<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:59.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scratch pad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6345971996797756613</id><published>2008-09-08T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:15:37.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue tied</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Come Right Out And Say It"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relient K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better rest my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause I'm growing weary of&lt;br /&gt;This point you've been trying to make&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than imply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why don't you just verbalize&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you're trying to say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this would turn out so well&lt;br /&gt;But I'm beginning to see&lt;br /&gt;That instead it's trouble&lt;br /&gt;Into a pattern we fell&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;i&gt;prolonging the inevitable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it?&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are probably gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the truth&lt;br /&gt;Than something insincere&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)?&lt;br /&gt;What it is you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm thinking it's not what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better check my pride&lt;br /&gt;Because I was starting to think&lt;br /&gt;I was on to something good&lt;br /&gt;But things started to slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I sit here in retrospect&lt;br /&gt;And understanding that I misunderstood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;And then this decision locks up&lt;br /&gt;So tight it couldn't be touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thought you were being so kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;b&gt;keeping your mouth sealed shut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than just opening it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried&lt;br /&gt;To guess what goes on in your head&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I just might find&lt;br /&gt;All those things you left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'll try to maybe not regret anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You'll wish that you&lt;br /&gt;Had listened to me (listened to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;We're better off this way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say come right out and say&lt;br /&gt;What I know you're thinking anyway&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are probably gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have the truth than something insincere&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you&lt;br /&gt;Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)&lt;br /&gt;What it is you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;And just what it is you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SMUgxjG1KQI/AAAAAAAAASE/3KpKpHSe0wE/s1600-h/ICONATOR_c84d6c3d97ebc6eb238ef8bb8ac45195.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SMUgxjG1KQI/AAAAAAAAASE/3KpKpHSe0wE/s320/ICONATOR_c84d6c3d97ebc6eb238ef8bb8ac45195.gif" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6345971996797756613?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6345971996797756613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=6345971996797756613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6345971996797756613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6345971996797756613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6345971996797756613' title='tongue tied'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SMUgxjG1KQI/AAAAAAAAASE/3KpKpHSe0wE/s72-c/ICONATOR_c84d6c3d97ebc6eb238ef8bb8ac45195.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5651182815593210636</id><published>2008-09-03T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:51:17.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misused mistakes</title><content type='html'>too many things happen at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just get caught in between everything that you just want everything to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed blogging &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rarr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5651182815593210636?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5651182815593210636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5651182815593210636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5651182815593210636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5651182815593210636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#5651182815593210636' title='misused mistakes'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-8493909984488396146</id><published>2008-06-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:44:08.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what ever happened to my lunch box?</title><content type='html'>i can't believe i ate cotton candy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, how i missed its sugary softness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how in the world was i able to get my hands on cotton candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;funny story.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i and my mom were looking for new shoes for school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up in fila where they were having this carnival thing going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i literally &lt;i&gt;screamed&lt;/i&gt; when i saw a cotton candy machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came me, forcing my mom to buy me a bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even bother looking through their shoes i just wanted cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, being the mother that she is, refused to buy me cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was so pissed that i nearly walked out of the store until the saleslady came near me and said that the cotton candy was for &lt;b&gt;free!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free bliss!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i skipped toward the cotton candy machine and asked for one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sooooooo happy, it's freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even offered some to my mom but she said that she didn't want to eat &lt;i&gt;children's food&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, i can have it all for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weeeeee!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, even though i wasn't able to buy shoes yesterday, i was generally back to being Happy, thanks to cotton candy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, it was my brother's birthday yesterday but he wasn't with us 'cause he's on a Dragon Camp trip thing for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUYA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n14/tif_psalm23/icon.gif" border="0" alt="cotton candy icon"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk93/LoveBug_1517/thhappy-bunny-jump.gif" border="0" alt="Happy Bunny aim icon"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb148/ManaG_71089/kidatheart-1.gif" border="0" alt="ICON: KID AT HEART"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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box?'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-8034353714646174140</id><published>2008-05-22T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:10:34.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the shiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s87.photobucket.com/albums/k136/kiara102092/icons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LilttlemissBirthday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthday icon" src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k136/kiara102092/icons/LilttlemissBirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, it was my birthday last may 23rd :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those who greeted &lt;b&gt;thank you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those who didn't, try again next year xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i had a couple of &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; friends over at my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got two cakes from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/mkhogan/icon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bdayme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthday to me" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i258/mkhogan/icon/bdayme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT [JUNE 20, '08]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the script above was written by me last May 25th i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i seemed like such a happy person back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just been a month and A LOT had changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i get into the details, let me brief you guys about the stuff that had happened before all the college explanation thingy starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my familia and I always went to the Mall of Asia every weekend of May to watch the World Pyro Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have posted pics of the awesome photos i got during the display but i dont feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to whatever shiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i feel so blah about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone says that college is going to be the FUNNEST school experience shiz you'll have in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, you call this happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i dunno why i always feel so SS after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SABAW AND SABOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i don't get to eat that much because of the bazillion hungry students occupying the caf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inittt paaaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i have to wake up really early AGAIN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the bitterness but i guess that's part of the adjusting thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/B&gt; change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like myself for hating it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just making everything worse 'cause the only thing that doesn't change in this world is CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's like practically saying that i hate life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont hate change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is awesome, but only if we change for the better, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooooo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may sound like a brat for being so whiny about it but i don't know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i stil have to wait until that 'happiest' part of college arrrives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friendssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i don't like the most about being in a new environment is that i'm still not &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wala pa ung sobrang hyper and carefree bea &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont open up to new people that fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i have to have the assurance that im gonna be good enough or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, trying to blog about it, hoping that it will make a difference in the state that i am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was even a time when i just went home from school and just cried all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there maybe reason but i just can't point my finger at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im pretty sure that it's about how i am so disappointed with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as for now, all i can do is sit and hope that this won't last for too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w291/SUP3R-GUR1/ththththTrapped.png" border="0" alt="what"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i102/vmprslyr/buffy%20the%20vampire%20slayer/buffycollege2.jpg" border="0" alt="buffy college icon"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r41/carriepicturewhore/icons/whatever.png" border="0" alt="icon - whatever"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wake up slow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-8034353714646174140?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8034353714646174140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=8034353714646174140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/8034353714646174140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/8034353714646174140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8034353714646174140' title='the shiz'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k136/kiara102092/icons/th_LilttlemissBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-2674496047560928592</id><published>2008-05-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:28:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four levels of happiness</title><content type='html'>i was watching House a while ago and remembered Dr. Wilson saying about the '&lt;b&gt;four levels of happiness&lt;/b&gt;' he was trying to explain House about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosity go the best of me that i started to search about the levels of happiness as soon as i finished that particular episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four Levels of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness Level 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and most basic level of happiness comes from things outside ourselves and involve one or more of the five senses. The pleasure they give is immediate and direct such as eating an ice cream cone, buying a brand new car, going on vacation. Their pleasure is short lived and intermittent. They must be replaced by yet another ice cream cone, or new car, or vacation. Until such replacements take place our happiness is on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness Level 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second level of happiness involves the ego. (Ego is Latin for I) This kind of happiness comes whenever I am in control, the focus of attention, the object of admiration, whenever I see myself as superior to others. Hence, whenever I win, gain power, am admired, or gain popularity I feel happy and pleased with myself. My ego has been affirmed. That which I think is the most important thing in the world (me) has received approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness Level 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second level of happiness is not totally satisfying. There is something missing. Humans also desire love, truth, goodness/justice, beauty, and being. These desires are often expressed in acts of charity—seeking cures, being concerned with one’s neighbor, making sacrifices, forgiving personal injuries. We want to make the world a better place and so we offer our lives, time, energy, and talent for the welfare of others. Our happiness, we learn, cannot be separated from the happiness of others. The common good is an integral part of our personal happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness Level 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the third level of happiness does not exhaust the scope of human desire. Humans are pulled by their desire for the sublime, something beyond their imagination, beyond their complete understanding. To be sure, they desire love, goodness, truth, beauty, and being as they experience them in the world; but they also desire these in their perfected and unlimited form. Those of faith recognize this as their desire for God. For those having no faith, they can treat this as an awareness of a seemingly unconditional horizon surrounding human curiosity, creativity, spirit, and achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;source: http://www.lifeprinciples.net/happinesschart.html&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me which level of happiness i'm in, i'd give you a blank stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell tired, exhausted and anxious about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the fun part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun dun dun dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-2674496047560928592?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2674496047560928592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=2674496047560928592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2674496047560928592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2674496047560928592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2674496047560928592' title='four levels of happiness'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-3403568111905599727</id><published>2008-05-18T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:49:57.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>this is a letter from to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; that's been very special to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i can't believe we haven't been together for almost half a year now. many things had changed ever since you and i weren't keeping in touch. sometimes, i feel like i'm missing a lot lately because i don't have you to run to, especially when i'm bored at home. you always seem to complete my day just by being &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. now that summer's about to end and still, we haven't been in touch, i realized how much i missed spending time with you. you always had a way to make me smile even if my day hadn't been so great. sometimes, i even blame myself for being so irresponsible before which generally 'caused this gap between us. but don't worry, i can feel that the time that we will be together again is coming. we just have to wait, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;bea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, anyone guessed for who this letter is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;photoshop!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know, pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really do miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, the software got me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm really sounding soooo stupid right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got you to think that i was talking about a person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-3403568111905599727?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3403568111905599727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=3403568111905599727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/3403568111905599727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/3403568111905599727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3403568111905599727' title='missing you'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-4566414082081076109</id><published>2008-05-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:43:02.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must be the chocolates.</title><content type='html'>im feeling it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;feeling it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;college&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too soon man, too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soooo panicking at the mall yesterday, thinking about all the stuff i need for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we almost went to &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; store that sells bags, and nothing seemed to be right for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm even panicking on which PE to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal? Soccer? Softball? Fencing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BALLROOM DANCING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eff. wait. mosquitoes are biting my legssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, all of our windows are open, even the blinds are pulled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's almost 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aircon time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, we're disciplined with using the aircon like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="ne_teachers" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v304/reginawessells/Icon%20Photos/classroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joined this online social network for freshateneans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, just to socially prep me up for future schoolmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel so BLAH today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be all the chocolates &amp;amp; the chocolate syrup i ate while watching House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="LOL! Chocolate milk..." src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z237/IsaYunYum/Funny%20Icon/cheese.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if chocolates were drugs, we wouldn't have soooo many at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say that again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if chocolates were drugs, i'd be on O.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using medical acronyms, effects of watching too much House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! differential analysis everyone! [if you're a House fan, you'd know what i mean :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was an episode about Rabies and man, did it bring back memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they showed the really ginormous injection they use for patients with rabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im getting sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! there was this funny 82 year old lady in House who was having the Cupid's something that's eating her brain up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Cupid hormone thing, it's like phyllis or something, actually increases the sexual attraction of a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im bored. i can't remember what i watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="21 The Movie" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u296/Brunob1/46081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, the movie &lt;i&gt;21&lt;/i&gt; seems interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really cute guy on the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to goooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-4566414082081076109?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4566414082081076109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=4566414082081076109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4566414082081076109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4566414082081076109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4566414082081076109' title='must be the chocolates.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z237/IsaYunYum/Funny%20Icon/th_cheese.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-4584082749070837478</id><published>2008-05-16T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:20:46.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the house</title><content type='html'>a cousin dropped by at our house this day for about 4 hours ago to do some errands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after scanning all the pictures she needed, she tried studying for her exam tomorrow but ends up not doing so xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she let us borrow her House cd for season 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to watch House 'cause of their short commercials in Star World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad, i really don't get to catch the schedules for its airtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was exciting for me to &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; get to watch House on dvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no commercials, no wait-for-a-week-for-the-new-episode, repeat favorite scenes etcetera, etceteroo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd193/lookcloserbeauty/house_md.jpg" border="0" alt="house"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, House was awesomeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those shows wherein you can learn about science &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's that! [excuse the pun, couldn't help it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i can watch it with my parents and make them think i'm insanely smart xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike gossip girl and probably, most of the shows that i watch that i can never watch with my parents and say &lt;b&gt;this is my favorite show!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offensse though, gossip girl is amazingly entertaining [if you know what i mean xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that sounded pervertedly wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, House is like a big angular blob filled with intelligence, sarcasm, common sense and humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really makes you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, how the hell were they able to get the newborn baby to act like she was having a seizure?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who saw that episode? tell me that wasn't &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's some &lt;I&gt;pretty amazing&lt;/i&gt; casting for a newborn baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are many House fans out there, considering it's the 2nd most watched show in America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wowness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. i can't believe i just used wowness as a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm off to find a place to sleep in since my cousin is sleeping on my place xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;b&gt;tons&lt;/b&gt; of review papers all over the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i'm not going to UP for college xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g127/niicho_blagoi/House%20MD/Houses4av.jpg" border="0" alt="House md"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c30/jameslawson/crazyeyeshouse.png" border="0" alt="CRAZY EYES"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g127/niicho_blagoi/House%20MD/houses4av3.jpg" border="0" alt="House md"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that's absurd. i like it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-4584082749070837478?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4584082749070837478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=4584082749070837478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4584082749070837478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4584082749070837478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4584082749070837478' title='in the house'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g127/niicho_blagoi/House%20MD/th_Houses4av.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-1349124340520860081</id><published>2008-05-15T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:35.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy crepes!</title><content type='html'>i told you in my previous post that me and my brother went to Galleria last wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when we got tired of strolling around the mall, i suggested that we try to eat Crepes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i've heard &amp;amp; watched about crepes but i haven't really tried it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when opportunity comes, i go get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at Crazy Crepes where they had crepe displays &lt;i&gt;na nakakalaway&lt;/i&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found some pics in the internet that kinda looks like what they had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200848129732771538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SC0f0Zd5_tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DDNAEsR6Shc/s320/050820crepes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kind of weirded out on the thought of eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they do look quite hard to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered after 10 minutes of deciding which flavor of crepe to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much flavors to choose from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some have ice cream in them, fruits, corn flakes, and even &lt;b&gt;tuna!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ordering, my brother had a funny conversation with the crazy crepe people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brother&lt;/b&gt;: *orders &amp;amp; pays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CC person&lt;/b&gt;: name po sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brother&lt;/b&gt;: Ralf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cc person&lt;/b&gt;: okay po sir, hintayin nalang po ung order niyo sa table :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;brother&lt;/b&gt;: pwede manood? pa'no niyo ba ginagawan 'yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cc person&lt;/b&gt;: ahh, sige po sir. nood nalang kayo. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i was laughing that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he was commenting on everything that the CC person does while making the crepes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite shocked when they served it like an ice cream cone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200850844152102626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SC0iSZd5_uI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ofm2fin3idM/s320/CrazyCrepe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, that's not my hand. i just found this pic on the internet xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sooo, it looked like that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after eating the top part i was like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"paano ko kakainin ung iba nakaharang ung paper!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then my brother found out that there was a &lt;b&gt;tear here&lt;/b&gt; thing on the paper so you can take some of the paper off to eat the rest of the crepe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, crepes are &lt;i&gt;reallyyyyyy gooooddddddd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they taste like really thin, slightly wet pancakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O___________O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i'm off to improve my multiply page!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;peeezz awt!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-1349124340520860081?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1349124340520860081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=1349124340520860081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1349124340520860081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1349124340520860081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1349124340520860081' title='crazy crepes!'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SC0f0Zd5_tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DDNAEsR6Shc/s72-c/050820crepes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6899426848430384807</id><published>2008-05-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:36:27.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads</title><content type='html'>craziest two days of my life these past few days that's why i havent been blogging much lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my brother went to the doctor to get my freaking medical form finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad had to go to a seminar so we had to commute to go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="icon" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii214/Olivia_Jeanette/Pictures/lostgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing i hate the most, it's crossing the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, it's like you're inside an arcade game, trying to dodge all the cars on the streets without getting killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difference is that in games, you get to have 3 lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, you have &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, horrific &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, hailing for a taxi isn't easy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stood there for like an hour for a taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to go to St. Luke's the day after that 'cause i wasn't able to get my X-ray films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to wake up extra early 'cause i had to ride with my mom to get to St. Luke's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, traffic in the morning is craaaazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if there were classes, still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin was driving the car and man, was it a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, he can like join the amazing race or something and win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Ateneo to finally pass the freaking medical form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, load off the chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like vacation all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, me and my brother went to our uncle's condo to bum around while waiting for our cousin to fetch us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eventually went to Galleria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which also meant crossing the roads again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept shouting &lt;b&gt;wait! wait!&lt;/b&gt; to my brother whenever we crossed the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to cross that whole street for like 4 times, going back and forth from the condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our last crossing, me and my brother kept laughing so hard about how bad i was in crossing the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bored. must elaborate on posts later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Icon 26" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s240/Darkly_lovers/Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="road icon" src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh105/anja091/icons/40.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="sunset road icon" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee257/jumpybbuncy/sunsetraod.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6899426848430384807?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' 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pencils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like my blog name, then give it 30 seconds from your time and vote for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can vote for it &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/vote"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;let me know if you do so i can give you the gratitude that you deserve! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-40393596543227083?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/40393596543227083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=40393596543227083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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english?'in French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as the title goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOILA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199439238725762754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SCgecJd5_sI/AAAAAAAAARs/wczJv61cTzU/s320/merci_chocolate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;merci chocolates!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys tried merci chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i ate at least 30 sticks of it these past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think depression as gotten away with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because of my mom buying 16 boxes of it last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, at least we gave away a dozen of those to my relatives&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and left 4 boxes with us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to mall of asia last saturday and incidentally got to watch the World Pyro Olympics showed that day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was raining extra hard that night but i guess the show must go on, as they frequently say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i might upload some vids of the fireworks later this day 'cause my phone's not with me right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it never was with me for like a week already&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i actually figured out a lot of things about me and my life in a span of two days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="barneyyy" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u231/lozzarulz_82/barney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i actually like Barney. i mean, i do not get how many people claim that they 'hate' Barney and all. I guess it's got something to do about his looks. Barney's actually a pretty dinosaur if you ask me. That ginormous purple fluff of love. My brother and I went to Toy Kingdom last Saturday and realized how we wanted a giant Barney stuffed toy, and guess what, we're planning to actually save to buy that Barney toy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img alt="party" src="http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk87/jlav2010/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Celebrations aren't my family's thing. I dunno, it's just that we're not a big fan of celebrating stuff. Not having a cake for my birthday for the last 2 years, i think, is pretty normal. You guys might think that we live a sad life if what i have said is so, but i guess it's because we don't' need to 'celebrate' or 'party' to acknowledge that we're happy or something. Or i guess that's just us being cheap. But, we do 'celebrate' but not in a way that most of you guys probably think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of your life is being shaped right now, with the dreams you chase, the choices you make, and the person you decide to be. The rest of your life is a long time, and the rest of your life starts now.&lt;/em&gt; I got that from One Tree Hill, which i am recently watching. It made me realize that with what i am doing right now, i might be throwing my life away. see, i was supposed to go to the doctor last sunday for my college medical form, but i watched tv and slept. my dad gave me another chance to go today, but it figures, i'm still at home. i didn't want to wake up this morning. stubborn stubborn. my dad called while i was sleeping and talked to me. he said that i wasn't giving college the priority that i should be giving it. truth is, i failed to go to the doctor today 'cause i was afraid to wander in the hospital alone, trying to figure out what i'm supposed to do. my dad told me that i was supposed to take responsibility for what i was doing. now, after watching that One Tree Hill episode, i realized that i may be throwing away what i still don't have. it's a good thing the doctor's going to be available tomorrow to give me another chance. i guess i can make the Thursday deadline after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p 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accidentally deleting all of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auto freaking save comes over and saves the blank post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you blogger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-4808478282896330440?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4808478282896330440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=4808478282896330440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4808478282896330440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4808478282896330440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4808478282896330440' title='alsdfkjad;slfkj'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5942626683424215812</id><published>2008-05-06T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:52:38.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GG scared the crap out of me</title><content type='html'>DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1:30 am and i just finished watching the latest gossip girl episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i didn't finish watching it tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am all freaked out by what happened &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the last part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll try not to spoil anything but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena told Blair about her &lt;i&gt;'secret' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she finally told Blair the secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the background music stopped and this loud &lt;b&gt;THUD&lt;/b&gt; came on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some freaky ass music plays in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; freaking stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;b&gt;cant you guys do it subtly?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just &lt;b&gt;Had&lt;/b&gt; to put on the crazy ass music and all the 'thud' thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soooooooo freaking scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and until now, my insides are still shaking of the scary way they revealed the secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooooooooooo scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn gossip girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like someone's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nooooooo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do nowwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking scared to like walk in a dark room now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it Serena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her make up! the dark room! HER FACE! THE MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;b&gt;horrific!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the song that just makes you wanna get up and start &lt;i&gt;slapping&lt;/i&gt; your television for playing it while saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am as terrified as i was when i was in grade 6 after i saw The Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T______________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepless nights, here i come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5942626683424215812?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5942626683424215812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5942626683424215812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5942626683424215812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5942626683424215812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5942626683424215812' title='GG scared the crap out of me'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-7432325614089729733</id><published>2008-05-06T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:15:56.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iron man hottie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s272.photobucket.com/albums/jj184/zack_317/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Iron-Man.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Iron Man" src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj184/zack_317/Iron-Man.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went out with camille today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a little guitar hero II&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;b&gt;kinda&lt;/b&gt; sucked at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after some practices, i thought i &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; got the hang of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wrist hurt though so i had to stop before i get a fracture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we hed on out to shang to go frolick around and watch Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hot 46 year-old actor of iron man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROBERT DOWNEY JR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;scorching&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i know, 43? ew. DOM much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp's older and tons f girls swoooooon over him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my version of Johnny Depp ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna tell you what was going on on my mind while watching the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;damn. this man's [yes, man] so hot. i don't really like OLD guys but damn. sexyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was molesting a man in my thoughts xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ew. some guy was sitting next to me at the cinema and he was soooooo gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he burps really loud and chews really loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross. get another seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, there were like 20 people in the cinema and they just had to seat next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that i really like&lt;i&gt; mature&lt;/i&gt; men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like those guys who can actually live life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones that know what they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and are able to do what they like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who can be so clueless about their Social Security Number but can assemble a weapon that can destroy the earth and earns a billion bucks doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but refuses to do so because he doesn't want to continue 'cause he doesn't like the idea of having to hurt many people for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was his hair &amp;amp; the way that he was sooo cocky but actually had something to be proud about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's like so &lt;b&gt;laid-back&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;quick witted&lt;/b&gt; at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the complete opposite of &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he adds spice to &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's &lt;b&gt;game&lt;/b&gt; to do whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus! he kinda &lt;i&gt;wrote&lt;/i&gt; some of my favorite part of the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;b&gt;cheeseburger scene!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tony Stark comes home from being abducted and almost killed in Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: Pepper, there's only two things i want: one is a cheeseburger and the other one is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper : do you mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: No, no. The other is a press conference.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only supposed to be 'pepper, schedule ma a press conference but Robert suggested 'spicing' it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. amazingggggg. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's &lt;b&gt;charming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he looks soooo &lt;b&gt;sleek &amp; clean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's so damn &lt;b&gt;polite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND [this is probably the 9th time i edited this post to add stuff abut him] he's acts like a &lt;b&gt;kid&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;B&gt;playful&lt;/b&gt; but is really &lt;b&gt;mature&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;observant&lt;/b&gt; at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!!! [10th time] he sings well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, he kinda looks like an older version of Jake Gyllenhaal of which i would soon be married to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s140.photobucket.com/albums/r26/rana_417/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Robert-robert-downey-jr-704564_314_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="371" alt="RDJ" src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r26/rana_417/Robert-robert-downey-jr-704564_314_.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/rolie_album/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="270" alt="Jake gyllenhaal" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg131/rolie_album/jake.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;too sexy for their shirts ♥_____♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s265.photobucket.com/albums/ii205/le_polyakova/Photographers/Andrew%20Macpherson/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RobertDowneyJr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="582" alt="Robert Downey Jr." src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii205/le_polyakova/Photographers/Andrew%20Macpherson/RobertDowneyJr.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="258" alt="Jake!!" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj116/MercurialnArmed/jake_gyllenhaal-3.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is what you call, SMokin' hot! *drools*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how i fantasize over old men? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a &lt;i&gt;fifteen&lt;/i&gt; year old girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUE ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-7432325614089729733?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7432325614089729733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=7432325614089729733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7432325614089729733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7432325614089729733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7432325614089729733' title='iron man hottie'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6737925626324897615</id><published>2008-05-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:05:26.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>web frenzy</title><content type='html'>i created 3 new accounts today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one for Digg, Twitter &amp;amp; Virb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hold on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just say that our laptop is so annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to like press 'O' really hard to make the key work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mom, we need the new macbook NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why we still use this laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like falling apart and all plus the drama that me and my brothers show should have convinced my mom to get a new laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, as always, they always find &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; reason not to get one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the [well, i dont like calling my parents stupid] annoying reasons is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;something new is going to come out, so why not wait for that instead?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, let's keep waiting and waiting until the whole evolution of technology comes to a halt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, that's going to be around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason is that we're going to college and they're gonna have to spend &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of money on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;blame the universities for having such high tuition fees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont WANT a new laptop, i NEED one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ever will i survive in a computer course without a computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im going out tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't ask money from both of my parents 'cause i kinda fought with both of them a while ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate fighting with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just really can't resist being all whiny so quickly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to church a while ago and had a church meeting thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soooooooooo embarrassed when they flashed the pictures of the May celebrants in the ginormous projector screen and announce the names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i knew that my picture was going to be flashed next, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unconsciously ducked my head and switched my brain off for a good 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i can do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot of practice and timing skills to do that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that's itching though is that i wasnt able to know what picture of me they used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, my brother just set up the magic sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s190.photobucket.com/albums/z233/subetax/JessMyspace/?action=view&amp;current=z121125719.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z233/subetax/JessMyspace/z121125719.gif" border="0" alt="laptop icon"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g96/yeah_its_me_91/more/?action=view&amp;current=icon_shygirl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g96/yeah_its_me_91/more/icon_shygirl.jpg" border="0" alt="shy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s215.photobucket.com/albums/cc197/mustang_sgt/?action=view&amp;current=35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc197/mustang_sgt/35.jpg" border="0" alt="sing"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just once! can we find a way to finally make it right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6737925626324897615?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6737925626324897615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=6737925626324897615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6737925626324897615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6737925626324897615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6737925626324897615' title='web frenzy'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z233/subetax/JessMyspace/th_z121125719.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-67009884618838933</id><published>2008-05-05T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:09:16.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oweeee</title><content type='html'>yea, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't end up going to the doctor last saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't have available meds for us that day so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEHEY!&lt;/b&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we still need to go back no matter what 'cause i have to give her the Medical form for the college thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we were with our cousins eating in Cabalen almost the &lt;b&gt;WHOLE&lt;/b&gt; afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nalugi siguro ung Cabalen sa amin xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, fun as usual ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to SM Megamall 'cause they were having a mall wide sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was super excited to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we arrived :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUPERRRRRRRRR CROWDED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thing i really &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; when going out, is going to a place that's &lt;b&gt;mega crowded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, we went to Greenhills near closing time so there weren't alot of people there and i was able to browse at how cheap the stuff there were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, &lt;b&gt;I HATED IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many peopleeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when we went to S&lt;i&gt;freakingcrowded&lt;/i&gt;M i tried to survive from the big mass of people roaming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my mom decided to stop frolicking around with a thousand of people and get our hair trimmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when we got to the salon, a lot of people were there and i ended up shouting [yes, shouting] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ma! ang daming taooooo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm a whiny person when it comes to that issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since we were &lt;i&gt;sooooo&lt;/i&gt; loved there [HAHAHA!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were accommodated first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her to &lt;b&gt;trim&lt;/b&gt; my hair &amp; only cut off an inch off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up having short hair :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, she gave me rough layers like the one for koreans now i look more korean than everrrrr :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;plus&lt;/b&gt; my hair is all puffy now 'cause of the rough layers :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye sleek, helloooooo puffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, im still having a bad case of insomnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually SAW the sunrise last saturday 'cause i couldn't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we found a solution for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGIC SING! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the endless singing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it tires me when i sing so, it can help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it did help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to sleep at 1 am today 'cause of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this book called &lt;b&gt;the 500 people you meet in hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a parody of the book, Inferno by Dante Alighieri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a funny book and it's kind of comforting if you're feeling bad about somebody xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i love the irony and sarcasm mixed with it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it even has a cool note at the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warning: this is a fairly nasty book, &lt;br /&gt;and it should be kept away from the &lt;br /&gt;irony-challenged and anyone who takes things too literally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we bought New Moon 'cause my little brother wanted to start reading the Twilight series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s304.photobucket.com/albums/nn193/kdnewswander/?action=view&amp;current=twilight5.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn193/kdnewswander/twilight5.gif" border="0" alt="Twilight"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've read all three books ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since Twilight was still out of stock, i told him to buy New Moon first before it gets wiped out by the many fan girls of the series out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, &lt;b&gt;i love candy apples!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you better try one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s42.photobucket.com/albums/e310/scotshjewl/?action=view&amp;current=BadHairDayPeanuts_L_O_V_E_icon.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e310/scotshjewl/BadHairDayPeanuts_L_O_V_E_icon.gif" border="0" alt="Bad Hair Day"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/misspiggyk07/?action=view&amp;current=candyapples.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/misspiggyk07/candyapples.jpg" border="0" alt="candy apples"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/Animallvr/Love%20vs%20Hate/?action=view&amp;current=icon-8.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/Animallvr/Love%20vs%20Hate/icon-8.png" border="0" alt="icon"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so goooodddddd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-67009884618838933?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/67009884618838933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=67009884618838933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-7467186670138971180</id><published>2008-05-02T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:55:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinned</title><content type='html'>ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the hospital yesterday to have my medical check-up for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sucked so much blood out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with me that attracts so much needles to go through my skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i just got a booster shot last week from our pedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got blood sucked out of me for a blood exam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, we have to go back to the pedia for another booster shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i was a tire, i'm probably so dysfunctional right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, genie in the house is showing, better not miss it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o208/nicolemasterman/?action=view&amp;current=flyer-Genie-in-the-house1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o208/nicolemasterman/flyer-Genie-in-the-house1.jpg" border="0" alt="Genie in the house"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-7467186670138971180?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7467186670138971180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=7467186670138971180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7467186670138971180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7467186670138971180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7467186670138971180' title='pinned'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-1807438243261762071</id><published>2008-04-30T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:17:24.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a hint</title><content type='html'>damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been decently blogging for a while, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was supposed to blog about the accident that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i don't really like talking about anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, why dwell on the negative while we can talk about... POSITIVITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, ever since the accident, i have been little miss sunshine skipping in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno but i think my 'duty' in the family is to keep everyone happy, especially in times of need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much happiness in me that it overflowssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSSSSHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what they say about happy people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the people who &lt;i&gt;keep&lt;/i&gt; the negativity inside or by themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine seeing &amp;amp; feeling negative stuff every time you stop and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always makes you wanna try to be positive around you to at least lessen the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am a doormat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just saying those things to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labo na. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horoscope!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so horoscopes help me understand myself better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like people stalked me all my life and wrote a summary about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i saw this horoscope thing on the internet that had gift guides for geminis there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty accurate information, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ehem*&lt;i&gt;gift guide&lt;/i&gt;*ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you have a &lt;i&gt;gemini friend&lt;/i&gt; who's &lt;i&gt;celebrating HER birthday at about 23 days from now&lt;/i&gt; you better follow this gift guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day, birthdays, holidays and anniversaries -- it seems like every month you wrack your brain for another gift, worrying all the time if it's the 'right' one. Look no further! If you need to give that special someone in your life a personal gift, here's some Sun Sign insight on what they would really enjoy! These gift suggestions are based on the qualities of each Sun Sign and are therefore matched with your loved one's personality. While everyone is more than just their Sun Sign, this is a great place to start to ensure a successful choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini examines the world through intellect, so give a gift that stimulates their imagination such as a book, video, or magazine subscription. Ever notice that your Gemini loved one is constantly on the phone or off with friends? Gemini rules the House of Communication, so help the Gemini in your life out by giving him/her a cell phone, address book, email account or stationary. Keep in mind that Gemini rules the collarbone, arms, hands and lungs, so gloves, shirts (sky blue or yellow), rings or watches also make good presents. Whatever you do, variety is key. Mix and match totally different kinds of presents and you'll make your diverse and versatile Gemini happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions for the perfect gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books, magazine subscriptions, gift certificate to a bookstore, rings, shirts, a sweater, a coat or sport coat, stationary, a nice pen, a diary or journal, videos, computer software, an address book, a watch, a documentary, a cell phone or beeper, Internet access, a journal, flying lessons, a hot air balloon ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough info guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;have fun shopping for my gifts!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-1807438243261762071?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1807438243261762071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=1807438243261762071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1807438243261762071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1807438243261762071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1807438243261762071' title='take a hint'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5191746564269125483</id><published>2008-04-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:09:43.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accidents happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ac-ci-dent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a: an unforeseen and unplanned event or circumstance &lt;br /&gt;  b: lack of intention or necessity : chance &lt;met&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 a: an unfortunate event resulting especially from carelessness or ignorance &lt;br /&gt;  b: an unexpected and medically important bodily event especially when injurious &lt;br /&gt;  c: an unexpected happening causing loss or injury which is not due to any fault or misconduct on the part of the person injured but for which legal relief may be sought d—used euphemistically to refer to an involuntary act or instance of urination or defecation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;will continue tomorrow morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5191746564269125483?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5191746564269125483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5191746564269125483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5191746564269125483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5191746564269125483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5191746564269125483' title='accidents happen'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5800296775292846005</id><published>2008-04-21T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:39:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to twilight!</title><content type='html'>okay, let's move one from that quite &lt;i&gt;controversial&lt;/i&gt; &amp; emotional post to an amazingly awesome one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWILIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, any teen who haven't read that book is missing &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; from her teenhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like one of the highlights of teenhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe that they're actually making a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;A MOVIE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i knew centuries ago that they were going to make one but after watching the &lt;i&gt;behind the scenes&lt;/i&gt; of the movie it hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a &lt;b&gt;SLAP&lt;/b&gt; across my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm all giddy &amp; excited to watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@________@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry for the exessive use of exclamation points xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're not even enough to express how i'm feeling right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sD6DFloIXyE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sD6DFloIXyE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5800296775292846005?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5800296775292846005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5800296775292846005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5800296775292846005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5800296775292846005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5800296775292846005' title='welcome to twilight!'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-2440236562669300014</id><published>2008-04-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:11:20.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic flash</title><content type='html'>OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; came back to my memory but... i have to spill it out to try to reduce the number of fluttering butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; about a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so there's this guy that i met years ago and for some random reason [maybe destiny? xD] we just &lt;b&gt;clicked&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've never been more comfortable around a guy before like i was when i was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. it just felt &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i knew that he cared about me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i did know that he liked someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but still&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was just this &lt;i&gt;spark&lt;/i&gt; between us that was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never realized that it seemed like that until i actually  stepped back a little and actually saw the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is how it feels like to actually like, maybe even &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; someone for who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i do know that it was &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than having a humongous crush on this hot new celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get itttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thousands of years and the &lt;strike&gt;fire&lt;/strike&gt; still lives in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; my first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never dies right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, he's the closest thing to having someone [other than my relatives &amp; friends of course] that i really &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i don't think he felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's just a part of him of being too lovable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did he treat me different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or does he really treat other people that way too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say that this entry is cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you only knew how fast my heart is beating right now, you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might laugh at myself while reading this entry but arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dont get it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW. LOVE? SERIOUSLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why can't i get over &lt;strike&gt;him&lt;/strike&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is caused by the longing for someone like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might actually even be &lt;i&gt;addicted&lt;/i&gt; to how he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wistful and anxious to thinking that i may never meet someone like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i never got over him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that &lt;i&gt;'we'&lt;/i&gt; are never going to work out between him &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;just know it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just knew that i just plainly &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; every single time that i spent with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually knowing that i always see him &lt;i&gt;in the flesh&lt;/i&gt; not through SMS or IM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that actually made this feeling grow stronger towards him'cause i wasn't just virtually being with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;damn it.&lt;/b&gt; that's also one of the reasons why i can't get over this &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess for him i'm &lt;i&gt;just that girl i met&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me he's &lt;i&gt;that guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that guy who actually made me feel &lt;i&gt;important&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who actually acknowledged my &lt;i&gt;personality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who actually &lt;b&gt;got me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who got every joke i said, understood me, &lt;i&gt;saw me&lt;/i&gt; for who i really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that i'm going to say this but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've felt like we've known each other forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, those beat up lines in movies actually come in handy for putting your feelings into words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days were the part of the best days of my life so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downside of all this is that these all happened so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe that i'm still holding on to it like my life depended on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse part is, i don't even know if he still remembers me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he could if i told him who i was &amp; how we met and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was probably just part of his distant past that never really stuck to him like it stuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, bottom line is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;im probably gonna cry myself to sleep tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-2440236562669300014?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2440236562669300014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=2440236562669300014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2440236562669300014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2440236562669300014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2440236562669300014' title='nostalgic flash'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-4638515634847374706</id><published>2008-04-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:33:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>i was surprisingly tagged by &lt;a href="http://glamorouslyinlove.co.nr/"&gt;sarah&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ano ang magiging reaksyon mo kapag...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. may lumapit sa iyo at nagpa-autograph?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uy! hi fans ;) para kanino? &lt;b&gt;bwahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. bigla kang hinalikan ng close/bestfriend mong opposite sex?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;whatthefck!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'd freak out :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. binigyan ka ng nanay mo ng 100 pesos at sinabing umalis ka na at mabuhay ka ng mag-isa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  okay ;) dala ko naman credit card mo e &lt;b&gt;bwahahaha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. pinuntahan ka ng crush mo sa bahay mo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uy! umuwi ka na! gusto mo mapatay ng nanay ko sa bahay namin? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. dinare kang magyosi?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ee, wala akong lungs e xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. nalaman mong 1 month ka nalang pwedeng mabuhay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- magstastay nalang ako sa church the whole month para magrepent sa lahat ng kasalanan at pagkukulang ko sa Diyos O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. binackstab ka ng kaibigan mo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POKER FACE. kunwari no reaction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. inalok ka ng GMA7 para sa isang commercial?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- deym abs nalang sana. xD sure fine, nandiyan naman si Richard e xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. hinabol ka ng aso?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BRUCE! STOP! STOP! AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. natawagan ka ng isang favorite celebrity mo by accident?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  magtatatalon after ko siya makausap sa phone. sabay gawa ng isang bagong post sa blog ko about it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. mags-squatters area nalang daw kayong pamilya mo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT? sabi na nga ba dapat di nalang ako nag-aral e T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. sumemplang ka sa harap ng crush mo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- super tatawa after nun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. nagkagusto ka sa crush ng friend mo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edi masaya! we can stalk him together! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANONG IREREPLY MO KAPAG SINABIHAN KA NG:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. "bakit hanggang ngayon hindi ka pa rin maka move on?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- move on? from alin? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. "bakit ka ba dikit nang dikit sakin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- malagkit ka kasi. di ko kasalanan un noh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. "naiinggit ako sayo"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'wag! ayokong may naiinggit sakin :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. "sana kasi hindi ka nangiiwan diba"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sana kasi hindi ka mabagal diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. "ang manhid mo.."!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ha? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. "punta tayo sa mall! nuod tayo sine"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sureeeeee! weeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. "mahal na mahal kita. sana tandaan mo".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nge xD &lt;Strike&gt;kadirs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. "you're too young for me..."!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you're too shallow for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. "nakyukyutan pinsan ko sayo"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh? haha! pinsan mo lang? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. "pwede pahingi pic mo"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wala e =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. "sali tayo sa wowowee"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sige! ako manonood ikaw naman ung magsasasayaw dun ha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. "mahal mo ba ko?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ha? :)) labo mo :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;14. "can i kiss you on the cheek?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOOO!!! WAAAAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;15. "insecure ka sa akin noh?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oo, ang ganda kasi ng paa mo e xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;16. "we're done. di ko na kaya to"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- alin? term paper ba to? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;17. "mas photogenic ako sa iyo"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mukha nga e. ang ganda mo kasi sa pictures tapos... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;18. "mahal mo sya. mahal nya ako"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edi magmahalan tayo! weeeeee! ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;19. "nakakatuwa ka naman"!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;20. "bakit ka naninigarilyo?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- di naman e :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;tag yourselves guys. nakakatamad magtag ng people xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog about stuff later tonight ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-4638515634847374706?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4638515634847374706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=4638515634847374706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4638515634847374706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4638515634847374706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4638515634847374706' title='tagged'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5422460752325348934</id><published>2008-04-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:35.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chika chika yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im using small text sizes again cause 3 people who took my poll said i should use small font size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's wait until your eyes bleed with difficulty reading my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;psycho&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to camille's house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, let's correct that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camille kidnapped me yesterday morning at 10 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i felt that i was kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random van pulling up at our house looking for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i had to hurry to fix myself 'cause i just freakin woke up when the van arrived 'cause i slept sooooooo late the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the result of watching too much freaky banned kid's show&lt;br /&gt;on youtube at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, when i arrived, we just lounged at her room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked with her &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and played with her iPhone which i didn't realize that it was an iPhone until we were at the van going to eastwood &amp; she told me that it WAS an iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put me out in school for a couple of weeks &amp; my mind wouldn't work properly anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAP TAP REVOLUTION, baby! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo fun but i only got to play once cause it wasn't working sometimes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking to her &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;, we went to eastwood to do stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of fun walking around eastwood with a bodyguards following you around xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't know that Dairy Queen actually sold &lt;i&gt;hotdogs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what the hell are hotdogs doing at &lt;b&gt;DAIRY&lt;/b&gt; queen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to say, Triple Cheese hotdog was gooooood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating we went around around around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this watch from Bayo that i really &lt;b&gt;liked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was out of stock so &lt;b&gt;BLAH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille wanted me to buy it so we can have the KC Concepcion paper bag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAhhwdYt9aI/AAAAAAAAARk/fWjNAoinj7I/s1600-h/BAYO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAhhwdYt9aI/AAAAAAAAARk/fWjNAoinj7I/s320/BAYO2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190506055694415266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fan much? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw a couple of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh &lt;b&gt;VEST GUY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, while we were eating at dairy queen, i made fun of this guy who was wearing a vest that passed by dairy queen and apparently, everywhere we go, vest guy was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even watched the same movie we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we actually still saw him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird but it was funny though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept laughing whenever we saw him xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we browsed for gifts that camille can give her &lt;i&gt;friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, &lt;b&gt;just give her a rock!&lt;/b&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also played the thing in timezone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one that's like dance dance revo but you use your hands to play with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm pretty good at dance dance revolution [smug smug]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God, i sucked at that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the reason why we were able to play 6 songs was that Camille was soooooo good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a freaking F for it, she got an A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think her game was faster than mine xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i was soooo tired after playing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deym, i better practice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, so we watched &lt;i&gt;Superhero Movie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeeeh, it was okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny in some parts but it was generally, SHORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i didnt even know that the ending &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the ending already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang shoooort. super bitin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we kind of walked around for a while &amp; decided to go back to her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of watched Step Up but i didn't get to finish it cause my dad was already there to pick me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went home lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 1:30 am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's earlier than usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because i woke up at 10 that morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, im starting to join this Internet program that says you can earn money by clicking advertisements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure about it though but it's worth a try ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww3.yuwie.com/profile/?id=623045"&gt;YUWIE&lt;/a&gt; to help me gain money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5422460752325348934?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5422460752325348934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5422460752325348934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5422460752325348934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5422460752325348934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5422460752325348934' title='chika chika yeah yeah'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAhhwdYt9aI/AAAAAAAAARk/fWjNAoinj7I/s72-c/BAYO2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-2780741591005007155</id><published>2008-04-15T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:36.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snorg is a funny word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is selling funny tees too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new statement shirts found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://snorgtees.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SNORG&lt;/span&gt; TEES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;unbelievably&lt;/i&gt; funny shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some favorites are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, the web designers didn't stop me this time :))&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9XI/AAAAAAAAARM/iWkL5zF5k2A/s1600-h/MyButtHurts_F_Thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189518801626854770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9XI/AAAAAAAAARM/iWkL5zF5k2A/s320/MyButtHurts_F_Thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9WI/AAAAAAAAARE/9s9laoklfJs/s1600-h/DanceDance_Thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189518801626854754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9WI/AAAAAAAAARE/9s9laoklfJs/s320/DanceDance_Thumbnail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hilarious! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2dYt9UI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_y7Q6Id3e0M/s1600-h/KoolAidMan__Thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189518797331887426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2dYt9UI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_y7Q6Id3e0M/s320/KoolAidMan__Thumbnail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3RQSzGCo7Gc/s1600-h/MeatIsNeat_Thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189518801626854738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9VI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3RQSzGCo7Gc/s320/MeatIsNeat_Thumbnail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;! who'll do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; aid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;commercials now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of course, for the carnivore that i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; for the most ultimate favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DRUMROLL&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATg1dYt9YI/AAAAAAAAARU/RoMoy0ETKDw/s1600-h/SometimesAlcoholISTheAnswer_Thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189519879663646082" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATg1dYt9YI/AAAAAAAAARU/RoMoy0ETKDw/s320/SometimesAlcoholISTheAnswer_Thumbnail.gif" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isn't that amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALCOHOL IS THE ANSWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, check these guys out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATg1dYt9ZI/AAAAAAAAARc/G88zt_Ay5-I/s1600-h/ThatsQuacktastic_Thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are from the US but they do ship internationally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but obviously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;they'll&lt;/span&gt; cost tons of bucks for a shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you can join their 'competition' though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are open for shirt ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they give accepted ideas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;$100 bucks plus any shirt of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;better start thinking of a witty design so i can get that Alcohol is the Answer shirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; guys to visit the site!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATg1dYt9ZI/AAAAAAAAARc/G88zt_Ay5-I/s1600-h/ThatsQuacktastic_Thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189519879663646098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATg1dYt9ZI/AAAAAAAAARc/G88zt_Ay5-I/s320/ThatsQuacktastic_Thumbnail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-2780741591005007155?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2780741591005007155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=2780741591005007155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2780741591005007155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2780741591005007155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2780741591005007155' title='snorg is a funny word'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SATf2tYt9XI/AAAAAAAAARM/iWkL5zF5k2A/s72-c/MyButtHurts_F_Thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-1939605763874198179</id><published>2008-04-14T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:37.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strike two from high school musical two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the high school musical cast &amp;amp; crew, &lt;i&gt;once again&lt;/i&gt;, found a way to make me feel so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy/giddy/wistful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just something about their aura, the happiness, the bonding, the dancing, the singing, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;, the filming, the props &amp;amp; &lt;strike&gt;the hot guys&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that just makes me wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want a clearer picture of how i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANmw9Yt9RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KIv4TlcoJyg/s1600-h/hsm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189104186958935314" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="225" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANmw9Yt9RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KIv4TlcoJyg/s320/hsm2.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YEAAAHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's a little hyper todaaaayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;siiiiigggghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i not in the cast anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LALALALA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does the running man*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can even act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOM! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;! DON'T UNPLUG THE COMPUTER!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? &lt;i&gt;triple threat&lt;/i&gt;, baby B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt; doesn't even sing most o the songs for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's got Drew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Seeley&lt;/span&gt;, which is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hot, to do that for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew should have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Troyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no complaints with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; though, very fantastic ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the one who likes to compare people but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;putting two hot guys' pictures in my blog can only bring bliss to you &amp;amp; me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unless you're a boy though... or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can &lt;i&gt;be the judge&lt;/i&gt; on who could have been the better Troy Bolton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANo99Yt9TI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_DWCyP_CWNI/s1600-h/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106609320490290" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANo99Yt9TI/AAAAAAAAAQs/_DWCyP_CWNI/s320/zac.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANo9tYt9SI/AAAAAAAAAQk/a9bQ3udawzQ/s1600-h/drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106605025522978" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANo9tYt9SI/AAAAAAAAAQk/a9bQ3udawzQ/s320/drew.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, i guess you guys know who's who right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sigh. sigh. sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can these guys get any dreamier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay, before i sigh myself to death, let's check the songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite: You Are The Music In Me ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously, the lyrics are simply &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GENIUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Banana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Banana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the music in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;meeee&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who knew that the writers liked bananas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;listen to it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZL5NIoimvo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZL5NIoimvo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see, it's nice to have background music while reading my blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyday&lt;/i&gt; has great lyrics too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a lifetime, means there's no second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chanceeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrate everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea guys! life's short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;celebrate everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops, sorry guys. i have to cut this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super cute &amp;amp; awesome singer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt; bumped into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; page again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; best with you cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even better than Chris Brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... we'll see when he hits puberty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQOFRZ1wNLw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQOFRZ1wNLw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;YOUUUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-1939605763874198179?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1939605763874198179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=1939605763874198179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1939605763874198179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1939605763874198179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1939605763874198179' title='strike two from high school musical two'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SANmw9Yt9RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KIv4TlcoJyg/s72-c/hsm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6532708839295735513</id><published>2008-04-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:38.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three is a charm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized how crazily long the earlier post was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i can't stand the length, the wordiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ughhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if by any chance, you're a judge for the candy mag blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ignore earlier post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i didn't even put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;picturessssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;note to self: stop saying so many things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably about to divulge you readers to a whole new set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; posts so, let's cut this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are actually a few things &amp;amp; events, mostly on showbiz that i want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can't stop me from doing so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, shall we begin? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NUMERO UNO:&lt;br /&gt;No Air Live on American Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI6ZtYt9KI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qN6R3_j-CE0/s1600-h/no+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188773934038643874" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="265" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI6ZtYt9KI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qN6R3_j-CE0/s320/no+air.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rickey&lt;/span&gt;.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the gods and goddesses of witchcraft &amp;amp; wizardry [what a mix up] had granted my wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most favorite song sang on my most favorite show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why the hell not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt, Chris is still the hottest thing alive out there in the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got Ryan to rub it all in on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jordin's&lt;/span&gt; face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, they awarded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; for her platinum sales &amp;amp; song downloads for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;, No Air &amp;amp; her album, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; Ryan Seacrest was talking about was how Chris had tons of those awards at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tsktsktsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gaydar&lt;/span&gt; was blinking extra rapidly that time&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was &lt;strike&gt;amazing as usual. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[EDIT: i just rewatched the show and realized how awkward the performance was! Jordin was all over Chris (can't blame her for that though) &amp;amp; Chris was like... pitchy &amp;amp; unserious about it &amp;amp; was like 'whoa Jordin! stop touching me!' :))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; had pretty awesome vocals that night, if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's quite hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that she's JUST 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris seemed like he was trying to hide something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like he was not &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; into the performance as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jordin&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also backed up A LOT of times whenever Jordin was touching him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think someone &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; was watching that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=LLrJGlrPOlo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUMBER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;TWOOOO&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Enchong&lt;/span&gt; Dee on ASAP '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay, so this is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt; but very passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ENCHONG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;MARRYMMEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now with &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; out of the way, on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;chiu's&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?] 'debut' on ASAP '08 a while ago &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;enchong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; was one of the guys who danced with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;enchong's&lt;/span&gt; dance with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;kim&lt;/span&gt; was different from all other dances from the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was amazingly acting like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;gentlemannnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually go for the cocky/egotistic guys, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;enchong&lt;/span&gt; openly admitted in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;newspaper&lt;/span&gt; article that i &lt;strike&gt;worshipped&lt;/strike&gt; read but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;enchong's&lt;/span&gt; way too cute to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI9kNYt9MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ow3lWCGCuFE/s1600-h/ench2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777412962153666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI9kNYt9MI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ow3lWCGCuFE/s320/ench2.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI9kdYt9NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6wkbTmxzrwg/s1600-h/ench3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188777417257120978" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="248" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI9kdYt9NI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6wkbTmxzrwg/s320/ench3.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI9kdYt9OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xQtMUUt-h6w/s1600-h/enchong.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI9kdYt9OI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xQtMUUt-h6w/s1600-h/enchong.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ENCHONG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow O__O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;enchong&lt;/span&gt; huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;pwede&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is really good friends with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;denise&lt;/span&gt; so... i guess i better start making friends with her now =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;LETRANG&lt;/span&gt; THREE!:&lt;br /&gt;THE DAVIDS OF IDOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let's do this alphabetically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ARCHULETA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI_CtYt9PI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LJmr1eZm-Qs/s1600-h/david+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188779036459791602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI_CtYt9PI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LJmr1eZm-Qs/s320/david+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David singing "Angel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;. hand over his heart. what a way to charm the audience :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been rooting for since day 0 of his idol exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look where he is now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI_CtYt9PI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LJmr1eZm-Qs/s1600-h/david+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boo to the people who didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me that he's going to go far! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he should seriously consider writing a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"How to Win in American Idol" book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard his voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;sultry&lt;/span&gt;, smooth, almost angelic like sound that makes you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLELUJAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's so gonna win this thing, it's not even gonna be a surprise... for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI_CtYt9PI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LJmr1eZm-Qs/s1600-h/david+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe the tables may turn for the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; David to win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;presenting: &lt;b&gt;COOK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI_39Yt9QI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tchzjkopHIY/s1600-h/david+cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188779951287825666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI_39Yt9QI/AAAAAAAAAQU/tchzjkopHIY/s320/david+cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;creative! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, look who's snickering at the back :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;way different singing style from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;archuleta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i still can't forget his cover for Lionel Richie's "Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;TMTH&lt;/span&gt;, people, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;TMTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing much to say about C-boy here but i tell you one thing about him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;serious talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he's such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;smartttttttt&lt;/span&gt; contestant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he has that appeal you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like shouting &lt;b&gt;"i rock! go eat my dust!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but still remains humble in himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;, that's pretty unique if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;despite of having same names, these boys are surely different from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they have a common trait though:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;super incredible talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mom's calling. making me sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt; sleep at 2:30 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6532708839295735513?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6532708839295735513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=6532708839295735513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6532708839295735513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6532708839295735513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6532708839295735513' title='three is a charm.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/SAI6ZtYt9KI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qN6R3_j-CE0/s72-c/no+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-3196692285941100794</id><published>2008-04-12T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:30:38.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogggged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea, so i got lonely and nominated my blog for Candy's blog awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not give it a shot? i got nothing to lose anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; kind of pissed off cause i made this super long description thing for my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after posting it to candy POOF it was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADA NO NULL NONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not getting over that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Noma&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom and i tried out some dresses from X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was surprisingly fun, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought this really nice dress from X that i *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;* picked out for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;, good child ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oohh&lt;/span&gt;! and i saw a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teammanilalifestyle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;team manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; outlet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Noma&lt;/span&gt; with my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't have nice sizes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of them were XS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;XS&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother tried out some shirts but didn't like the cut and the fitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Noma&lt;/span&gt; didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt; for like 3 weeks, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some fuse or whatever exploded 'cause of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; hot here in the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing it was working already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, i remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Noma&lt;/span&gt; being cooler than it was a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i saw DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Coki&lt;/span&gt;! :O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wowowee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds dorky but i really did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we were walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw this guy with a girl, carrying like 10 paper bags O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of cash. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tsktsktsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, being the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;usi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that i am, i stared at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt; bags, trying to find out where they bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;USI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; stare stare stare stare BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a bomb went off!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stop thinking that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dead now -____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK to the story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was staring at them then i looked at the guy's face and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt; [or not? :))] he looked back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;DAAAAAAAAAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been waiting all my life to finally see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that i just graduated from high school and did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, wrong story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked at him he looked at me my eyes grew wider when i realized who he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yes, my dad&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;COKI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started running to my brother and shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;coki&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Coki&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother was like so confused 'cause he was talking with someone on the phone that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after he was done talking on the phone, i pulled him to the direction where DJ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Coki&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his wife [i presume] were walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am the dork, shoot me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;, there's my wonderful life story for you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we we're walking past Giordano, they were playing &lt;i&gt;with you&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started singing with the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;salesman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;singing&lt;/span&gt; along with the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kind of even looked at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Giordano&lt;/span&gt; sure knows how to pick their employees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't found the bag that i have been &lt;strike&gt;wanting&lt;/strike&gt; needing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; something where i can put my phone and my wallet, that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that hangs on me and not for me to carry around in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you guys happen to know any, inform me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i will hunt you down and have to torture the information out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you don't want you head to be cut of by a spoon in the middle of the night, tell me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://www.candymag.com/blogawards/objects/digitalSticker/index2008.php?id=6c9ad13de76a&amp;amp;type2=1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yea! vote for my blog while you're at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or suffer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;jeez&lt;/span&gt;, i should stop watching Saw movies, don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-3196692285941100794?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3196692285941100794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=3196692285941100794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/3196692285941100794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/3196692285941100794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3196692285941100794' title='blogggged'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-7595779251809409060</id><published>2008-04-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:45:36.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>video killed the radio star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good &lt;strike&gt;morning!&lt;/strike&gt; afternoon, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i logged out at around 2:17 am a while ago and &lt;strong&gt;tried &lt;/strong&gt;to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i ended up listening to the radio instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bagillion times of changing the station, i ended up at &lt;i&gt;monster radio 93.10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hours with tom alvarez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, tom kept hinting to send in text messages for shout outs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was lured by his deep, velvety, &lt;strike&gt;sexy&lt;/strike&gt; voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, the push-over i am, i did send a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORK DORK DORK, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i bet when you read the message i sent, you'd think that i'm a BIGGER dork than i already appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, let's not include the message, shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, the message was quite long, but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took up 2 messages for texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, i read the message and noticed that i had a typo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A TYPO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i had to send a follow-up text, correcting the typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after long minutes of waiting for him to shout out my message, all he said was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;'we have a sender, who actually sent lots of messages bot, ow! you didn't put your name. oh... this message was a typo from the last message. these text lines are likes this sometimes though.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;greaaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i did put my name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i remembered what igi &lt;strike&gt;mylove&lt;/strike&gt; said about their text line not being able to register 2 continuous messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now, i look like that pushy &amp;amp; [thank God] nameless dork who doesn't know how to put her name in an entry :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sooo, i'm kind of pissed off by some people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pshhhh. have your fun, i don't careeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we're not even close to start withhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bleeeeeeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-7595779251809409060?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7595779251809409060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=7595779251809409060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7595779251809409060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7595779251809409060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7595779251809409060' title='video killed the radio star.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-4033625090489784571</id><published>2008-04-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:38.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>habit forming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that my blog is actually working after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't want to work with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, but whatever works for you guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;, it's midnight and what i usually do during summer midnights is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOP ONLINE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really shop. more like browse online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found tons of cool shirts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dieing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i get over it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just recently discovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ashlee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;simpsons&lt;/span&gt;' line of clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which are expensive, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; eyeing on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/R_4_K4DNVAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dJ8JKWtA-B8/s1600-h/peacehoodiewetseal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187653276854473730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/R_4_K4DNVAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dJ8JKWtA-B8/s320/peacehoodiewetseal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to become a humanitarian after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the line is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wetseal.com/home.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wet seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;okaaaayyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget about foreign clothing lines from overrated artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's try our own brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inyofaceproudrace.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;proud race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has really edgy and humorous graphic tees that really show that they're made from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are mostly about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pinoy&lt;/span&gt; celebs and stuff. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;customize&lt;/span&gt; shirts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;. it's also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what's a more decent word from imitation, &lt;i&gt;derived&lt;/i&gt; from the UK[and not to mention, pricey] brand &lt;a href="http://www.houseofholland.co.uk/"&gt;house of holland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how do i know these stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'cause my brothers left me with 5 hours of internet time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;next store is probably my favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teammanilalifestyle.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;team manila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's name doesn't really have an exclamation point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just placed it there to emphasize how i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;loooooove&lt;/span&gt; the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;designs are really made for Filipinos to shout out their pride for being a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yeaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ASTIG&lt;/span&gt;! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some designs even remind me of those kiddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kalye&lt;/span&gt; days when we played games outside our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yeaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's even Tiny Manila for little kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't copy the photos in their site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tsktsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;good job web designers. good job.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when you happen to visit the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my faves are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥ 1+1 Magellan&lt;/i&gt; shirt from Tiny Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pinoy&lt;/span&gt; Royals&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; from Men's wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Buendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; shirt Women's Archives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;... visit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;or die with curiosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-4033625090489784571?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4033625090489784571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=4033625090489784571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4033625090489784571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4033625090489784571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4033625090489784571' title='habit forming'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/R_4_K4DNVAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dJ8JKWtA-B8/s72-c/peacehoodiewetseal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-4437103249415053361</id><published>2008-04-10T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:05:39.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger really does not want me to blog again huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i cannot see the incredibly long &amp;amp; new post i posted earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arggghhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; giving blogger a night to fix itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it's bye-bye blogging for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been crying a l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; for the past 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; idol gives back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yesss&lt;/span&gt;. behind this short tempered &amp;amp; quite selfish, i may add, girl is a heart of gold :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major goosebumps were temporarily residing my skin throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show made me wanna donate all my clothes and money to the victims of AIDS in Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who suffered under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; Katrina in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; those never last for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, keep me interested and i might consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, no. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;primadonna&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a very fickle person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to get over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;, BLOGGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix yourself or i shall leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/productred/?action=view&amp;amp;current=remoteImage-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="American Idol - Idol Gives Back, with (RED)" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u236/productred/remoteImage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4642338915801980387-4437103249415053361?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4437103249415053361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=4437103249415053361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4437103249415053361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/4437103249415053361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4437103249415053361' title='frustrated'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-254560686430451905</id><published>2008-04-10T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:31:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one year after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a year since i last clicked the 'new post' button here on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels &lt;em&gt;goooooooooood &lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. one year of missing the action in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what pushed me to go back to the industry of blogging again? [wtf? haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. my blog! :D&lt;br /&gt;i just realized how my blog looks so pretty! SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my url&lt;br /&gt;my url so cool to be left dying away in the depths of internet jelly bean world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. myself&lt;br /&gt;yea. i miss reading and going &lt;strike&gt;what the fck was i talking about&lt;/strike&gt; whenever i finish reading an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. summer boredom!&lt;br /&gt;self-explanatory homies B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i dunno. i guess i needed to stimulate my creative juices before they get evaporated by the extreme heat of summer tormenttttt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess the list explains it all then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo, what have had happened to me in the past 10 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT.&lt;/strong&gt; and i mean A LOT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried lots of new things and experienced lots of new things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parties. &lt;strike&gt;drinking&lt;/strike&gt;, more parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i guess i left all of those behind as i left high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you don't know, &lt;u&gt;I'M A COLLEGE FRESHMAN!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not to woot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this post is quite uninteresting as my other post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i grew up to be a less humorous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my period today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason why i posted on my blog is to update my friends [and myself] of what is going to happen in one of the newest and nerve-exploding [yes, exploding] events in the life of a person: &lt;b&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, tons of people said that college should be fun and free and... fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, why not join me in realizing whether what people are saying are true or are they just big fat liars? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA : someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is being annoying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL HIM. KILL HIM. KILL HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does he have to shout like a retard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh ugh ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer in our house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my older brother just consistently watched different movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i better end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i might continue it later midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. brother alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you just go and watch your freaking soccer game thing and stop being so annoyingggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. he's making sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c119/Stacyloo3/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NKOTBwelcomeback.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Welcome Back" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c119/Stacyloo3/NKOTBwelcomeback.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t314/Crazy-grl521/Icons%20others%20made/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gettingannoyed.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Annoyed icon" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t314/Crazy-grl521/Icons%20others%20made/gettingannoyed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/aVa603/Icon/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thanti-period.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Icon27" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee225/aVa603/Icon/thanti-period.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. those icons are pretty lame [and gross], aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-254560686430451905?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/254560686430451905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=254560686430451905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/254560686430451905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/254560686430451905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#254560686430451905' title='one year after'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t314/Crazy-grl521/Icons%20others%20made/th_gettingannoyed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-7750298796695448996</id><published>2007-04-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:38.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom tastes goood.</title><content type='html'>bad thing is i just had a &lt;strong&gt;taste&lt;/strong&gt; of it. not the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom. i want it and i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusion brought to me by laguna beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you guys ever imagine yourself, driving alone with a big Styrofoam cup of coffee. cellphone rings: your friend is waiting for you in some classy restaurant. you park your range rover while putting on your big sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats only part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna experience those kind of stuff you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, you dont have to have any plans what-so-ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just get a call from a friend and you can be right there, hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more asking parents if you can go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;own car, friends, spontaneity, cellphone, &lt;s&gt;boyfriends&lt;/s&gt;, bunch of money... &lt;b&gt;WHATEVER you want!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, parents will still be there. not as strict and killjoy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i also feel scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS INDEPENDENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're practically on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, parents, stay by my side.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough of the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american idol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idol gives back was such an uplifting show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're trying to donate money to those n need, especially people in africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to thank God for the blessings He had given me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many stars were watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELLY was there, of course. one of the reasons why i watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goosebumps were visiting me often throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one got out. yeah. i was jumping up and down when chris and jordin were the only contestants left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom calling. gotta stop blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkOzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JVSXMsDVzG0/s1600-h/lagune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkOzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JVSXMsDVzG0/s320/lagune.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057785095396801330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkO0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fUTu7n3JS0A/s1600-h/not+good+enough.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkO0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fUTu7n3JS0A/s320/not+good+enough.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057785095396801346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkO1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3nn0nbYgjxQ/s1600-h/freedom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkO1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3nn0nbYgjxQ/s320/freedom.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057785095396801362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;see, this is why i want freedom. now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-7750298796695448996?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7750298796695448996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=7750298796695448996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7750298796695448996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/7750298796695448996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7750298796695448996' title='freedom tastes goood.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RjDcvzlkOzI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JVSXMsDVzG0/s72-c/lagune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5115402190431223954</id><published>2007-04-25T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T01:26:45.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>master blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="300"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;bea --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A master blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa! the quiz thinks that im a master blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smug* *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda depressed today. just foundout something thats depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVE ON DAMMIT!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need xanga quotes that can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like THATS gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, guess all this is a blur to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my everyday routine is like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 12:30 pm; sleep at 2:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiiirdd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bleh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just happen to find this quote very true &lt;s&gt;and so in-your-face to my parents.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;never wake up before ten, never go to bed &lt;br /&gt;before three.normal hours are for normal people. &lt;br /&gt;you never want to be normal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLEH! see if i care!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5115402190431223954?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5115402190431223954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5115402190431223954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5115402190431223954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5115402190431223954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5115402190431223954' title='master blogger.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5496183328298554899</id><published>2007-04-24T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:39.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelly's day!</title><content type='html'>so &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; why felt that i was forgetting something today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiiit's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥♥♥ KELLY &lt;s&gt;mylove&lt;/s&gt; CLARKSON'S 25th birthday today!&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Ri4ai7M7KaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EuZJlHdXLDU/s1600-h/KELLY!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057008618893420962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Ri4ai7M7KaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EuZJlHdXLDU/s320/KELLY!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother was telling me not to post this yet because it's still not april 24 on the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching all her music videos in youtube over and over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, like what camille said, she gained some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes her more adorable than ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, no one rocks like she does. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; And performing isn't about looking the best or being the most beautiful. I do it because I love it. Look, nobody else has my butt. Nobody has my eyes. Nobody has my nose. It's all mine. And that's what makes me different from everyone.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;-kelly brianne clarkson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't get enough of kell bell's charm :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5496183328298554899?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5496183328298554899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5496183328298554899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5496183328298554899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5496183328298554899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5496183328298554899' title='kelly&apos;s day!'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Ri4ai7M7KaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EuZJlHdXLDU/s72-c/KELLY!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-3115900544891859402</id><published>2007-04-24T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T02:06:42.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fighter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;If people talk about you behind your back,&lt;br /&gt;it's because you're ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that quote just made my day brighter than that scorching sun outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some time, i have been very depressed because of certain backstabbing issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone in their life has to get through that awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, backstabbers are just &lt;i&gt;jealous, immature, need-to-get-a-life people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and im not trying to imply anything on a certain person. that would make me a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, now i have something to think about whenever someone disses me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i gave up on those hit-your-head-on-a-brick-wall riddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need to go through that kind of mental torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;realizations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;hearts; i just realized that i actually hate formalities. i mean those things are so akward to do. well, at least for me. so, i guess i like people who dont extend their hand during the first time we meet. or people who wait for a hug or a kiss whenever we meet. yeah, i'd like that. simple hand wave works better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, i still need some sugar to make myself feel wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; aww, my brother just made me ube filled crackers. they taste gooood. &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; im loving rnb more than rock now&lt;br /&gt;but kelly clarkson is still number one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i tend to hide what i really feel. &lt;b&gt; a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i dont usually finish the things that i start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i havent been using photoshop! damn that riddle site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i havent checked my quizilla account! the story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; review classes=end of my summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; i actually realized that sometimes, i tend to be a hypocrite. i'll try to work on that part of me. hah! well at least im brave enough to accept my faults and mature enough to do something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of review classes, my review classes will start on may 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my borther and i are pressuring my parents to go on a trip NOW because we both wont be able to come to vacation trips cause of those freaking classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i feel so mature :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-3115900544891859402?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3115900544891859402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=3115900544891859402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/3115900544891859402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/3115900544891859402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3115900544891859402' title='fighter.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6891215085449386417</id><published>2007-04-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:03:08.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need my life back. seriously.</title><content type='html'>UGH! THAT FREAKING RIDDLE SITE IS EATING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this major migraine during the first 3 hours of anwsering those freaking riddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did stop solving it cause my brothers were nudging me out of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing is life consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT EATS YOU UP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and! whenever you get a really DUH! answer, you'll really feel bad about wasting time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training my brain for futher, ummm, challenges? in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear this thing gets tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im 45 and currently stuck and trying to scrape my mind out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i learned new words from the site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &lt;b&gt;confuzzled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- some fancy word for confused and puzzled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &lt;b&gt;nurlo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- A vocalization of frustration, an interjection of one who is failing to understand, the groan of realization when one realizes he or she had been making something that is fairly easy way too hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; &lt;b&gt;megaphone&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt; to say words or phrases outloud to figure out a 'subliminal' message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is totured right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been checking any of my accounts in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. level 45 is now calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and im answering to it's call @_@&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6891215085449386417?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6891215085449386417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=6891215085449386417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6891215085449386417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6891215085449386417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6891215085449386417' title='i need my life back. seriously.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-7471161883013721562</id><published>2007-04-23T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:44:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>riddle that.</title><content type='html'>yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal-ish day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at the couch where bruce puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, we also went to the graduation party of one of tita emma's sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumlaude in up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright future ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEFFRIDDLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t's this one internet thing wherein you need to solve the page riddle to get to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the most awesome things in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people even spend days, even months on a riddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT im on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;level 28 and i just started this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, smarticle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brag brag brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, you guys have to try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your minds will REALLY work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not riddles as in WORD riddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to use dfferent programs to solve some riddles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to check the properties and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached level 26, guess what picture appeared!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLYSHYTZIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the things that i am afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when his picture loaded, i jumped out of my seat and started screaming towards my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL PEOPLE! MJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more about the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to figure out the keyword and edit it in the url to go to the next web page/level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to do different twists and turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is no ordinary riddle page! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i put this in a clearer way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just check it out! here's the url for the start of the riddle galooooooooore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weffriddles.com/"&gt; RIDDLES!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the riddle starts as soon as you click the "click here" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoo, that was a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are going to be disturbed by the riddles my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those will really get you glued to your computer screens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, when you solved a certain riddle, you're gonna slap your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of a kind. awesome shit!&lt;div 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that.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-8465395600581713745</id><published>2007-04-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:39.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world full of strangers.</title><content type='html'>saTURDay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day was kinda interestring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, i went down for breakfast when my brother showed me this issue of time magazine with pictures of people in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made me guess who they were and i said that they are random people who represent the world or bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were the photos of the victims of the Virginia tech massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while i was eating cereal from the cabinet, my brother told a brief background of the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i kinda got interested so i grabbed the magazine and read it while eating cereal, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, when i first heard about the event, i didn't really care or anyting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES THAT WAS MEAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh see the but?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading the SUPER LONG article, i really felt like my heart was heavy or something.&lt;br /&gt;the aricle was around 7 pages long (but with pics) but i was soo interested that i started searching the net about the massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also read about the Columbine massacre in 99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed my dad's compilation of time/newsweek magazine and started searching for the articles about the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sooo interested that i even browsed the dictionary to learn certain terms that were written in the aricles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did you know that the murderer, i dont even want to mention his name, made videos and photographs that stated that self-pity and the attempted attack and sent all of them to NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the article also contained scenes of the massacre which were taken from those who survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept searching and searching for stuff for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so my mom and my aunt were making invitatons for the upcoming wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to go out and buy stuff for the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we went to kia libis to test drive some cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my brother starts blabbing and blabbing about cars and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why do boys know that much stuff about cars?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do they get the information and all?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp. my brother. agents were sooo fond of him because as they said 'he knew more stuff than them'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did you know that my dad gave me a pack of mNms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! i left the blue ones in the car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i dont eat the blue mnms. i looove staring at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loove blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my little cousin on tv a while ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she played on wowowee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill just tell you one interesting thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were in this bakeshop choosing cakes for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, mom asked this employee in the bakeshop where the attendant for the cake decorations was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy said that the attendant just went on a break and will be shifting in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy asked, 'bakit po ma'm magbibirthday na po si bianca' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ay si beatrice po pala.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'o baka si rafael po ung may birthday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, aunt and i were like staring at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY DID HE KNOW OUR NAMES?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why the hell do people confuse my name as BIANCA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tito francis called me bianca, random family friends call me bianca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; THIS UNKNOWN GUY CALLED ME BIANCA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo we were all looking confused (and pretty scared) when the guy said that he was julius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hi julius! who the?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN&lt;/b&gt; he explained that he was a janitor in the bank where my mom worked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mymom realized who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, those things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when 'julius' went out to do someting, my mom tld me that that guy ad quite a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess when was julius the janitor in the bank where my mom worked before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess! come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1994&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharp memory indeedee-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo moving on. my mom and i looked for a dress for her to wear for the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fit. fit. fit. buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i saw ate karin! she said hi bea! then my mom was cofused &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i turned around i saw her and quickly said hi ate karin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she was with her sister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with my family was fun, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true. sooo, car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car. we shared A LOT of stories in the car tonight. some are very interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and my mom kinda slipped when she told me that i have an &lt;s&gt;arranged&lt;/s&gt; marriage with the son of a friend of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;HOLY SHYTZIT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, techically not 'arranged' but her friend and she were talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said something like 'sabi ni emma(moms friend), dapat magkatuluyan nalang ung mga anak natin nila jhun(my uncle).'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tita emma and my mom are like 'friends forever'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her sons and her daughter were also our childhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're one awesome family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, i havent seen her kids since we moved to our new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did see them one morning, on the day of our prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, my mom kept telling me to take one of er sons as my prom date, BUT I DONT WANNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because you know the standards and all, (believe me, hes a perfect gentleman) but then i havent seen him for like 6 years?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that has got to be akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause he knows that i treat him as a big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo im not supposed to tell everyone THAT but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was just a casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93bM7KWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7YvrqqFI1kA/s1600-h/childhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93bM7KWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7YvrqqFI1kA/s320/childhood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055921554080868706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93rM7KXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lf4AGR5z6Bo/s1600-h/strangers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93rM7KXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lf4AGR5z6Bo/s320/strangers.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055921558375836018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93rM7KYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iCeZA_-nNLg/s1600-h/virginia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93rM7KYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iCeZA_-nNLg/s320/virginia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055921558375836034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OR WAS IT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-8465395600581713745?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8465395600581713745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=8465395600581713745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/8465395600581713745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/8465395600581713745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8465395600581713745' title='world full of strangers.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rio93bM7KWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7YvrqqFI1kA/s72-c/childhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-145235986057875007</id><published>2007-04-20T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T06:50:21.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bullet.</title><content type='html'>so i've been cranky today. woke up at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo what to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. another pointless entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, story story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xanga frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw abby's entries in multiply about quotes and stuff which are soo awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her where she got those stuff and guess what! from xanga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xanga rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get some pictures that i use for the avatars and icons i edit from xanga too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo many quotes, so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post one later. i have to pick one though cause there are so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIP SYNCING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the things that i cant stop doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how fun it is to just pretend that you're a star? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, most people just can't help syncing with a song that they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know that i'm part of those people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news everyone: i lost one of my earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect a mad mom later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tyra too. racism and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that show is really great you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye opening. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? kelly clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, one of my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down to earth and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. i have to go eat. &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes iwish i could go back to the days when i was six &amp; my biggest problem was &lt;br /&gt;what kind of dress to put on Barbie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I agree;&lt;br /&gt;your friends should always&lt;br /&gt;come first, but real friends &lt;br /&gt;would never make you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ten years from now i wont remember&lt;br /&gt;every friday night  or what  made us&lt;br /&gt;laugh so hard - but i will remember that&lt;br /&gt;u were the one who was always there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEAD ENDS ARE KIND. AT LEAST THEY TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE GOING NOWHERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-145235986057875007?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/145235986057875007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=145235986057875007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/145235986057875007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/145235986057875007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#145235986057875007' title='bullet.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6361967640129177488</id><published>2007-04-19T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:40.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's give them something to talk about.</title><content type='html'>YAY! I HAVE A TAGBOARD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how camille did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaking tried to activate it for days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my blog is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha! next on my list... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find out who frucking made that fake account of me in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo, if i find out who did that i don't know what i'll do to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyway, i wasn't able to make a post yesterday bacause i had a pleasant (not) surprise yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph and gieka went to my house without even telling me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo what a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLASH REPORT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freak gave me a new comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Posted 19/4/2007 2:47 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pending approval -okay bea...&lt;br /&gt;ill...cancel this account....&lt;br /&gt;and why i will cancel dis account?&lt;br /&gt;it is because...&lt;br /&gt;i feel this is not right....&lt;br /&gt;i gave this louise a comment... w/ words of you dont want to hear...&lt;br /&gt;well...all i can say...&lt;br /&gt;is.. i can only....cancel this account nxt week...&lt;br /&gt;dats what i want,,,,&lt;br /&gt;nd tell louise that sorry...for the bad words&lt;br /&gt;well all i can say is IM sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT whatever. i wont even bother talking about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so back to the 'surprise'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually typing one entry from my blog when my two &lt;s&gt;wonderful&lt;/s&gt; friends decided to barge in to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa! am i being punk'd?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant help it if im famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i was joking. im not THAT conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was fun. yeah. lots of laughs, games, and you know, things to do with your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, girly sutff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went at my house around 2 pm and left at 930?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music and lyrics... we watched that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do stuff, blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have this wedding to go to on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh they're so young! hmm, they might read this sooo, i wont say their names and ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my mind is not set for blogging today so this entry is kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! did you know sanjaya got out of idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blake was in the bottom 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i chose a design for my dress. cO_Ol thing is that we can design our own dress but we have to stick to the same color for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blab. thats what i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched charlie and the chocolate factory! at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cO_Ol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD is sooo cute! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this entry sucks so i shall end it before you get bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7pbM7KTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SeZL0o_NPk8/s1600-h/being+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7pbM7KTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SeZL0o_NPk8/s320/being+me.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055145058353490226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7p7M7KUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n4dzeo4DZOc/s1600-h/young.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7p7M7KUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n4dzeo4DZOc/s320/young.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055145066943424834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7p7M7KVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/p7HCWDSZ8LY/s1600-h/better+chapter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7p7M7KVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/p7HCWDSZ8LY/s320/better+chapter.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055145066943424850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; chewing gum is really gross. chewing gum i hate the most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6361967640129177488?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6361967640129177488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=6361967640129177488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6361967640129177488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6361967640129177488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6361967640129177488' title='let&apos;s give them something to talk about.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/Rid7pbM7KTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SeZL0o_NPk8/s72-c/being+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-2709003219891477280</id><published>2007-04-17T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:41.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one wants to be lonely.</title><content type='html'>i heard that song on the radio this morning when i went down for breaksfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great, i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about the whole thing that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the whole mess was because of &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not really a strong person. and when the whole thing started to sink in, i really felt bad and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first, i feel like saying sorry to preppyprincess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. it just came on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, i still want to kill that poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't she just show herself up so that i won't think about the person who would do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakin coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she disses me and tries to imply that im scared of telling my friend the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look who's dissing people while hiding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why in the world would &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; tell her whether i like renz or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know her! dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even get her point! why is she doing all that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFT. jealous. fo sho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok friends, do me a favor and give her a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i woke up at 945 am today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amazing was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWIE5-kBGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N7Pfvo24YH8/s1600-h/complicated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWIE5-kBGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N7Pfvo24YH8/s320/complicated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595774657332322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWJHJ-kBII/AAAAAAAAANM/3_rhnqCMpi0/s1600-h/drama+yo+mamma.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWJHJ-kBII/AAAAAAAAANM/3_rhnqCMpi0/s320/drama+yo+mamma.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054596912823665794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWJtp-kBJI/AAAAAAAAANU/MAeH9U_7Bts/s1600-h/dont+drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWJtp-kBJI/AAAAAAAAANU/MAeH9U_7Bts/s320/dont+drama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054597574248629394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! no more drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;junior high called. they want their drama back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-2709003219891477280?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2709003219891477280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=2709003219891477280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2709003219891477280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2709003219891477280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2709003219891477280' title='no one wants to be lonely.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiWIE5-kBGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/N7Pfvo24YH8/s72-c/complicated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5445983616480238647</id><published>2007-04-17T07:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T07:50:08.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now THAT'S freaky</title><content type='html'>okay!! so i thought that this day was going to be just one of those ordinary days, BUT NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i was online, i was thinking about talking about one tree hill here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i watched it a while ago and i cried like 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the episode wherein lucas got unconscious when hailey was ran over by a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he was alble to talk with keith and stuff. blabla. just watch the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about keith, he was so funny when he said that hell wont forgive dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody eyes and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, watched hannah montana too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was about to kiss that cocky famous &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; guy named something ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! i forgot a hot guy's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! jake ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i didnt forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we reach to the explanation for the title of this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, there's this girl in frendster that copied my profile and added stuff that i was in love with my friend renz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know! crazy right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started that profile a looong time ago but i just ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, i messaged her this morning asking her why she made that profile and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, she commented back! ohmygash! brace yourselves dear readers cause this is going to be funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;s&gt;extremely PATHETIC&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Posted 17/4/2007 4:31 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...BEA girl....&lt;br /&gt;y0u are freaker than me.....&lt;br /&gt;y0u are such ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;even th0ugh y0u dont want to tell it..&lt;br /&gt;but tell me...&lt;br /&gt;you feel everything for him ryt?&lt;br /&gt;and i think you have a relationship haha...&lt;br /&gt;FREAK O.o......&lt;br /&gt;and i kn0w y0u have a crush on that PERSON..renz...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....you like him soooooooooo much...&lt;br /&gt;tell me the truth.....&lt;br /&gt;i k0w y0u like him...more than a friend..&lt;br /&gt;and like him very much but cant tell him the truth!&lt;br /&gt;what a freakkkyyyyy GIRL!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's jealous... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, i admit. at first, i was extremely pissed and all that shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i talked with steph and realized that everything did not deserve to be pissed about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on! someone's jealous of me! i should celebrate! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssh yeah! im FREAKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;dumbass&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked about renz about this one time, he tried to find out who did that but that didn't go too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to clear things up! i &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; have a relationship with him. nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and his cousin named louise messaged me. check it awt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date: Tuesday, 17 April, 2007 7:38 PM &lt;br /&gt;Subject: hi ate bea//// &lt;br /&gt;Message: is that true your falling in love w/ my couZ...RENz baliza...&lt;br /&gt;i just saw this account....&lt;br /&gt;someone's mailed me...&lt;br /&gt;this:anabeatrice_renz@yahoo.com...&lt;br /&gt;she want to be add...&lt;br /&gt;so i knew the email add....&lt;br /&gt;well im just askin if you made that account.....?&lt;br /&gt;c0z....if im fallin in love in a pers0n..&lt;br /&gt;i wont tell that i fall in l0ve...&lt;br /&gt;and wont do account.....bc0z of HIM!...&lt;br /&gt;s0?&lt;br /&gt;is that true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a 3rd year ryt? you'll gonna be a senior next skul year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s0? im just askin if you are the one who made that account!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o i have another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are gonna love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date: Tuesday, 17 April, 2007 7:58 PM &lt;br /&gt;Subject: hey... &lt;br /&gt;Message: AnAbeAtrice_renz gave me a c0mment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my pr0file....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to the c0mments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youll see what a freak c0mment she gave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that anabeatrice told me that you kissed in the boy's CR????!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just check out what words that she put in the comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave her a c0mment....&lt;br /&gt;that anabeatrice renz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that way...she gave me a c0mment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just check out!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i checked out. (haha) and saw this pretty little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ana BEAtriCe &lt;br /&gt;Posted 17/4/2007 &lt;br /&gt;hay nako girly...&lt;br /&gt;inlove na inlove ako sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;sa pinsan mo,..&lt;br /&gt;ng sobra sobra.....&lt;br /&gt;nag-kiss na nga kami nun&lt;br /&gt;sa CR ng boys!&lt;br /&gt;oo ganon..ka love namin ang isa't isa!&lt;br /&gt;basta i love him!&lt;br /&gt;very MUch! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! i would LOVE to make out in the boys bathroom! woopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YES, i was being sarcastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo, this is what i told the girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date: Tuesday, 17 April, 2007 10:3 PM &lt;br /&gt;Subject: :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Message: hahaha! omg! :) so YOU like renz? come on he's just my friend. you can have him if you want. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever gave you the idea that we actually have a relationship? we haven't even seen each other for 3 years for pete's sake.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im flattered an all for the thing you did case you gave me the idea that SOMEONE actually was 'jealous'of me to the extent that they'll make a profile of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so to clear things up, i do NOT have a relationship with renz, what-so-ever. hes just a friend. and umm, so there. thats it. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! how mature was that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pete's sake! haha! pete wentz! hot like pete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if i hadn't talked with steph, that message would be soooo different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be full of &lt;s&gt;FCK YOUS&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;GO TO HELL&lt;/s&gt; and so on and so forth. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, wasnt that mature of me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great! i feel good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. my gut told me that i needed justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PAYBACK IS A &lt;s&gt;BITCH&lt;/s&gt;. AND I'M PAYBACK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i followed it with this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date: Tuesday, 17 April, 2007 10:20 PM &lt;br /&gt;Subject: and oh yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Message: haha, yeah, im freaky and i have friends who love me for that. plus, i even mentioned that in my profile, if you didn't notice that while you were copying it.but what the heck. im not the one who copied a person's profile over a boy. now THAT'S freaky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH BURN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's your daddy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;b&gt;i still dont have a tag board!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, i'll mess with that now! my two hours are almost over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah! here's the link for the profile of the girl who LOOOOVES me!&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/37767250"&gt;my lovah!&lt;/a&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5445983616480238647?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5445983616480238647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5445983616480238647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5445983616480238647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5445983616480238647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5445983616480238647' title='now THAT&apos;S freaky'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-1755014194101167385</id><published>2007-04-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:41.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 am and she calls me cause i'm still awake.</title><content type='html'>nah, it's not really 2 am. that song was the first thing that came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the day's going to end anytime now. preview of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished editing this freaking blog already and ready to promote it! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to make hearts which had been a mystery to me since ever! like this &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a problem in iconator AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i made this emo icon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN3k5-kBAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TWKUhcOpMao/s1600-h/emopce.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN3k5-kBAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TWKUhcOpMao/s320/emopce.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054014682762052610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone commented on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From: iamaemo &lt;br /&gt;Date: 2007-04-16  &lt;br /&gt;  hey! this guy is my mate on myspace. i chat to him. he would kill u if he found out theres a icon of him on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHYTZIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i messaged, her or him, that i was sorry and that i tried to delete the icon, but iconator doesn't allow you to delete icons/avvies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. whatever. it's not like that guy can really &lt;i&gt;kill&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or he might cut himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm loooving my friends in iconator. they adore me! haha! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i've been stuck to that channel during the vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watced call to greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those hot obnoxious guys. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay lab dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp. drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and andreas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all special in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my brother made this rule thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours only then he'll use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMYGAWD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruce beatboxed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously! i thought he was chocking or something but my brother told me he was beatboxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruche baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is so HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thanks for pointing out the OBVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched some backmasking videos in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very freaky, i tell ya. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i still don;t have a tagboard, which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get camille to help me with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah camille again. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she was the one who forced me into making ANOTHER blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like, what? the third time she did this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that 69 is such an awesome number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT LOOKS LIKE A YIN YANG! 69 SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok last night, i was messaging ths friend of mine. see, we talked about stuff that i think didn't have a good ending. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that multiply SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hates me and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to tagaytay during the holy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betcha didnt know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days in tagaytay, all we did was sleep and eat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're one lazy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, my dad kept forcing us to go out, swim, whatever stuff, but we kept on refusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd rather stay in the hotel room and sleep and eat and watch tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the ten commendments and mr. world. plus a lot of CNN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. dads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own. you know that show? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, they were looking for a kelly clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that episode was freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIANNA! a very hyper girl that tends to be wierd and &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they were recording for breakaway, the mic was behind her back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it;s hard to explain, but it was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl named sarah won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the least insane of them all, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i could have been a better kelly clarskon&lt;/s&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? i didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop giving me that look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my 2 hours are almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go &lt;s&gt;pretend like kelly clarkson while singing in front of the mirror&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baboon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN8P5-kBEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/26FgqkeSccM/s1600-h/summer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN8P5-kBEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/26FgqkeSccM/s320/summer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054019819542938690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN76J-kBDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i8wAJy2RNC8/s1600-h/randon+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN76J-kBDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/i8wAJy2RNC8/s320/randon+cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054019445880783922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN9U5-kBFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TFizQiaNPQU/s1600-h/kelly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN9U5-kBFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TFizQiaNPQU/s320/kelly.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054021004953912402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-1755014194101167385?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1755014194101167385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=1755014194101167385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1755014194101167385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/1755014194101167385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1755014194101167385' title='2 am and she calls me cause i&apos;m still awake.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiN3k5-kBAI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TWKUhcOpMao/s72-c/emopce.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-2132937209747302656</id><published>2007-04-16T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:39:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the panda</title><content type='html'>im feeling blah today. not really in the mood to blog about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's my summer so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i don't know. boring i guess, but i actually learned new stuff like PHOTOSHOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome shit man! now i can pass my avatars to iconator and make friends there! weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i searched for some tutorials for it and stuff. yeah click &lt;a href="http://"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the album of the stuff i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of friends in iconator, i found some really great online buddies. and yes, an enemy. preppyprincess. PFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quizilla never failed to amuse me during the summer. im reading up on one story about vampires and werewolves. cO_Ol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! see the smiley face on that one? haha.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, what else? ohh story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this abnormally hot guy in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe he's not that HOT but i don't know, he seema to be the perfect guy appearance-wise (haha! yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so my mom and i were grocery shopping last saturday. i was being a slave for her that day. anyway, my mom and i entered this lane AND THEN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot guy passing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sht. he's like the guy of my dreams-- mmaterialized! hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll describe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks like RYAN ROSS. i swear. the hair and all. he even looked like he was wearing eyeliner or something. his hair was brownish like ryan's too and yeah, they have the same hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his face looked kinda foreign kinda local. i dont know, i like guys with a kinda foreign look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKS LIKE RYAN ROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah, i mentioned that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height was PERFECT. taller than me but not too tall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the way he dressed! gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok brown shirt with a rock-ish design. brownish/khaki-ish shorts and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he could have had plus points for chucks/vans but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. perfect ideedee-o. for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i'll never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let's stop talking about that guy. whoever he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i talked to my cousin from the states in ym yesterday. yeah funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his american accent now is sooo wow is that you? yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's really funny. yeah. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a hot -american- friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok speaking of hotness. i've been having a summer crush on pete wentz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer crush? haha made that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he's the guy from fall out boy. really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you notice that i've been using the word &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt; a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. out of pete's hotness (not to mention boredom, i made a song for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue Dont cha by pussycat dolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;don't cha wish your boyfriend was hot like pete?&lt;br /&gt;don't cha wish your boyfriend was hot like pete?&lt;br /&gt;don't cha?&lt;br /&gt;don't cha?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, how original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did you know that when i was youn i used to spell &lt;i&gt;sword&lt;/i&gt; like SORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always got confused with that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some random person told me it was spelled with a 'W' but then i started pronouncing sword with a w. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah like word with an s in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helps me remeber how to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes for answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i cant upload my photoshop photos in multiply. internet really hates me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, brother annoying. got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMrG5-kA7I/AAAAAAAAALk/TP5AkWOzg6g/s1600-h/pete+smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMrG5-kA7I/AAAAAAAAALk/TP5AkWOzg6g/s320/pete+smile.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053930604482266034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOT LIKE PETE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMrHJ-kA8I/AAAAAAAAALs/-CgbaBpXb0U/s1600-h/ryro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMrHJ-kA8I/AAAAAAAAALs/-CgbaBpXb0U/s320/ryro2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053930608777233346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RYAN ROSS! did you know that he was the one who wrote the songs of P!ATD plus point for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMsMp-kA-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/A3qB-OuHsHA/s1600-h/the+panda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMsMp-kA-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/A3qB-OuHsHA/s320/the+panda.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053931802778141666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do what the panda does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-2132937209747302656?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2132937209747302656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=2132937209747302656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2132937209747302656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/2132937209747302656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2132937209747302656' title='the panda'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0xZchxtgidk/RiMrG5-kA7I/AAAAAAAAALk/TP5AkWOzg6g/s72-c/pete+smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-6786121751153648270</id><published>2007-04-15T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:28:08.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is camille. :D</title><content type='html'>hahaha, so i thought i'd make an entry here. just for fun. lol. well, here. it's done. there was nothing wrong with the codes, dear. maybe it just dint like you or something. :P kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, you can just delete this. i'm bored. oh, i had an "argument" with this person online too before. on americanidol.com, lol. don't mind if i post it here right? :D alrighty then, hold on. i shall look for the page. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a blog there and i had written a long-ass entry talking about the remaining contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, coincidentally, it's almost been a year. hahaha. aw, i actually miss ai five. :( anyway, here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/profiles/profile.aspx?un=TaylorHicksFan43"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TaylorHicksFan43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/blogs/TaylorHicksFan43"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/photos/default.aspx?un=TaylorHicksFan43"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent link to this comment" style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/blogs/camille419/2006/04/21/desultory_shiznit#comments203226"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apr 21, 2006 6:52 PM PST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok BLEEP taylor is BLEEP 29 and elliott is 27 and ur stupid chris is 28 how the BLEEP is taylor too old? shut the BLEEP up he has gray hair cuz he was an an accident ur so ignorant and katherine mcfake BLEEP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/profiles/profile.aspx?un=camille419"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;camille419&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/blogs/camille419"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent link to this comment" style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://myidol.americanidol.com/blogs/camille419/2006/04/21/desultory_shiznit#comments205209"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apr 22, 2006 10:03 AM PST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BLEEP43: oh, i'm sorry, i didn't quite understand your comment cos they were full of bleeps. either way, i wouldn't stoop down your level. and i do respect your opinion. but if i were to stoop down, here's what i've to say: know what, just get the bleeping bleep out of here, if you don't bleeping like what you're bleeping reading, bleep! bleep you and your bleeping comments. sheesh, bleephole! it was just a bleeping opinion! oh, and i'm bleeping sorry i didn't know what bleeping happened to taylor. i have nothing against him, okay? so just shut the bleep up. who's katherine mcfake? don't know anyone called that. bleep off. okay, ttfn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. you see, they "BLEEP" curses. but my bleeps were really written like that, just to tick that bleeper off. :)) i've no idea how to delete that account so i guess those will just always be there. ugh. whateverrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thereeee. i don't know what to say anymore, haha. ohhh.. i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;shamless plug:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestolenshirt.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thestolenshirt.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to link me! bye!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-6786121751153648270?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6786121751153648270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=6786121751153648270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6786121751153648270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/6786121751153648270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6786121751153648270' title='this is camille. :D'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4642338915801980387.post-5012847171044086584</id><published>2007-04-15T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T06:54:16.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes another one.</title><content type='html'>oh crap. i just officially made another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fck boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops. see that? i just &lt;s&gt;said&lt;/s&gt; typed a bad word. haha. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the deal. i have my period today so i'm feeling kind of cranky and cranky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my little brother kept on looking at this while i'm typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. this blog is so messy. i have to fix t and all. good thing im not yet officially releasing my blog today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i got in a fight with this very annoying preppy princess in iconator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look. she's so full of herself and actually said that she hates ugly and poor people. wtf is that?! plus! she disses the avatars and icons of other people. i'll paste one of her comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From: prettyprep880 &lt;br /&gt;Date: 2007-04-13  &lt;br /&gt;  eww. um sounds to me like the only ppl who would use this are ugly losers trying to make themselves feel better......=/ sry its not my fault you are the way you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw, what a darling little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i actually messaged her about her attitude then she replied by asking who i was to tell her about blah blah. i told her that i was a person who actually had brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEAN, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you blame me? i was PMS-ing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i told her that i just wanted to tell her what i thought about how she treats other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, she'll probably forget what i said because of the many people that are actually trash talking her out of iconator. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeyytt. i have to fix my blog first before my mom pulls me out of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw, come on. the amazing chronicles of my life will start to be published after i finish fixing this whole mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY OUT OF PREPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4642338915801980387-5012847171044086584?l=overusedpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5012847171044086584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4642338915801980387&amp;postID=5012847171044086584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5012847171044086584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4642338915801980387/posts/default/5012847171044086584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overusedpencils.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5012847171044086584' title='here goes another one.'/><author><name>fickleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08443168128524249772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anabeatrice/847659805l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
