story. Then everything failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This story may be unbelievable for those who hears them for the first time but I don't blame them. They don't know me, that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-7348245648914603978?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7348245648914603978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-died-unfortunately-im-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7348245648914603978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/7348245648914603978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-died-unfortunately-im-alive.html' title='Almost died, unfortunately I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3329569455599418311</id><published>2011-01-08T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:26.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'>Please, no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don't know if this should be placed here. This just happened recently and to be honest, I am still not sure of what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have guy friends, in fact there's a lot. It's just that I'm more comfortable going out with guys rather than girls. Anyway, I have one friend who's totally nice, I mean really nice. He cares a lot, he makes me and others laugh a lot and he's always there. We get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was used drinking with him. Recently had almost two weeks straight of drinking before the christmas break. I did because I was.. yeah, hurt? Well, cleansing my heart out. Drowning all the pain as what others say. That's it. And him, well I guess he did it because of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he would usually get mad at me for staying out late drinking. And I would also get mad at him for not coming class and other stuff. Yeah, so I was kinda mad at him when we went back to class after holidays coz he missed three classes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blabla, we talked. Yeah, talked. Then something happened. And that something gave me chills. I mean, I felt static all over my body. No joke. I never did that for almost a year and it felt like he's someone really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk, but I don't want this feeling to be positive because I don't want to lose him. Yeah, I know for sure falling for you friend won't lead to anything nice. If you'd be with each other, you'd eventually break up and things won't be the same as they were before. That's something I don't want to happen. I treasure him as what he is right now and having a more-than-friends feeling is the least I could think about.&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/1994106664006581965-3329569455599418311?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3329569455599418311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/please-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3329569455599418311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3329569455599418311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/please-no.html' title='Please, no!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-6200347661317906616</id><published>2011-01-01T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:30.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newyear'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New Year's blast was fun! Celebrating it with my family makes it more worth while. Every tradition we had way back before we're kept but new ones kept on pouring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But one bitter part was missing him still. It was last New Year's celeb when he was here with my and my family and now.. we'll I can't keep the tear in my eye the first time I walked in the kitchen and saw the foods they prepared. Last year kasi, pinipilit siya ni lola kumaen kahit busog na busog na daw siya. Last night, lola has no one to push to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless everything went pretty well. :) i bid goodbye to 2010 wasted, and welcomed 2011 still wasted. :D may this year be full of blessings. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&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/1994106664006581965-6200347661317906616?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6200347661317906616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6200347661317906616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/6200347661317906616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3982935944989854304</id><published>2010-12-28T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:40:43.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Your Love by I See Stars (The Outfield Cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1BLO0vw2p4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1BLO0vw2p4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite track from the album &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Punk Goes Classic Rock&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/1994106664006581965-3982935944989854304?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3982935944989854304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-love-by-i-see-stars-outfield-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3982935944989854304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3982935944989854304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-love-by-i-see-stars-outfield-cover.html' title='Your Love by I See Stars (The Outfield Cover)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2950772846686424379</id><published>2010-12-28T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:38.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyeheartachehellohappiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna stand up and fight for my own happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am deeply moved by Tiff and Diane and Mek's words. Right now, I have one goal in mind and that is to show the world how fckn strong I am. Yes, I may have lost the fight right now but I will always be a winner because he will never meet someone like me ever again. Hell yeah! That's the spirit! \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna stand up and fight for my own happiness. And I'm gonna show them who the Keille is. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks fellas! You really meant the world to me. Not just those three who were mentioned but also other friends who supports me all through out. I would never get through this alone. THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-2950772846686424379?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2950772846686424379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gonna-stand-up-and-fight-for-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2950772846686424379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2950772846686424379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-gonna-stand-up-and-fight-for-my-own.html' title='I&apos;m gonna stand up and fight for my own happiness'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-3780135114712696555</id><published>2010-12-28T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:43.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Similarities?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another post from my Facebook because Mahren said so. :) ever since we broke up, I stuffed myself watching One More Chance and of course crying. Later I realized that at some point, there are some similarities between the movie and what I was experiencing that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Original post, copied from Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hmm. Things // Lines nga related ang OMC movie kag sa movie xg life ko xbg. :(&lt;br /&gt;* Mahren asked me to post this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xg ara sila sa field (1styear anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Basha: After 10 years, ganito pa rin kaya tayo?&lt;br /&gt;Popoy: Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, &lt;b&gt;fourteen&lt;/b&gt;! Forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;^ ngaa sa 14 gd b mauntat isip? Tas ang sugpon, forever and ever? Oh cm'on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xg gatalk sila sa resto about xg planu xg haus xg tita ni Popoy&lt;br /&gt;Basha: Liitan na ln kaya natin ung walk way, katulad ng ginawa natin sa bahay natin.&lt;br /&gt;Popoy: &lt;b&gt;Gusto ko yan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;^ sa nka basa xg txnai nmun, he also said "bxi bla kaw gd guro mdaunan q xa ulihi. &lt;b&gt;gux2 q na.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- xg gndul'ong ni Basha ang plnu sa condo ni Popoy, xg naghibi xa tas nagsori. Kapila ygd gnsulit2 ang word nga &lt;b&gt;"sorry"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;^ like wut i did in front of him, January26.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pirmi gna mention sa last parts ang word nga "panindigan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;^ before sa text, he would always say nga &lt;b&gt;panindigan&lt;/b&gt; ia ang gna hambal ia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Popoy went to Qatar for &lt;b&gt;2 years&lt;/b&gt; to find ang nadula nga Popoy pagbreak nila for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;^ he said he'd be back after &lt;b&gt;2 years&lt;/b&gt; :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanotice ko ln after last2 night ko nga lantaw. The 4th time ko nga lantaw that day. Pft :|&lt;/blockquote&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/1994106664006581965-3780135114712696555?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3780135114712696555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/similarities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3780135114712696555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/3780135114712696555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/similarities.html' title='Similarities?'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-8285573695898525700</id><published>2010-12-28T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:47.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Text Conversation last April 9, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was posted on my Facebook page and since I've decided to delete them I guess it will always have a place in me so I'll save it here in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was our text conversation last April 9 and for the record I cried 6 hours straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;ako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;xa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;timing I'll Never Go gatukar pagbasa ko&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hmbla xa gi, pngta nln xa xg baye nga mhmpngan ia pla ksulit. nkpoi ngd q ktma. :( xkt nga prmi ln q gka byaan. du blai ln gdia pnan'aw ia xqn. mblik ln xqn kn mphuwai, pu pgka dsn byaan nman. xkt2 na.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;waah. kurt ni. hmpngan? la tka bla gn hampangan. grbe bah. t nd knagd? laxt q nln ni na ambl. pwd pa? d tna ka pgkuli2n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;blu k, gs2 q pbtyg nbtygn q. ra bla ghbi wai untat, wai nln gana. gs2 q hnulsulan m tnan. tnan2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anu gux2 mu aw? manu q? nu hmuon q?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;asta mln na jpun tnan sa hmbl kurt. k'4 na. asta pla pa antis m mrealze nga xkt2 na? gna pnumdum m mn aihan nbtyg q?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;du na anad ln q b na du la paki'alam. hai. cnxa gd. d nln q mg hmbal2. tumanon q nln. hmuon q ln ang gka dpat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kpla na nah nmu nhmbl? ari pna d txt m. kn gnhmu m, tne dba wai q gaantus xbg. tne wai q gaamu n? bsn kluoi b, pls? kn mngta k tripan, pls nd aq. dmu nq da naagyan, d nq :( wai q gna pngau nga mgng kta lwat. rsp2ha ln bla nbtyg q. daku kna, kchndi k nman na gru. d mq klngln paasahun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;t nd na. tama na. wai na. bxi bla kaw gd guro mdaunan q xa ulihi. gux2 q na. bhala nda ang future. bxta xa cna na adlw la ka tni migu. bxta mga after grad q. geh. buy'e naq. tma na ni. nd na mg axa.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ga'e q rasn pra d n pghnulsulan, aftr 2yrs. iloveyou, thank you gd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anu nga rxon?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wla q kblu. pu tne wai q ngsala dcde.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2od na. d ln dny xbn ky du ka haxol pa. gux2 q 4ever pro d q kchndi naa nd. hai. aftr 2yrx na guro ready naq gru xa 4ever na gna hmbal q.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d mln gd q gru amu na kplngga. aus ln, dmu pda. d mgdali, dmu kpa mklala along d way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nd ah. plangga tpka ia. kxo du la ln gd q gana ia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mdula mna gru amat2, ge ln. gnready qna da kaugalngn q. gve'up ln q gru anai xbg, d qpa kya mgbuya. pu thank you gd. ikw ln nhulat q ki d q kya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;geh ln. kayahon q na ah. geh2. bxta aftr xa cna na adlaw ah. bxi bla my migu kna. aww.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dba ngpustahnai ta 1M? htg qn cmu ang kychn nga moon aftr 2yrs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;waah! htag q na cmu kun mka xkai q barko. or mka grad q doctor. htag mu nln xqn ang xtar kg imu nln ang moon. pwd nxa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;uu, htg q aftr 2yrs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tenkyu. xpakon mu paq?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d na cgru rhaz xg una, d q pa kya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;likaw ln q dny cmu eh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank you gd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;geh ah. pra mna cmu kg x2n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gni. bsa na jckt m.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;waah. halungan mu na jcket q ha kg id q. dpat aftr 2yrx gna tago mu pna.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2pad qna tnan 2lug. ari ln na d.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tenkyu. du mhbi q.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d na mg'ntra, aq ln phbi'a.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lumaw2 na gni. baw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ge ln, mu pmn ln na.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mau ln la nla nkta. hai. la kpa 2yo. la naq cp gli. gn kuha na ni mama. dungol q kunu mu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;la pdi tpos hbi hu. gpngq2 pq d sala.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/1994106664006581965-8285573695898525700?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8285573695898525700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-conversation-last-april-9-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8285573695898525700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/8285573695898525700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-conversation-last-april-9-2010.html' title='Text Conversation last April 9, 2010'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-781381311094410775</id><published>2010-12-28T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:50.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday will be the last day na iiyakan ko siya. I will not allow any guy to hurt me from now on.&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/1994106664006581965-781381311094410775?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/781381311094410775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-will-be-last-day-na-iiyakan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/781381311094410775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/781381311094410775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-will-be-last-day-na-iiyakan.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-2202372424401405461</id><published>2010-12-27T19:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:40:54.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fcking convo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>THIS caught me off guard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I don't know to explain things here. Its just that everything went out of control and I ended up being hurt. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Kurt's been taking her side just because they're together and not because she is right which is unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MAYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gud ev. Kw c keith? Xnxa hah. Gn pngau q no. mu ky kurt wid out ur permixon. miga ya ni ah. my pmangkot lg q tne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uu aq n, pu ms prefr q twgn Keille. Cnuh na miga ia? Anuh tne au?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maye ah. Gu&lt;/span&gt;s2 q lg prankahun mu q kng nu prob mu sqn. Nd q man tne gus2 mgbuya lain nga s2rya. La q gpng awai ah. Gabato lg q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gna anuh tka au? Wla tmn k gna anuh. Bsi ikw ln na pmnsar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ah 2od? So,be sensitive lg ah. Bac d mu mapyaran nga my mga tawu kna nga gka apakan. Mu lg na ah. Tnx sa tym. Hope we can b frnds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gna anuh tka au? o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha. Wow. Deny? Bsta ah. D qna kinanlan isaysay. I know u know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pmngq2n tka bla kn kblu q. Wai kna gni gna patulan sa wallpost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ngaa my anu sa wallpost awh? Kg pki hambal sa miga mu nga kgwapa cia pra manuya hah. Kblu ka ngaa gn accept tka? Ky abi q gus2 mu mkipagfrnd just wat i lyk nga mtabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ato bla ang redundant2 m blw. Amu mln to gle prblema m? Ang ngcommnt sa wallpost m? T aus aa, ahaw sa amu mln na ibig deal mgd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uwah. Atleast gn pranka tka. Kaysa nanugd2 q ky kurt. Dba.!? Keille,bsan d mu pag aminon,balu q na init ka sa aqn ah. Frst q plg kta cmu. Pru d qna na pag i.mind tne ky d tman ka klala gd from head to toe. bal.an q lg ex ka ni kurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes nln aa, haha! Bdlai na mglalis lain nmn na krn pra cmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;D man ah. BIg deal ky d q mu na mag aproach sa tawu.D q lg gus2 plastikanai ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;D qmn na gsto. T aus kna? Dlete nln numbr q daun. Sa dsn lxnxa kmu ki mu gd na pnka initan q sa tnan. Bastusan qna b, jsyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;See,amu plg na gne big deal na cmu. Anu pgd b pag ikw na ang gna bira kg gna bas2s patalikod? Hai. But den sori ah. Kg nagcommnt q 2 cmu wall. Balu q d mu 2 magus2han,sori in advance. Sori man sa tnan nga d mau q nga gnhambl cmu. Bhla kna kng anuh pa ihambl mu sqn ah. Bsta ky na klaro qn anga wla naq hasul cmu. D tka pgpili2n nga mkipgfrnd sqn. Salamat.:) meri xmas and hapi new yr. nlg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wai mn tawu mlipai nga gna kwa / gn htg2 ang numbr nla na wla cla kblu. I guess you should know tht. Ra nna cmu kn ndala kto sa mga commnt2 xg miga q aa. Lhog hmbl sa migu m dlete ia nln numbr q kysa ipnghtg ia la lxnxa. Ge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kag cn.o nd mdala? Cn.o malipai nga gna bira ka sg tawu na nd mu klala 4 da frst place? Suz. Dw gna pangispiyuhan mu lg q sg gna hmbl mu bah. Gn pilit q c kurt ah,d xa mnghatag tne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sha pgd n ngchat xqn oh? Join forces kmu ba. Ng intra mln to sha ki gn unahan mn commnt2 xg mga miga m aa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Miga q? Hai. Cease fire q ah. Ngsori naq cmu ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ayy anuh n? Gna bira pgd q n Kurt d.. baskugg mn ba. La nia ia knuh gnhtg numbr q oh. Pde qd kpa mrsa? Gpmyung qd gle aa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haixt. Ky wla man gd xa planu ihatag kng wla q xa gn pilit. Dba gus2 mu war? Amu nani gru. Nbasa q lg sa wall ni kurt ah. Joke lg 2 gru pru posible ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Isa ln bla kstoria.. ki ptalangai kmu ia. D mn q gru mgreact kn la mq gn suguran d tx ki pra xqn nglipas nto ia mu. La qna to gni gna sbat nga commnt2. Ra nna cmu intrpretasyn ia aa. Cge, war ln da. Halung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh? NAGLIPAS?! So anu pa ang pont pra manuya kmu sa tawu nga wala naman nagapasilabot cnyu KUNG WLA MU GIN UNAHAN.!? 3p lg? Gn lamon q pride q,but ur so hard. ACCEPTANCE mln na tani mu. cge ah,halung2 man. mau ky kw nagtapus sa kng anu gn suguran mu.piyuon mu lg nga la naq my mbal.an nga gnaga nga statement halin cmu. kahuluya. pasalamat ka gataha q sa mga MANANG sqn kg EDUKADA. la mu q 2ud gn pa2lan personali,gn paagi mu lg sa ibn. Sa lwat,klalahun mu dnai ang tawu antis ka mgjudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ngsbat pq to au? Gtawa ln qto gni, la nq gaamut.. kg gn untatan qna to. Ikw ia bla gpa daku pgd. Uwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deny lg nga deny ah. Evident jpun. Gudnyt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pgsto kda aa.. deny kn cmu ee. Mi mhmu q kn mu na pnsarun m. Gna plawig mln tuod ang storia. B q ngcease fire kna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tani eh. Anhun muna ky my limit pasenxa q. Kag willing kman ba2nun ang apology q aw? Dw nd man. Nd matapos ang isa ka awai pag isa lg ang nag cease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cge ah. Gn klaru q cmu. Dz must&lt;/span&gt; b over. Ngsori nman q bsan la q balu kn anu sala q. Enaf na na tni nga rason pra MAGLIPAS na totali ang angst mu sqn. nayt2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TRjGD5oOAFI/AAAAAAAAADs/3sbCv5E9h5I/s1600/Capture.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TRjGD5oOAFI/AAAAAAAAADs/3sbCv5E9h5I/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555407910672924754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TRjGDhFOcsI/AAAAAAAAADk/zEk2lpS0mpc/s1600/sfdsg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TRjGDhFOcsI/AAAAAAAAADk/zEk2lpS0mpc/s320/sfdsg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555407904083702466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-2202372424401405461?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2202372424401405461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-caught-me-off-guard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2202372424401405461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/2202372424401405461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-caught-me-off-guard.html' title='THIS caught me off guard.'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmklvt7_oRU/TRjGD5oOAFI/AAAAAAAAADs/3sbCv5E9h5I/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-693571806126601125</id><published>2010-12-25T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:42:44.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being in this season would usually make us remember gifts and other material possesions we wish to own but in reality being with the ones we love is more important that other things. They say we should give love on Christmas day, and I definitely agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the 9 Aguinaldo Masses with my churchmates is what I am looking forward each year. I consider them as my family that can understand me and will stand by me through ups and downs. I didn't mind losing the time to sleep just to be with them. After mass, we would usually stay at church and eat breakfast together. Then we would practice on our presentation which we usually enjoy. Indeeed we are having fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was simply amazing. We presented. We had fun. I had fun with them and my family. We had fun with God. I am very thankful for having friends like them. Of course I have my other friends at school and at home but these guys are bunch of kids I would never replaced with anything.. even the most precious material in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care about being labelled as SMP. I have my family and friends who keeps my christmas in full heat.. and I am indeed very thankful and very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! ENJOY THE SEASON AND CELEBRATE JESUS' BIRTH. SPREAD THA LOVE Y'ALL ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994106664006581965-693571806126601125?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/693571806126601125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/693571806126601125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/693571806126601125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994106664006581965.post-4366190708862616517</id><published>2010-12-23T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:41:42.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>KPA ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malapit na Christmas but I am not excited as usual. Things would be plainly the same as other days would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if I would have one wish this season, it would be forgetting him. Enough of the stupid thoughts of coming back and him loving me still. It would be one great deal if I could sweep away all my memories of him. I know for sure it would not be that easy, things like this was never easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wala ko na gina pangayu nga magbalik ka sa akon. Okayy na, baton ko na nga palangga mo sha although palangga ta pa ka asta sbg kag sakit man na japun batyagun.. pero kabalu ko wala na ko may mahimu amu na pby'an ta na lang ka. Ikaw, ikaw ang tawu nga abi ko asta na sa ulihi nga maupod ko pangabuhi.. ang tawu nga nagpapati sa akon nga tuod ang true love.. ang tawu nga nagpabatyag sa kon xg imba nga feeling. Ikaw, ikaw ang tawu nga dapat ko na limtan sbg kay tanan tapos na sa aton. Huo, malimtan ta ka. Bisan indi sbg insigida, pero may adlaw gd na nga makatulok na ko sa imo mata nga nd ko magduko kay gka subuan ko. Makasapak na ko sa imu nga indi ko mapilitan para itago ang nabatyag ko. Malimtan ta lang ka, okayy na ko. Indi mo na kilanglan magbalik. :) makapahuwai heart kag utok ko, goods na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1994106664006581965-4366190708862616517?l=dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4366190708862616517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/kpa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4366190708862616517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1994106664006581965/posts/default/4366190708862616517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dropdeadstarfish.blogspot.com/2010/12/kpa.html' title='KPA ;)'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06414750126443067161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZiEK-7mjJo/TvyjhIVIH-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/l-D9YnKX-AM/s220/IMG_3668.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
