<?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-27272986</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:45.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cupidlelocke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115547155913732987</id><published>2006-08-13T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T05:19:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, an update! My freaking files were accidentally erased in our computer (HUHUHU!)! I know, our computer has to be formatted before the end of the month so we could know if there were itchy viruses eating the computer itself. Fortunately, I was able to save my files on this recordable but not re-writable blank cd. Grunt, I turn to a dorkie little chick, trying to find a way to turn back her files to their computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday afternoon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day turn okay. We went to Micthie’s house to watch The Nun. Haha, the movie was not scary at all and there was a part that really made me gross out. About the cleansing in the uh-uh of the girl. Yeah, if you have sinned, you have to be cleansed with the shower tool. That was totally gross but it was okay. We did not eat any lunch to I had to take a late lunch at 5:15 pm. Luckily, my parents just got home to I just re-heat the food on the refrigerator. Damn, I was very hungry that time that I almost had myself gone from my body at the tricycle (I do not take any transportatic vehicles.). I was dizzy that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We will design our own clothes in our Homemakers Club! Yippee! I feel like being a young fashion designer now and we will present it next, next Wednesday. Hehe! Yes, this will be our first ever-designed dress made originally by the Formika group! And I will be taking my guitar lessons, thought by my Tito. He did not come today maybe because he is busy with his works. Yeah, however I am still eager to learn to strum the guitar. This going be a jam-packed August! Be ready to have high grades on extra-curricular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just gone to Singapore last Friday and it was a tear-jerking moment again. I was not able to come because of the school works at school. Plus, I am sick, too (cough, cold and headache). Gosh, my brain is pounding again. I was ale t finish my TLE Project today. It was black colored bookshelf. Wahaha! It was so ugly but because I made it, it is fantastic. By the way, I will buy the newest phone 3250 from Nokia! Oh, yes! The color gray or green is cute! Thanks to my mom. Love you mom! Hehe, I will now ditch my old phone with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All hail Isabelle Diaz Daza&lt;/strong&gt; (I am her number fan!)!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115547155913732987?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115547155913732987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115547155913732987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115547155913732987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115547155913732987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115485127285349307</id><published>2006-08-06T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:52:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bihag...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a tentative mind, a solace soul and a broken attitude, I was heading away to nowhere. I cannot explain my feelings to day. Like, I am looking for something that will make me busy and will make draw a smile to my fainted lips. Nyahaha, I am stupid. Super stupid and super dumb. I cannot think of anything else but making some scratch layout in my xanga site. The layout there futures Pupil, an indie band from the Philippines. Now, I will change it to a butterfly layout featuring Imago and their song Bihag. Oh yes, make me die with it. It is too stupid layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, last night &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/girlymuzika"&gt;Ellaine&lt;/a&gt; and me talked about ourselves (well, myself only pala.). Then, she commented many things about me. Like, the color flesh suits my color, gold necklace suits blah and me whatever things pa. I was laughing hysterically about her because that is the first time she told me I have potential (duh?) and some other things that really make smile and laugh. That was funny but okay at the same time. Who is the last person who told me I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Of course, &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; crush (nyahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did happen these past few days? Yep, I was happy in everything happen these past few days. Technically yet probably and too. Therefore, Ellaine has a new fresh celfone. Gosh, I will buy a new phone next month whether my mom likes or not.&lt;strong&gt; What kind of celfone is cheap but has a camera&lt;/strong&gt;? Can you give me a specific kind of celfone? PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://forgotten-miseries.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115485127285349307?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115485127285349307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115485127285349307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115485127285349307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115485127285349307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/08/bihag.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115468559598487663</id><published>2006-08-04T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:15:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! This day is somewhat I terrible day. Why? Daryl did not turn back my 20 bucks. I know, it is a small amount but nowadays, I am earning money to buy an iPod and an electric guitar. Shit, he is really a stupid person. This is our conversation earlier, while he was asking for a five peso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:16 am in our English subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed:&lt;/strong&gt; (while he is teaching Daryl how to use the dramatic grammar) gago, ganito kasi...blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt;: kay Catherine na lang. Matutuwa pa ako kapag si Catherine ang nag-grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: engot, mali. Dapat ganito...blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2: 25 pm something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Catherine, penge nga ng five pesos, kasi bibili ng art paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; (while thinking twice) Bakit naman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt;: Basta, five pesos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, eto na leche ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:50 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: Daryl, akin na kasi yung pera ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt;: kiss muna bago ko bigay sayo (SHOCKS! KAPAL NG MUKHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: he, leche ka. Bahala ka na nga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small drew of breath&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmp, kung hindi ko lang siya crush eh. Anyway, happy birthday na lang to him. I do not mind too much because of my studies. By the way, I have a passing grade on T.L.E. I was like, 46 under 70 items item. Well, I do not like my grade, it is just too low. However, it is okay. New layout, by the way. I was encoding it earlier before I start surfing the net. Hehe, I will be learning how to strum the guitar. Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115468559598487663?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115468559598487663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115468559598487663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115468559598487663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115468559598487663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/08/kiss-muna.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115460696020678991</id><published>2006-08-03T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T05:09:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Session Compact...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahaha, exams finally paid off (four thumbs up! Nyahaha!)! And I was able to answer all the fields of my exams. Some of my exams are quite hard to answer with especially biology. I forgotten to memorize the flow of energy along with the food theories (something like that, I guess.). Tsk, that was somewhat disappointing you know. As well as my exams on T.L.E. Damn! I did not review or memorize anything in there because our teacher did not tell us what we would review! Waahh, I have to confess I break it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free again from studying and having late study jams at night. Bravo, I made it to the finals (haha, just kidding.)! Maybe I will get C in T.L.E (c=fs?) and on Elective (maybe D! arf!). Guess what, I fess up this grading really make my brain; drain all the liquids on it. My brain did pound when I gone from our room. It was pounding very hard and I could feel in pound in my head. Shit, make sane today I do not know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am tired of blogging nowadays in blogger. I am tired of the same quantities I find in all of the blogging societies. Do not blame me for giving up; because I might be hiatus forever in this account or I might delete this account after few months. The reason? I am too exposed in the computer that is why I have blurry eyesight. Yes, I am poor eyesight nowadays that is why I limit my internet thingy. I am so sure of this. I am finding a way to delete this account.&lt;/s&gt; Or maybe I am just tired of being here, sitting and doing nothing for three hours. I am tired already. I might rest after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New layout in my Friendster account&lt;/strong&gt;. I am just bored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eed to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115460696020678991?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115460696020678991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115460696020678991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115460696020678991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115460696020678991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/08/session-compact.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115434040605337140</id><published>2006-07-31T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T03:06:46.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasama...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our periodical exams! Yikes, I have not reviewed yet and look what I am doing now, surfing the net with all my might. Oh yes, freaking Math still blocks my way. God, please help me survive my first grading this year. I may not reach the honor roll but let me have a palakol grade (Haha! Just kidding). I am turning into a little rascal lost in the woods of Athens. Nyahaha, I act totally dumbfounded this day. I will be reviewing after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey people, better get going now. I need to fix myself from having a rest day today. Bale, tomorrow we will have afternoon classes so I can stay up late no matter what. Nyahaha, I am totally cramming now without any reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Belated ha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ppy birthday to my dad who celebrated his birthday yesterday. Mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115434040605337140?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115434040605337140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115434040605337140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115434040605337140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115434040605337140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/kasama.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115415370379549006</id><published>2006-07-28T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:15:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crawling across the moonbeams...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yesterday was our nutrition month and it was okay. Hey, yesterday too was the presentation of the miss ruby jubilee. Hahahaha, walang pumapalakpak sa muse ng section namin, because she is too flirty. Yeah, especially when our adviser told us that we have to clean the dishes that were used for cooking the graham. I did the washing, she did nothing. That was frustrating to see that I did not cook but I am the one whom assisted to! Duh! Grunt that was a bit exhausting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy yesterday. Why? Because my crush told me that I am &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt; (pardon the stupid term pretty). It is like a stupid situation, I prefer. No, no, he was smiling while told me that I am pretty. Haha! Then when I entered our room, I saw him with his girlfriend. His girlfriend was flirting, of course with him and I just ignore them. Yeah, he is my manliligaw, who is totally connected with someone else. I know, you have an idea about it Ellaine. Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha, I have plenty of chocolates in my closet for my dad has arrived from Singapore last Thursday! Hehe, I ate so many M&amp;M’s and some graham stuff on the ref. I am getting flabby again because of eating many good stuffs from the ref. Do not blame me for being such a brat these days. Mwahaha, I am super happy today. Why? Wala lang. I still have to give away chocolates to my friends, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, at last, only two projects and I will be finish for the first grading. I still have to buy a flute for our flute lessons on Music. I will just buy when my mom will hit the mall tomorrow or so. And did you know, ako na lang pala single sa other barkada ko. They were all taken and I was shocked about it. However, I do not want to have my boyfriend at this age. I want to focus on my studies yet pursue being single until the age fourteen. Oh yeah, until I reach my age fourteen because I want to cherish being a childish brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 5 will be watching Join the Club on SM Marilao with my first year batch. I miss everything happen last year yet I still love my section today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115415370379549006?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115415370379549006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115415370379549006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115415370379549006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115415370379549006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/crawling-across-moonbeams.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115391028479267956</id><published>2006-07-26T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:38:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It could be fixing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;em&gt;Pioneers&lt;/em&gt; by Bloc Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am over becoming again my LSS mode because of that song. No, na-uh I just cannot think of any kind of best day unlike today. I got my worst and happy day today. Yeah, right, minus the confiscated project of my computer today. Because of him, it was confiscated! I hate him for being like that. Leche ka Daryl! Whoosh, ng dahil sa kanya yung project ko na-confiscate! Yeah, I pinch him two times today. Why? Because he is too proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, before I forget, &lt;strong&gt;new layout&lt;/strong&gt;! I am quite bored about my past layout but then I do not want girly layout in here (oops, &lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt; to the people who makes to girly layouts there. Just giving my opinion, folks.). I got it from W4rnawarni. Wee, I am feeling a bit knocked brain today. It rains but then school is already flying in my thoughts. Honestly, I am really exhausted and trying to find a way to eat a whole bunch of isaw outside. I have eaten three when I was in school so I want some more. More and more, please! Mwahaha, I love street foods (pardon the distinctly phrase metaphor)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;to &lt;a href="http://oh.so-stellar.org"&gt;Cars &lt;/a&gt;who have a fenk layout! It is very cute! Plus, it is not too girly to look up with. Hehe, that is my fave pink layout far out to the pink layouts I have seen before. Hehe! I love it, promise!!! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootouts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, awww I envy you for having a digital camera. Where can I have cheap but useful digital camera for my photography? I just want to buy one before the year ends (maybe two digital cameras and a new phone).&lt;a href="http://uknownimous.pitas.com"&gt; Chup&lt;/a&gt;, ay Clarice! May picture ako ni Ms. Diane, maganda siya dun! She was wearing a bathing suit then she is with Pupil (Ely was beside her, of course). &lt;a href="http://oh.so-stellar.org"&gt;Cars&lt;/a&gt;, the layout is hot, hot, hot! Promise, the color is just so cute and the contrast is just right.&lt;a href="http://peterholic.blogspot.com"&gt; Peter&lt;/a&gt;, hmm, may tag-board ka na ba ulit? &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, I miss you sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mus&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115391028479267956?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115391028479267956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115391028479267956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115391028479267956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115391028479267956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-could-be-fixing.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115381075712658875</id><published>2006-07-24T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:59:17.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One rainy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days of non-stop raining and two days of no classes, I finally step on the blogging sensation. No, no, it was not. Yesterday was crime while today is mystery. Would you believe that I had sleepless morning because of my darn classmates who keeps on calling me just to ask me if there will be classes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, dad bought me a Gucci fragrant from Singapore! Yehey, I have my very own Gucci item. Plus, he even told me he bought me (again) a big bag full and overflowing with chocolates. Haha. I love my dad and he will be here on Thursday next. However, I am forbidden to accompany my mom for bringing dad home. I will have many quizzes and school works on that said day, which will be hassle if I still insist to go with them. Mwahaha, it is okay. At least, I will have good grades paid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a birthday gift to Ellaine, whom will celebrate her 13th birthday on October 20 this year. I know, I know, it is too early to make a present but I want to be the first to greet her. Haha, I made a PowerPoint presentation and a lot of pictures, music items and videos from gigs. It is compiled to a recordable compact disc, which I will give her tomorrow if schooling starts again. Mwahaha, the layout of the presentation is Pupil. Hahaha! I feel so great now. Yeah, I know I am dumbfounded pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change my Friendster layout today. I feel like changing everything like here. I will update on my multiply and do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must g&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115381075712658875?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115381075712658875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115381075712658875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115381075712658875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115381075712658875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115355237359874820</id><published>2006-07-22T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:12:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakabaliw!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, that song from Barbie Almalbis and Pupil really give me that groovy feeling. No wonder, I am in my LSS (Last Song Syndrome) Mode. I just uploaded it earlier in my files, which is about to overload because of my MP3s and some video stuff from gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na makatingin, puso’y bumibilis... Di na makatingin, puso’y bumibilis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit sleepy, because I clean my room for two hours, minus the stuff my mom commanded me. We were (Jenica and I) confuse on what we will do in the pink curtains my mom use to decorate the living room. Then, afterwards I did not know that we have some shoe storage and some clothe wares. Damn, my room is small so I put the shoe storage under the bed of my sister. Haha, it was fun though, cleaning my room. It burns fats and some bad organisms in our bodies! Yeah, it burns even you! Hahahaha! I am sleepy, you might notice. Super tired today. Waaahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, can somebody teach how to put real player in blogger entries? I am too airhead about it. Oh, and teach me how to make layout as well. Haha, just kidding. I am learning it now. (Seriously, I do not know how to make layouts in blogger, so please, can you give me a specific site where I can learn how to make layout and use the ftp thingy? Just email at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cupidlelocke@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cupidlelocke@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Thanks! I will be waiting for it or you can just leave a message at my chatter box.). I have not updated in my multiply site. I will update now. Update. Update. Update. Update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must go. I need to make an account for my section. Haha, what a stupid thing. And if you want to add me in your Friendster Account, this is my e&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mail add: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:gunshotkilledhim@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gunshotkilledhim@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115355237359874820?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115355237359874820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115355237359874820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115355237359874820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115355237359874820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/nakakabaliw-hehe-that-song-from-barbie.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115348195630352786</id><published>2006-07-21T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T04:39:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am trying to save my name from you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another embarrassing moment. Today. I regret going with my mom at 7-11. I regret eating at Greenwich. I regret wearing big, sloggy and multi-faded shorts. I regret wearing my over-sized black shirt. I regret everything happened today. And look, I am really in my lost mode. The song Saturn by Sponge Cola keeps repeating in my head as if it is a CD that keeps on rewinding. Gah, let me narrate everything happened in my embarrassing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish eating the lasagna and the cheddar-shredded macaroni at Greenwich when we finally stood so we can buy this hotdog at 7-11. Then, I saw Roberto, a friend of mine and some of the usual feeling girls from the first section. My eyes widened when my mom told me that she will buy something at 7-11 and it turns out that Karlo was there (&lt;em&gt;with his&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;girlfriend, fucking Jana&lt;/em&gt;)! I totally lost myself when I saw him at the mirror attached at the ceiling! Waaahhh, he saw me at my big, sloggy, multi-faded shorts and over-sized shirt. He keeps on laughing and Roberto keeps on teasing me. Yuck, the horror. I keep telling myself that it is &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; an embarrassing moment. Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small drew of breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was leadership training at our school earlier and luckily, I am not an officer (yes, I will regret my completely being when I become an officer of the room. Period.). It is a bit sissy at our room. No noise. No stupid Romeo and Jesusa at the back. No stealing of my pictures, everything! Haha, I am learning the age problem slowly. I know how to solve wind and water current already so ask me! Haha! Sheesh, not at all. I still do not how to solve the investment problem. Help me God to pass my super hirap exams. Hehe, just praying. My eyes are now drying because of the blasting winds inside our computer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUTOUTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, I am now visiting your site. I totally love your Friendster layout. My layout is featuring Yan Yuzon from Pupil, haha! &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, I miss you so much. Keep on posting and good luck to your schooling. &lt;a href="http://unknownimous.pitas.com"&gt;Chup&lt;/a&gt;, huwag mo akong sumbong kay Ms. Diane! Haha! Just kidding. Pero, hey, Ms. Diane has a cool smile though. &lt;a href="http://mayee.miserylovesme.com"&gt;Mayee&lt;/a&gt;, hi! &lt;a href="http://peterholic.blogspot.com"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;, whats up? Ena, saya ko sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must go. See you at the gigs, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; please, kindly v&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ote Pupil for the Best Rock Video at MTV Pilipinas. Just click &lt;a href="http://pinoyexchange.com/mtv"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and vote! Haha! Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115348195630352786?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115348195630352786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115348195630352786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115348195630352786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115348195630352786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-trying-to-save-my-name-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115339862352519002</id><published>2006-07-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T05:30:23.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naghihintay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylan bang makikita ng iyong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Kaylan bang maririnig sayo na tayo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong sisihin kung ang lungkot ng aking damdamin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit di mo akong subukan suyuin, suyuin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghihintay, kahit parang wala pag - asa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handa, maghintay kahit pa mayroon kang iba&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naghihintay,ako nang ika'y makasama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na, naghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Kahit, parang wala na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba di mo buksan ang iyong mga mata&lt;br /&gt;Na ang oras natin ay di na masayang pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huwag mo akong sisihin kung ang lungkot ng aking damdamin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit di mo akong subukan suyuin, suyuin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo akong sisihin kung biglang sumuko ang damdamin di mo kasi ako pinapansin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lonely without any presence of anybody. I mean, a certain feeling that any sentimental person could feel. And I am one of them. I feel, like, trying to crawl so somebody’s mind. I could feel being away with myself. I want him. I am still waiting for him. I hate him though I still love him. Duh, &lt;strong&gt;waiting&lt;/strong&gt; is a foul word that keeps on believing on predestination. I wish he would like me as if I love him. Waaahhh, I am soooo bangag today. Very dumb and stupid. Exaggerated. Tired. Lonely. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have enough of Romeo’s dumb tricks like getting my tow favorite pictures in my wallet (read: favorite). Then, he even showed it to Patrick (officially my best friend who is my first love, as well.). Can you believe that? I will strangle him and he even lost my pictures (he told me he gave to Patrick, but Patrick denies. Shit.). I am not in myself today. I will try to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115339862352519002?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115339862352519002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115339862352519002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115339862352519002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115339862352519002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturn.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115322358396888229</id><published>2006-07-18T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:53:03.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endless, a silent whisper...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Sandwich’s &lt;em&gt;Masilungan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I feel so satisfied having my computer project finish today. No, no, it is still a broken piece of document. I do not feel blogging this day. I feel so perplexed in a way that I am not like this. I cannot change my layout here. I cannot change my layout at my Friendster account. I am so tired having myself exposed in a world, which is too digital. The calendar, posts, comments and some tagging thingy block my mind. Yet, I cannot leave. I already stick it to my stupid life. Gosh, I am so bloated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we have our activity in Religion, where we will ask our classmate on what do they think to us (talk about peer pressure). Someone told me I am &lt;em&gt;maarte&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;may sariling mundo&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, who the hell called me maarte? I am going to hunt you when I die. Haha. Wtf. Maybe I am just going to make my Friendster layout today. I am damn busy, baby. What a busy bee. Periodical exams will be on August 2, 3, and 4. Waaahhh, review again. I am really confused. Super confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too sabaw making some pixel image. No, not pixel, just pictures of some bands. I am gonna fix my Friendster. Now, I am just gonna blog hop. Make me special today because I am bloated now. Oh, I love Finetti sandwich. I want another round of it. So delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Mr&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Romeo Cardenas&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, you are now 13. Beh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115322358396888229?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115322358396888229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115322358396888229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115322358396888229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115322358396888229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/endless-silent-whisper.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115314153460854082</id><published>2006-07-17T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T06:05:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blanko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Do As Infinities &lt;em&gt;Honjitsu Wa Seiten Nari&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew my breath as I reach for my papers earlier. Then, I saw him at the corner of my eye, tapping me at the back while asking something. I cannot hear his childish voice because I was still at daze talking to Romeo that time... I mention him somewhere in my entries last week, I guess. They were pulling my Chris Cantada picture. With a fraction of a second, he told me that could I sing the song he was asking me. It was Jeepney by SpongeCola. He was literally holding my shoulders, but I told him, &lt;em&gt;ayokong kumanta&lt;/em&gt;. He was nice, though. And, he even sits right next to me at lunch time. Wee, I am so kilig that time. His eyes are melting me everytime he look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost. Somewhere down the broken veins in my head is pulling the another me. I am bit confused on what I feel this past few days. Technically, because I am in love to that someone? No, maybe not. Either the same way. I wanna talk to someone. Yeah, someone. Nawiwindang ako. Maybe because I have a lot of project or maybe because Cleo wrote I down the noisy list and our A.P teacher. Wtf. I hate this feeling. I am happy but I am half-sad. Gosh, what is happening to me? Last night I am happy. Earlier I am very happy despite the slash kuno dumb 7 hours vacant time. I cannot focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me much tighter. Wala na akong masabi. Nawiwindang ako. Na ba-blanko ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115314153460854082?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115314153460854082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115314153460854082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115314153460854082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115314153460854082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/blanko.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115305133066362645</id><published>2006-07-16T04:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:02:10.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost Guide...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Pupils &lt;em&gt;Lost Guide&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, standing tall with his dark blue pants and faded white polo shirt. With matching melting eyes and thin lips. Well, maybe our school uniform which is a bit ecstatic to look at. He shrugged whenever a girl talks to him and gives them moody words - &lt;em&gt;Uhm, ayokong makipag-usap sa iyo eh...May hinihintay pa ako...&lt;/em&gt; and I look at him &lt;em&gt;– a raising-eyebrow-kind of-look&lt;/em&gt; because he is too moody to talk with. Plus, he is too decent when someone talks to him. Like, he looks cleaner than anybody in this world does. Yeah, the boy-next-door type, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing is hitting in this situation. He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; taken. And, he is my best friend for gods sake. Look at the situation, it is very confusing. I cannot conclude it by just waving a hand and a nice Hello Friend! kind. It is inevitable, I might say. Then, he still stands in the corner of the room, glancing in every movement of his notebook and tried to pen something. After sometime, he smiled at me, forgetting any other home but this. I like his smile. I like his teeth. I like his eyes. I like everything he empowers with. I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM North Edsa yesterday. Yeah, it was so fun slash the machine gun mouthy of my mom. Lol. She was mad at me because I wanted to buy this super cute and one of a kind short from Bayo. And guess what? She buys it for me! Yay, it was superb and it was so much fun. . Yay, cutie! Another, punta kayo ng Bayo kasi 50% off! Yes, on &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;items! Hehe, this will be F-U-N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not buy red iced tea. We were in hurry that time because my mom will do something at our house. Guess what my new hobby – &lt;strong&gt;photography&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes, I have many pictures in my folders here. However, I am not giving up writing stories and poems. I love these hobbies. Maybe, I am going to start a new hobby to hone my talents this year. Maybe, start to study how to play the drums or even the guitar. Maybe, cooking but I know how to cook and bake already. Hmm, maybe start to learn how to make my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; layout and my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich will be here on Saturday and I will be present, of course! I will also buy a blouse if my time permits. Woohoo, saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for now. Update on my navigation contents. Yeah, I am updating as much as I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115305133066362645?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115305133066362645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115305133066362645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115305133066362645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115305133066362645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-guide_16.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115305131726607880</id><published>2006-07-16T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:01:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost Guide...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Pupils &lt;em&gt;Lost Guide&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, standing tall with his dark blue pants and faded white polo shirt. With matching melting eyes and thin lips. Well, maybe our school uniform which is a bit ecstatic to look at. He shrugged whenever a girl talks to him and gives them moody words - &lt;em&gt;Uhm, ayokong makipag-usap sa iyo eh...May hinihintay pa ako...&lt;/em&gt; and I look at him &lt;em&gt;– a raising-eyebrow-kind of-look&lt;/em&gt; because he is too moody to talk with. Plus, he is too decent when someone talks to him. Like, he looks cleaner than anybody in this world does. Yeah, the boy-next-door type, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing is hitting in this situation. He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; taken. And, he is my best friend for gods sake. Look at the situation, it is very confusing. I cannot conclude it by just waving a hand and a nice Hello Friend! kind. It is inevitable, I might say. Then, he still stands in the corner of the room, glancing in every movement of his notebook and tried to pen something. After sometime, he smiled at me, forgetting any other home but this. I like his smile. I like his teeth. I like his eyes. I like everything he empowers with. I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM North Edsa yesterday. Yeah, it was so fun slash the machine gun mouthy of my mom. Lol. She was mad at me because I wanted to buy this super cute and one of a kind short from Bayo. And guess what? She buys it for me! Yay, it was superb and it was so much fun. . Yay, cutie! Another, punta kayo ng Bayo kasi 50% off! Yes, on &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;items! Hehe, this will be F-U-N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not buy red iced tea. We were in hurry that time because my mom will do something at our house. Guess what my new hobby – &lt;strong&gt;photography&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes, I have many pictures in my folders here. However, I am not giving up writing stories and poems. I love these hobbies. Maybe, I am going to start a new hobby to hone my talents this year. Maybe, start to study how to play the drums or even the guitar. Maybe, cooking but I know how to cook and bake already. Hmm, maybe start to learn how to make my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; layout and my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich will be here on Saturday and I will be present, of course! I will also buy a blouse if my time permits. Woohoo, saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for now. Update on my navigation contents. Yeah, I am updating as much as I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115305131726607880?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115305131726607880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115305131726607880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115305131726607880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115305131726607880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-guide.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115286488799945827</id><published>2006-07-14T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:14:48.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon River...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Andy Williams &lt;em&gt;A Time for Us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from school and I am working on my three projects. Hmm, let me count my projects: six projects to be exact. Moreover, we still have our cooperative play on Thursday in T.L.E. Gah, I am very busy this month. Oh yeah, we are hosting our nutrition month this month also. I could imagine myself having a low grades in Elective and Algebra (I know, I know, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Algebra but for me, it is like hell.). I hate Math. Kill the one who discovered it but maybe he/she is already now. Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I laugh at &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;. Who? No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do we have here? Nothing, I guess and never will be gaining something. I just finish eating my late lunch. I did not eat my earlier lunch because the one who delivers the food did not come. Gah, what a stupid moron. And, when it is library time earlier, I just stare at something. I do not know who or what am I looking for. Plus, I am so &lt;em&gt;bangag&lt;/em&gt; to make some poems that time. What is happening to me? Am I just sleepy? Yeah, I will sleep early this time. Brownout kagabi sa amin, that is why I do not have enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUTOUTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, good job! You made the best layout in history (no, mas maganda yung sa Pupil!)! You made the right choice of changing layout. The Catherine Zeta-Jones layout was a crap (no offense, but it is too masikip for the contents!). Love your layout, and I am the first to comment to your cool layout. &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, I miss you na. Anyway, keep on studying and good luck!&lt;a href="http://unkownimous.pitas.com"&gt; Chup&lt;/a&gt;, hello there. It is been a while since I drop by to your blog. Sorry for that. And, you know Elyista? Haha, what a small world!&lt;a href="http://peterholic.blogspot.com"&gt; Peter&lt;/a&gt;, haha! Bakit wala ka ng tag-board? &lt;a href="http://goodbye-tonight.blogspot.com"&gt;Ellaine&lt;/a&gt;, update! I will make you a Yael button. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, goodbye for no&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115286488799945827?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115286488799945827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115286488799945827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115286488799945827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115286488799945827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/moon-river.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115279301876338538</id><published>2006-07-13T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T05:16:58.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Kitchie Nadal’s &lt;em&gt;Drain&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining here in Bulacan. It is very cold in here. Just watching the blank sky to fade their blue color and watch the sun to moon. There is no connection to my title — death. No, I am just wondering what will happen if I die at the tender age of being thirteen. Stop the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; my stupid attitude gotten me to be in the first line of our seating arrangement. Gah, I am sitting again near the teachers table. Plus, I cannot escape all my sleeping habits and my eating candy propaganda. I hate it! Waaahhh. &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;thanks to all the people who keep on tagging me. Warm of applause there! Also, to all the people who keep on leaving message, please always include your URL so I could know where to find you. I miss all of you guys. Namely Anna, Cars, Ate Irish, Ate Aira, Peter, Ellaine, Kaye, Mayee, Sherica, Ate Jhesca and some of my blog friends. Sorry for not updating much. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we have no class today. Our dear principal cancelled our classes (Yahoo!). Gah, I did not know that we do not have any class that is why I woke up very early, make my speedy shower and eagerly put my repaired skirt and blouse. I even eat my breakfast and rode the tricycle. Then, when we were near the gate of my school, I saw Hippolito standing there. I wanted to ask him if there are classes but it seems that students are going home. Grunt, I rode again the tricycle and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I help my brother to fold the invitations that someone told him to do. And I help him, of course. We chat for some time and I went off. The whole day, I ate junk foods and watch TV all the way till afternoon. It was raining very hard here. They were also floods in our place. Talk about raining and no classes. I even polished my newly cute bloody red nails in my toes. Haha, it is cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye for now. I need &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a drink. I do not mind changing my layout this month. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115279301876338538?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115279301876338538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115279301876338538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115279301876338538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115279301876338538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/death.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115244415527154693</id><published>2006-07-09T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T04:22:35.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charcoal dreams and forfeited colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! Again, I am finally updating. I fixed something in my folders that is why I cannot go surf the net all night. I am somewhat sleepy these days, because the weather is cool and rainy. Yey, I love cool weather with a cup of coffee on my right hand and a thick book on my left hand. Talk about relaxing the day away with your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. What did happen today? Yes, I clean my cabinets where I placed all my cds and some memorabilia from my grade school’s graduation. Al my bracelets where scattered around so I pick up them and place it somewhere the lime cabinet. I also change the way my clothes cabinet. It was a bit messy, so I do it the OC way. It is placed in every color. I love the changes in my room, because a room is where &lt;strong&gt;a person functions&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, yes, I love my room (I share my room with my big, sweet sister.). I want our TV back in our room, but how? Our room is a bit small, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;my room is very small. Some other times, I will post my small room. And, oh yeah, please join teentalk, they are the best. Join also the fan listing of Pupil. Click &lt;a href="http://fan.so-stellar.org/pupil"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also make myself amuse in writing things with use of charcoals on our dirty kitchen. Haha! My mom will kill me if she finds out that I am the girl who draws two children there. Wondering what, did I draw? It is two children, and then the boy was holding a flower, which he will give to the girl because he loves the girl. Haha! What a drawing. And there is this line, which I always like. Let us make this moment a crime. I love the line and I love the drawing of mine. Duh? I have not work with my two projects this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUTOUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt; Anna&lt;/a&gt;, great you made the official fan listing of Pupil (JOIN KAYO! Just click this!)! Thanks for making me happy last Friday. And also, I love your new layout, but maybe you have to fix the width, because medio masikip. To &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, hey sis! Update ka naman dyan. Miss you na! To &lt;a href="http://airatot.suplada.net"&gt;Ate Aira,&lt;/a&gt; SpongeCola did not win in Pasiklaband. So much to dream. To &lt;a href="http://goodbye-tonight.blogspot.com"&gt;Ellaine&lt;/a&gt;, update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115244415527154693?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115244415527154693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115244415527154693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115244415527154693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115244415527154693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/charcoal-dreams-and-forfeited-colors.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115225425110080582</id><published>2006-07-06T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:37:31.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love fool?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, there is a rumor that &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; has a &lt;em&gt;crush on me&lt;/em&gt; (what a love affair! And they told me, &lt;em&gt;nililigawan&lt;/em&gt; na daw ako ni Daryl. Ew.). I do not believe it, of course. In addition, how can I believe them that Daryl is falling for me? No, I do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Period. Then, they keep on complimenting me to him! WTF. I hate it I really hate it. &lt;em&gt;How can I pretend to be kilig when the person sucks?&lt;/em&gt; I hate it! &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I fall on my knees while running the long stairs of our house. &lt;em&gt;Nagkaroon ako ng pasa&lt;/em&gt;. Moreover, earlier, I, again, fall on my knees while climbing the stairs with my classmates. Five pairs of eyes where staring at me! Some are just quiet, some laughed and some just do not care. Blame it to my stupid cousin who is trying to chase me because I was teasing me. Look how karma hit me, on my knees. It is aching, very hard. Then, I just laughed at myself to conceal the pain I was feeling earlier. I laughed at myself. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our foundation day today. First, we have our first Friday mass at the covered court to celebrate the 40 years of the enrichment of our school (hint: did you know that LCS-B was an all girls school in the late nineties? I only knew it last day!). It was fun though the electric fan was shooing my frizzy hair all at once (I hate my classmate for steadying it to me.). Second, we have our foundation day. We have this sort of stupid game called &lt;em&gt;go ka na ba&lt;/em&gt;. And my batch mate won the game. We were screaming out of our lungs. We love our sophomore life, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees are aching &lt;strong&gt;painfully&lt;/strong&gt;. I cannot move it easily because if I move it, it will ache very crazy! Waaahhh, am I a telephone answerer? Our telephone keeps on ringing and different services call my mom. I will I could cut the line so no more stupid ringing telephone will again disturb me (no, never! No more internet connections if I ever cut it!). Oh, will dad ever come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to have my &lt;strong&gt;digicam&lt;/strong&gt; this month (sort of.)! I want one, oh please. Also, I want to have fair grades to all of my subjects. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, time to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115225425110080582?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115225425110080582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115225425110080582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115225425110080582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115225425110080582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-fool-edit-oh-there-is-rumor-that.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115216693783896761</id><published>2006-07-05T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:22:17.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Updaaattteee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people! I am back again after being gone for a couple of days. As you can see, we have our first monthly exams last Tuesday. Now, we do not have exams. It is very hard reviewing every night and having late night study jams with my cousin. I want good grades! Give me more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; I do not if I will pass my two mathematics subjects. I am really having a hard time learning how I will solve the never-ending x and y. Oh god, please help me learn it. Even just now. Please oh please! &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recall what kind of hell our exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion&lt;/strong&gt;: my favorite subject of all time! It was very easy! Typical questions where in our reviewer, thought there are many memorizations needed to pass this subject. However, I think I fool around when it comes to essay. I was in my metal-block that time but I hope I will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;: yes, typical one, too. It was easy but my poem does not suit the whole instruction. Yes, it was wrong. It was like singing the national anthem without its tune. Oh yeah, it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt;: oh god! This exam is worst! They were a lot essays and some writing thingy. In addition, I have not review that time so I do not know some laboratory apparatus and my microscope parts were horrific. I, like did not pass in this exam. However, some parts are quite easy that I wrote down everything I know. I answered fist all the essays and down to the drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.L.E&lt;/strong&gt;: it was not easy. Especially the part that we will enumerate the consumer’s cooperative. No, I did not review. Then, I do not have any pencil to draw, so no choice I have to use my crayons (grunt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;: I almost cry in this exam. Yes, the really tears are flowing from my eyes. It ways&lt;em&gt; too&lt;/em&gt; hard. I do not any answers on it, which makes me cry even more. I hate this subject. Kill the one who discovered Math. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;: key to the future! It is very easy just like my Religion exam does. I did not fool around and after like 20 minutes, I already pass it to my proctor. Way to go, English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;: I will not pass this subject, promise. In the test one, they were 47 points agad, and then I only answer like half of it. My teacher told us that only the ones who is assigned to you is the one you will write, then why on earth all the countries came up the exam?! Could you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elective&lt;/strong&gt;: I answer some of the mathematical questions but not all. I will not pass this, I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of being hiatus, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say, just sharing the hell exams I have last Tuesday. Do you think I will pass my entire subject? I hope so. Oh please, help me survive my high school life. Help me survive it! And if I pass, will have myself a day with the spa. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog-hop first, so I could tag. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW&lt;/strong&gt;: I will not accept SOTMs muna, because my hectic schedule is pushing me to the limits. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://peterholic.blogspot.com"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt; for teaching me how to put new smiley sets on my tag-board. Thanks guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115216693783896761?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115216693783896761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115216693783896761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115216693783896761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115216693783896761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/updaaattteee-hello-people-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115181118983785185</id><published>2006-07-01T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:33:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am far away from faith...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, I am now accepting SOTMs. Do you want to join? If you want, you can always email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kimiko_cutie@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kimiko_cutie@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with your picture 160x160 px, blog url, your name and some captions from you. I hope you can join because I am only starting these SOTMs. Questions? Contact me by leaving a message at my tag-board. Much thanks! &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you believe that? We will have our first monthly exams on Tuesday?! I have not reviewed yet and I am dying to get good grades at my algebra lessons. I have not paid too my tuition fees and some financial needs. This is going to be heck month for me. I hate myself for being such a stupid creature that is lost in the midst of studying in algebra. I hate myself for being such a dork for crying aloud in my classroom. Duh? What the heck am I saying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will study later this afternoon (on tonight, I guess). Hmm, biology? I will memorize the parts and the drawing of microscope. I love biology, specially the part when we will tackle about Aristotle. Hehe, fun subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new links! &lt;a href="http://pink-blush.org"&gt;Jhesca&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://airatot.suplada.net"&gt;Aira&lt;/a&gt;! I am also going to have SOTMs. Yippee, give me five! Okay need to go. Thanks :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115181118983785185?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115181118983785185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115181118983785185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115181118983785185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115181118983785185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-far-away-from-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115173608171591386</id><published>2006-06-30T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:41:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lahat ng bagay ay malinaw na...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee, I am finally back blogging! :D whoa, I have been out for several days and I never thought this week is a very busy week. Ooh, I cannot wait to see Pupil again! They will be here soon, but I d not know when it will be. I hope it will be this July or even August. Wee, I am so happy this week though I am still in tight with my algebra lessons. Hehe, math definitely sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; I am really in&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; with Ellaine’s classmate, Karlo. Hey, he looks like Yanny, because of his eyes and his complexion. We are not friends and my back stabber friend is seducing him. The horror it would be. New layout will be aired soon here, because I am quite busy with my studies. Next week will be our monthly exams and I am nervous with it! &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did happen this week? Oh yeah, my friends really pushing me with Karlo. I mean, when we were in the hallway of our rooms, they were all saying &lt;em&gt;“uuuyyy, si Karlo!”&lt;/em&gt; and some funny lines I really laughed on. However, I do not really like Karlo. He was too mayabang and too stupid. Yes, he likes girls who keep on seducing him. No, no I hate him. I do not really like him, promise. It came to the point that when we were strolling down the covered court, he suddenly looked at me—with very cute stare! And it finally turn that he is now my crush. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I am also working with my projects (it is two projects). Hay, I can view myself next week—small beads of sweat will trickled down my forehead, my test paper will be filled my nothing and my girl classmate will forever cheat on me. Can you imagine yourself trapped in a room filled with girls that are flirting with my batch mates? In addition, will giggle when they see their stupid crushes. Nooooo! I am too ecstatic with it. Too claustrophic and too stupid. I still need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think. Study. Points. Plus. Think. Study. Points. Plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super busy. So, so grades and so, so studies. Waahhh, I did not bought the book I was reading at our book fair! It was Hellen Kellers. It was very touching and very tear-jerky. I will just buy next week. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waahhh, Urbandub and Sandwich will be here at Bulacan and I will be there! It will be a rocking gig again! I cannot wait to see Sandwich along with Mong and Raimund! Wee, I am sooo happy with it. Definitely a must! I will earn money as much as I want. I want to have 50,000 this month. Hehe! Stupid I idea it would be. Galing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout outs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hello to all the bloggers! I miss all of you. Sorry, for not updating too much because you know how life goes nowadays. I will visit all your sites this time. I will be tagging with you guys. Love you all! Keep tagging and ingats! Study hard and you will have some moolah. Harhar, ingats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye guys, need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115173608171591386?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115173608171591386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115173608171591386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115173608171591386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115173608171591386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/lahat-ng-bagay-ay-malinaw-na.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115121834458420720</id><published>2006-06-24T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:20:53.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please come back to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go the mall and buy all the luscious stuff ever made in the mall! I want to buy Chuck Taylor, Pony, lip-glosses, lip balms, lots of bags and flip-flops, iPod, computer and a whole lot more. Promise, I want to go to the mall. Oh please, can somebody give me 50,000 pesos?! I am eager to buy new shoes because my old shoes are sticking out already. Joke, it is not. Oh please, please, give me lotsa money and I will be happy (can you give me a domain?)! Waaahhh, give me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; I want to be hiatus for the rest of the month. Only this month but I cannot resist blogging and visiting numerous web pages. And oh, to Ate Irish, did that dude who commented you is now known? Oh, I will be hiatus but it will be unannounced, I guess. &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad text us earlier. He said that he is at the church. Did you know that the mass at Singapore runs at 7:00 am to 1:00 pm! What, it is excessively long for a religious person! I was a bit futuristic about it, but anyway I hope he is okay. I wish my dad would bring home my own digicam, an iPod and many chocolates. Oh, I only wish. Hehe, I really hope he would bring me home but fist I hope he is okay and in good health. &lt;strong&gt;Love you dad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I made this poem yesterday out of boredom. It is about life and all about driving. I post at my multiply page, where I was writing about life. It is very short poem but hopes are will make you fell oozing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know where you going&lt;br /&gt;Either the left or the right way&lt;br /&gt;You even get lost in the highway&lt;br /&gt;With busted traffics and curfews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will bump in the nearest car&lt;br /&gt;Changing your new tires as it was&lt;br /&gt;The steel was broken and so are you&lt;br /&gt;You even lost in the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not perfect and awful&lt;br /&gt;It is just a blend of happiness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;But do not worry, it will make you miserable&lt;br /&gt;Because life is a drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will stop at a convience store&lt;br /&gt;Sip another round of hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;Puffed two sticks of cigarettes and&lt;br /&gt;Drive again, in what we called “life!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout outs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unknownimous.pitas.com"&gt;Chup&lt;/a&gt;, yes you are finally back to blogging. Being hiatus for two weeks is not that bad. Good luck at chopping your hair. &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, hmm, did that dude finally confess up that he/she is the one who told you change a lot? Maybe he/she is shy or just misinterpret.&lt;a href="http://mayee.miserylovesme.com"&gt; Mayee&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for the link exchange! I will be visiting your site today! Keep tagging! &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, get well soon sis. You do not want yourself be sucked up to your sickness, hehe! &lt;a href="http://goodbye-tonight.blogspot.com"&gt;Ellaine&lt;/a&gt;, update! Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, lots &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of shout outs. Okay people, need to go! I will catch later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115121834458420720?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115121834458420720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115121834458420720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115121834458420720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115121834458420720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-come-back-to-me-i-want-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115115022850007389</id><published>2006-06-24T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T04:57:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuwing umuulan at Kapiling ka...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, blogista! I am glad it is a fine, rainy Saturday. Yes, I love raining because it makes me happy. I do not why I love raining. There is no technical explanation why I love raining, but there is a song that really makes me a bit shallow and very sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuwing umuulan at Kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagmasdan ang ulan&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unting pumapatak sa mga halaman at mga bulaklak&lt;br /&gt;Pagmasdan ang dilim&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unting bumabalot sa buong paligid ay umuulan&lt;br /&gt;Kasabay ng ulan bumubuhos ang yong ganda&lt;br /&gt;Kasabay ng hangining kumakanta&lt;br /&gt;Maari bang huwag ka nang sa piling ko'y lumisan pa&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ang langit ay tumila na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhos na ulan aking mundo'y lunuring tuluyan&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng pag-agos mo di mapipigil&lt;br /&gt;Ang puso kong nagliliyab&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko'y umaapaw&lt;br /&gt;Damdamin ko'y humihiyaw sa tuwa&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;Pagmasdan ang ulan unti-unting tumitila&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw rin magpapaalam na&lt;br /&gt;Maari bang minsan pa&lt;br /&gt;Mahagkan ka't maiduyan ka&lt;br /&gt;Sakbibi ka't ulan lamang ang saksi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan pa ulan bumuhos ka't h'wag ng tumigil pa&lt;br /&gt;Hatid mo may bagyo dalangin ito ng puso kong sumasamo&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig ko'y umaapaw&lt;br /&gt;Damdamin ko'y humihiyaw sa tuwa&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing umuulan at kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt;Maari bang minsan pa&lt;br /&gt;Mahagkan ka't maiduyan ka&lt;br /&gt;Sakbibi ka't ulan lamang ang saksi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my dad&lt;/em&gt;. He is gone for two days already. That was the song before we hit the road and it was raining that time. Yes, I miss my dad. I hope he is alright in Singapore and I hope he drinks his medicine along the way. Whoa, this is suffering for me. I love you dad. Ingats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today I clean our room. Shit, they were so many &lt;em&gt;alikabok&lt;/em&gt; and spider webs at the ceiling. Hehe, but it was fun losing some calories in your body. I like woke up very early this morning, the thing that hit my head was to revamp our room, only this Saturday, and I have to do it, now! It was fun cleaning our room and look at it very tres-chic. I told my sister not to help me because I hate it when she only stood up there looking at me loses my breath. Small beads of sweat trickled down my forehead and I was dehydrated that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I even change our curtains in our room and wash my favorite pair of Chuck Taylor. Hehe, the sintas was kinda gray color so I thought of cleaning it because P.E Class was Tuesdays. Darn it, I will be embarrassed on Tuesday because we are going to present our exercise. Talk about embarrassing yourself in front of your classmates. They will laugh, some will be stupefy and some just going to drop jaw at the time. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that yesterday we squatted for &lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt; minutes! Whoa, my thighs were almost struggling because it was hurting my muscles. I hate our pregnant adviser. She did not know that we are hurt too. Not only her, but also we students of her. Grunt teachers, hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New shoes from herbench&lt;/strong&gt; (the color pink or black!)&lt;br /&gt;New bag (any color and style will do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head-to-toe makeover!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of shirts, pants, skirts and blouses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pack of chocolates and nerds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black iPod&lt;/strong&gt; (nano or not, I like them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electric guitar&lt;/strong&gt; (bloody red color!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to own a digicam. I envy &lt;a href="http://oh.so-stellar.org"&gt;Cars&lt;/a&gt; for owning a digicam that her ninang gave her. Can somebody give me a present of Canon’s camera? I hope my daddy will bring me home my own digicam along with an iPod and many chocolates. Wee, I will be happy with that! Okay guys, ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115115022850007389?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115115022850007389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115115022850007389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115115022850007389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115115022850007389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/tuwing-umuulan-at-kapiling-ka.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-115095517758721687</id><published>2006-06-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:46:17.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; I am going to fix my sidebar later one because it is still on its improper way. My absolute mind is really getting in my way that is why I cannot fix it on time. Hehe, fixing makes wonder! &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee, after of being hiatus and being alone, my blog is finally up again! Yes, I have been busy but not much. Out schoolteachers sucks, because if you do not have any assignments/requirements/index and daily test card they will punish you by deducting five to ten points in you grade (boo, we will kill you tonight!). It definitely suckers for a damsel-in-distress like me. Do you like that kind of teacher? Who would, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did happen these past few days? Let me count the days with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 12:&lt;/strong&gt; officially, the Philippines Independence Day. Yes, it was very fun watching good old OPM music from our land. Yay, we watched HALE too! However, at the same time, tragedy came. The old grumpy man in the gig snatched Ellaine’s phone. Yes, it even rains that is why the crowd goes wild with the music. We reach for the entrance because we are all wet (we are four girls). After that, I told her to cheer up because I do not want her to be sad in this way. Her mom even shouts when she called us in my phone (&lt;em&gt;dyahe&lt;/em&gt;). Weee, we call kiss Champ in his cheeks! Yay, it was sooooo F-U-N!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 13-19:&lt;/strong&gt; one week of busy school. Yes, very busy because they were a lot of work needed to be done. Like today, I have to search for the meaning of internet along with all my subjects’ assignments. It was not fun being second year high school because this is the usual stage where I stumble. Very bad news, my seatmate at our Filipino subject is my crush (damn, this will the &lt;em&gt;di-ako-makagalaw-dahil-crush-kita-eh&lt;/em&gt; mode). Hate our Filipino teacher. What will I do to move one muscle in my whole being? Whew! We even have our very first project in Computer, which is Microsoft PowerPoint, and it is 50 slides! We also have our role-playing at Religion Class and many assignments and whole bunch of seatwork and quizzes. This is fun though hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 20:&lt;/strong&gt; this is a priceless day for me. Our room adviser last year went to our school. She was getting married this coming August and I am super excited to attend the wedding ceremony. She even told us that we are finally having our daddy and she will be our mommy. Aww, she is such a sweet blessing for us. We even saw her husband-to-be at the parking lot of our school. What a brilliant day it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my batch, advisers and our schoolteachers&lt;/em&gt;. I miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 21:&lt;/strong&gt; this is one of the most stupid days ever. Did you know that Romeo gave this love letter, which is not meant, for Patrick?! I really hate him and he keeps on telling me that I am jealous because my old best friend has more attentions than I do. Do you like that kind of person? Then, Aldrin and other boys are teasing me. Do you think I like it? Of course not. I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;hate him! &lt;strong&gt;Hate&lt;/strong&gt; him! &lt;strong&gt;Hate&lt;/strong&gt; him! Good thing, Patrick is not that stupid to believe him. In fact, he keeps on seating beside me and he even gave his number! Well, I am not going to text him. Shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 22:&lt;/strong&gt; dad is finally aboard. He will back in August 22. I miss him now. He even cried because he misses my mom. Oohh, I cannot adjust a bit. Love you dad. Take care of yourself. I will miss you, which are a sure notice. Mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, new layout pips! Love the layout because I am very slate last week. I have been lonely for some sentimental reasons—family problems—along the way. Yes, yes we have some family problems and add to that my own problems. This is a disaster, particularly because I am downright to my second consecutive year. Hmm, my brain is banging from the side of my head. I cannot do this all but I will try to be the perfect student this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my freaking classmate, Romeo really sticks with my neck. He even told Aldrin that I have crush on Patrick. Duh, why did I tell him? From the first place, Patrick is not the person I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, my tag board really looks dull. The one was flooded and I cannot think of anything else. Yay, I am going to sign up in multiply. I want to upload many pictures. Hehe, this will be fun and exciting week for me, minus the shitty teachers in our school. I will also put my contacts there so we can get in touch anytime, but I am not giving away my cell phone number because they are so many pranksters. Mind if I say to you, beloved bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, you want Yael’s landline number?&lt;/em&gt; I have his landline number given by my sister, Nix (thanks!). I try to call them up, but I am too shy to tell them. Really, because my target is Yanny, not Yael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOUTOUTS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chika makes wonder, my beloved friends. Advance happy birthday to &lt;a href="http://kikay.never-been.com"&gt;Sis Ivy&lt;/a&gt; who is very busy with her studies, &lt;a href="http://goodbye-tonight.blogspot.com"&gt;Ellaine&lt;/a&gt; advance happy birthday too and hi to all the bloggers. To &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, thanks for the times we always chat. Leeza, my sis. Ena, you will reconcile with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated happy fathers day, papa! You are now in Singapore, but always remember that we are always here for you. We love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is enough. Keep tagging because I love you all! I might be hiatus next week, again. I will be back because I do not want this to be empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/cath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/cath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-115095517758721687?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/115095517758721687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=115095517758721687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115095517758721687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/115095517758721687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/update-edit-i-am-going-to-fix-my.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114994324122981137</id><published>2006-06-10T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T05:40:41.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiatus...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Hiatus.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Hiatus.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; I will be hiatus for a week or so. I am busy with my schedule and I cannot handle it all. They are all sticking together that is why there are so many subjects that are quite difficult to do. My brain is banging from side to side of my skull. I cannot handle it all at once. So many things to do and so less time to do it. I feel so sick! Very sick! I am sick of my environment and to think that we are only sophomore for my own sake. This will be a long entry because I have not entering new entry. &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school is okay but I am not satisfied. My classmate sucks. Some of them are my old classmates while the others are from other sections whom I hated before. I come with Ellaine and Thamy for recess and lunch. Our classroom was located along the corridors of the high school building. This is such a disaster. There are so many subjects! They added a new subject and guess what, it is &lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes, basic mathematics as they call. It is separated from the real algebra to them. I hate our freaking principal! &lt;strong&gt;Hate her&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my blog will be empty. Very empty and very solemn. However, you can always leave an instant message at my cbox located at the sidebar. Yes, I will be busy, busy, busy and busier word here. Yey, I have +5 in my English subject because I submitted my quiz notebook and my spelling booklet. Yippee, I am happy about it. Look, just in my second day school then I have +5 in my grades kaagad! How would like that?! Thanks to Ms.Taglurin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes are very tired&lt;/em&gt;. I feel so sick even if I am very well. I wish to be freshmen again. No problems with my grades and my classmates are my super friendster in the world. My world just stops when I saw my new classmates. I feel so weak and feel so tired in the first day of school. I will try to post if my schedule permits. If only. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, school is not easy this year. Might study very, very hard and very, very well. I do not want to be a failure and fail all my subjects this year. This will be the year that I will be in the honor roll. Yes, I am keeping an organizer (actually, it is only a notebook that I converted to an organizer. I forgot to buy one last Sunday, so sorry for myself, busy bee.). And also, I am jotting down all the money I have wasted these days. I need to earn money as long as my money is still in purse. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy aches because I have my freaking &lt;s&gt;period&lt;/s&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Mojofly’s new song &lt;em&gt;close to the end&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to go. My eyes are going bleary this time that I could not see anything here. Well, I am going in hiatus for now. Hehe, been busy lately doing some of my requirements in all subject. I am earning money so I could buy an iPod and one electric guitar. The bloody red color is my favorite! Hmm, I am still thinking if will go to Hale’s gig at SM Marilao. Never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Same Same will be at SM North! I want to come! I really want to (please, even if I cannot go to Hales concert on Monday! Oh please! Oh please!)! Sorry for me but I do not have enough money to spend with. I am earning, remember? Huhuhu! I hate myself for being such a rascal these days. I hate myself for being such a poor anemic girl with lotsa nothing in my pocket! Huhuhu! Grabe, I hate it. Anyway, god will do the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, goodbye for now. Just comment at my cbox. Link me if you want but please email me before you steal anything here. Hehe, good-bye guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114994324122981137?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114994324122981137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114994324122981137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114994324122981137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114994324122981137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/hiatus_10.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114958161444159591</id><published>2006-06-06T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T01:33:36.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/school%20is...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/school%20is...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First day high...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow na! We will have classes tomorrow and I do not feel god about it. Can you imagine you are trapped with some new and quiet transfer students from school and I do not know them! I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it! I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it! I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. It is s hot here at our computer room. Imagining what will happen tomorrow makes me hate it again. No, no, no, imagining if my friends will bother to look at my section. Yes, yes, yes, it does not look good to treat myself out of enormous nothing. Ellaine will accompany me home tomorrow. We are going on a joyride with all those tricycle drivers whom are always angry with us because my house is a bit too far from hers. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready for this. My cellphone is alarmed at 5:15 am and I will be sleeping at 9:00 pm this night. Am I going to sleep like this? I am insomniac for my own sake. Our computer was fixing by my brother last night so I have not seen my new layout at all. Only this time because my sister is using our computer earlier. Good graciousness. I made this earlier because school starts tomorrow. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/school%20is...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/school%20is...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of boredom, it seems. Well, must go. My agent encoding for nothing is waiting for me to ride the jeepney joyride to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114958161444159591?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114958161444159591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114958161444159591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114958161444159591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114958161444159591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-high.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114951985960549326</id><published>2006-06-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:04:19.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl behind the smile...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I have been blogging for a month but still have not told you the real owner of this blog! Yes, that is I. I am giving you my top seven attitudes and know the real girl behind this blog. Let us count:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She is a weirdo and very stupid&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, you heard it right; I am a fan of weirdness and stupidity. There are times I am going to insult you without any reasons and slap your thighs just for fun. I was a weirdo ever since I existed in this so-called Earth. Some of my friends keep on suggesting that I have to stop this stupidity all at once! But now, I am not stopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She is a sentimental dudette&lt;/em&gt;. There is this attitude I have that when something fall today, I quickly cry for some low reasons (like finding out that my crush has a girlfriend!). However, it has limitations. I am sentimental every night especially when the song is very melancholic and very serenading. People often noticed that I am too sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She is always energetic and happy&lt;/em&gt;. I am always happy. May it be that I won a contest, I tease my friends, talk and meet my all time favorite bands, etch. Energetic because I am always do something really helpful but quite anticipating and stupid. I love writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; She is very talkative&lt;/em&gt;. I talk so much that my mom always scolds me. I even talk even if there is no one around (creepy!)! Yes, my mouth is a non-stop operated machine that will talk and talk and talk until my battery has a low bat discharged. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She is a music addict&lt;/em&gt;. I have the statements that music is the key to the future and music is my language. I cannot live without music. It moves me from there to here because this is the one thing I cannot live without. I know you too do not want to live in a very quiet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. Sh&lt;em&gt;e is in love.&lt;/em&gt; Everyone does, right?! I am in love with my boy best friend, which technically has a girl friend. It is more than the fake statures but really, I am in love with someone now. He is a musician and a theater actor. Yeah, I think you all know who he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She is complicated&lt;/em&gt;. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She has four piercing&lt;/em&gt;. I pierce them myself out of boredom. However, I am not an addict of out the streets and smoky mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naks that was good interview! I cannot think of any entry today because my mind is focus on our school on Wednesday. Whew, this is a tough start. I finish covering all my notebooks, which we bought yesterday at the bookstore. I am not happy this day. It is soooooo boring at our house and I cannot think of anything to do right now that is why I surf the net. Anyway, I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sleeping this day. I will savor this day because tomorrow is early sleeping time. Waaahhh, I hate school but when it the September hit one, I know I will like. After all, being a high school student is the best thing that will happen in your whole life! That is promise to you, people! My face is too oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, ciao for now! I a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m working on something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114951985960549326?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114951985960549326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114951985960549326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114951985960549326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114951985960549326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/girl-behind-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114942867584076253</id><published>2006-06-04T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:44:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The boy I want to meet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends often ask me what is my ideal boy (duh?). I told “Pwede ba yung kamukha at kaugali ni Yanny??”.Well, let me count the top seven attitudes I want from them...yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. He has to be talkative and funny at the same time. On the other hand, if not, I am sure maaasar siya sa akin kasi sobrang daldal ko. I want him to talk anything and everything under the sun if he could. One more, he has to be stupid like me. Eheh. I want him to be talkative and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. He must love music and theater. Boys often hate theater because they find it boring and too educational. However, really, it is not. Music, one thing boys cannot live without. He must love it and maybe I want him in a band, too! It is pretty cool but if he does not have, it is okay. At least he loves music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. He has to be nice (of course!). Being nice is very necessary, because if he were not nice, I would kill him! LOL! Really, I want him to be nice especially if my big bros are around us, guiding me. And if my sister were around, too, she would raise her eyebrows if he were not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. He must love me from what I am and not what I have! I do not like guys who are too aggressive when it comes to this. It just does not compare. And, if he is too in love with someone and loves me too at the same time, I would kick him in his ass and make him fly unto the beaming sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. He has to be sentimental. Yes, boys are often the &lt;em&gt;sentimental one&lt;/em&gt; when it comes to the break up issues (yes, hindi kami parati!) and the actual break up issues. Some boys are too sentimental that is why I always found them very emotional and very hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;. He must love my family and my friends. I want that one thing to a boy. He must respect my parents and siblings. He also must treat my friends very great because I cannot afford to lose a friend because my idiot boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. Lastly, I would like him to have clean cut hair (like Yanny’s hair, I guess but not blonde!). His nails clean and trimmed. I will hate him if he has more than two tattoos in his body. He may have a pierced ear but I do not like it to be a big holed pierced ear. I want him in touch with me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like that? I count down the top seven things I want from a boy. However, I still want to be single because I want to be free from anything. Definitely, right? I am so tired. We just arrived from SM North Edsa. We bought school supplies because I really hate buying my stuff from school at a Sunday morning. Uh, yeah, thanks to that ol’ woman who make me first in line. Thank you so much! And, to your daughter, too! I am too tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Max’s and head to the groceries. Too many people at the grocery area so my sister and I told our mom that we would buy some soaps and my fave drink red iced tea from Tokyo Tokyo. The line was so long! Eventually, I buy some red iced tea. After that, we went again to the grocery area and find out that they are still paying for it. My feet are very tired! Would you believe it? I am so tired but finally that we are home, I am fine now. Weebee, I bought some jawbreakers and Candy magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, new layout again. I coded it before we hit the road. I am still in daze to tell you what happened the whole day. Finally, I have my internet card so I updated very quick. Heehee, I am so happy! Whew, school starts on Wednesday and I am not happy about it, ya know. I love gummy bears now! The plugboard is now available. Danna (Thanks) made my button link! Weebee thanks again. I will link you now. Thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oraytie, peop&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;le, I need to go. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114942867584076253?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114942867584076253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114942867584076253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114942867584076253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114942867584076253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/boy-i-want-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114925691269047401</id><published>2006-06-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:01:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me in outer space...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I have been out in my blog. Sorry for the late update. I was busy in the house, revamping my room. Well, I will clean it tomorrow morning, change bed sheets and pillow sheets, arrange the paper bags, and clean my closet and a whole lot of work tomorrow. I want to go to the mall to buy a planner and one organizer. My schedule at school sticks a lot to me. I am not very busy but want to buy one. Sheyt, I am turning diabolical (not really.). Turn the tape b-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first GIF some other day. It was very simple and very “detailed”. Nope, it is too dull and too black and blue. I will plug this time. &lt;s&gt;The plug board is now available&lt;/s&gt;. The gory details are so “what!”. I am still thinking if I want to be hosted. Yeah, there are so many domains there but I cannot handle them all. I want to be hosted once not twice. Whatever. I finally update my friendster and put again some layouts there. Well, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is soooo near! I cannot believe it. I get to see my ol’ classmates again. Could you believe that? To see &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; again. Okay, okay this is going too far. I am still busy with my life and still longing for a big chocolate bar. I will clean my bags nga pala. It is too dusty because I stocked it my magazine racks. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, tsk, tsk, my psychedelic life is really frustrated. I want a bowl of noodles and a pack of fries. I am really hungry for more. Sheyt, I need to go. My sister will be online for the rest o the night. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114925691269047401?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114925691269047401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114925691269047401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114925691269047401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114925691269047401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/06/meet-me-in-outer-space.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114900573997655486</id><published>2006-05-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:15:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at June 7, 2006. Whoa, I cannot believe it will start so early when your vacation was late. It is freaking unfair! I hate my school for being such religious school. Our principal who is a nun does stupefy even if she is a nun. A &lt;em&gt;nun&lt;/em&gt;. Duh? Would you believe that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say. I am just updating my blog and fixing my friendster account. Well, okay I am going now. I am doing some chatting over my messenger. Awww, I have abandoned my xanga site. Well, I am going to post something there today, so ciao people! This is a very short entry...ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HINT&lt;/strong&gt;: I am working on a story now. The title was Only Time. A story of two best friends who became lovers in the end. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will post some of&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the story here. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114900573997655486?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114900573997655486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114900573997655486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114900573997655486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114900573997655486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-life.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114882732517954404</id><published>2006-05-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T07:42:05.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sleep tonight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the title give you some clue? Yep, you heard it right, last nigh was a no-sleep-tonight state. I did not know what happened last night! I was just staring at our window and I was blankly dumbfounded. I did not know what to do because that is the second time I have ever never sleep again! Whoa, it was like this. I was reading my old diary and I thought of reading Pinoymag, where the Yuzon brothers were featured. After that, a big (read it, &lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;) cockroach suddenly fell from nowhere! I screech and scream because it was so big! Still dumbfounded by the falling cockroach scene, I sit down to the bed of my sister and blankly stare at the crawling cockroach down our wooded floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I am going to sleep at 1:00 am, to be exact. It was around 2:00 am and I was still in daze to sleep. I tried to sleep and closed my eyes very tight. I think of many things that could make me sleep that night. Around 3:00 am, I was scared. I remember the movie Emily Rose. It gives me a rising hair at my arms. Perplexed, at 5:15 am, the sun smiled at me and it was already morning. The sun was warm. 6:12 am, I finally fell asleep. Look what time did I sleep that day? Almost noontime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember I drunk two cups of cold coffee before I sleep. Now I know why I cannot sleep that day. Huhu, I have not slept this day. I slept probably only 5 hours (book requires to sleep 8 hours everyday, right?). That was a nightmare for me. Really. Shete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before May ends, I will make my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; layout. I downloaded many fonts this time. I am just browsing some brushes at Pootato. I am learning FTP today, because I want to be hosted to Mariz. She is sooooo cool! Bring it on! New layout by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, to Ellaine. You want to finish your blog, right? It takes me about 5 minutes to code a blogger layout (or 10 minutes if you make much navigation on it.). Give me your username and password (well, you can change it after I code yer blog.), oraytie? My hair is a mess today. I want to bring back my long hair. This hair is rude. Well, only sometimes like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture and guess who it is. &lt;strong&gt;CLUE&lt;/strong&gt;: he is a guitarist of rock band on which the legendary Ely Buendia in vocals. Know it already? Teehee, he is freaking nice. This was our conversation last March 26 at night. Hehe, it is quite a loooong conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;He is soooo cute...&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;He is the one guy behind. Yung nakabukaka and nakatawa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yan%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yan%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: (habang naglalakad at nagpapapirma sa kanya ng album) Hi Yanny! (naglalakad ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt; : ( nagsa-sign ng autograph) Hi din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: (naalala kong magpapakilala ako at lalapit ako kay Yanny) Yanny, ako nga pala yung nagmemessage sa’yo sa friendster, si Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: (lalapit yung mukha niya sa akin kasi di niya marinig) Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: Ako si Catherine yung nagmemessage sa’yo sa friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: Catherine? I don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: Catherine Acosta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: oo ako yun. (ngingiti ako nervously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: ah, ikaw pala yun, huh. (aalis na ako dahil ayoko na makipagusap dahil nahihiya na ako, tas biglang sisigaw si Yanny) Catherine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: (babalik ako dun sa place niya) I just wanna say Sorry about that. (lalapit ako konti kay Yanny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: di ba binanned kita dun? Na banned ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi kaya.Nandun pa kaya ako. Nababasa ko yung mga post dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: try mong magpost, di ka makakapagpost (sisingit si Bogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOGS:&lt;/strong&gt; (kay Yanny) Bakit mo siya binanned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: kasi inaaway niya ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOGS&lt;/strong&gt;: (tatawa konti ) kaya pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: uy, sorry na huh? Peace na tayo, please? (With peace sign).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: sige, bati na tayo. Wag mo ng uulitin yun ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO:&lt;/strong&gt; nagbubukas ka pa ba ng Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi na ako nakakapagbukas. Masyado kasing busy, pero I’ll come back para magreply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKO&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry ulit at peace na tayo.( ngumiti siya sa akin ng matagal at ngumiti din ako sa kanya) Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANNY:&lt;/strong&gt; (with matching smile) thank you din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, that was the most greatest moment i ever experience. Talking to the guy i really really like! Ehehe! I hope, he will remember me. Hope so. Okay people, the introvert needs some rest. Goodnight :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114882732517954404?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114882732517954404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114882732517954404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114882732517954404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114882732517954404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-sleep-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114864639910169250</id><published>2006-05-26T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T05:26:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are places I remember, all my life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories still lingers in my mind. The echoes of their voices. The strangest things happened in my life. Happenings, gigs and other occasions that remains in me. I could still trace every moment they have shared to me. Who are they? You might ask. They are the people who I always cared. They will be in heart, always and forever. &lt;em&gt;I promise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my mind, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the five things I need to get charge with this coming school year? Let me count it all the way to the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;New classmates and new class terror adviser&lt;/strong&gt;. All our batch mates last year will go to be my classmate. Do you think I like it? Of course not. Do you expect me to love my so-called new classmates? Ewww, they are so pathetic (oops, I supposed to type stupid, btw.) Our new teacher was the adviser of fourth year last year, Mrs. Gonzales. I pray on my knees that she will be nice to our batch because she is too terror for us stupid students of LCS-B. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Welcome back&lt;/strong&gt;! Loads of money this year! Ahaha. Not really. I am going to buy my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; stuffs with my &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; money. There will be many gigs and happenings this year, because I find 2006 a bit challenging. Hmm, it will be one gig or two every month so I could focus on my studies naman din. Just kidding. I am going to gig no matter what (&lt;em&gt;in fact, Hale will be here again, so I will start my June happy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Stress Relievers&lt;/strong&gt;. Schooling is a bit stressful, so I will sleep earlier everyday (yeah, right. What about insomniac nights?). Many assignments, projects, to the rush lectures and many recitations. Sheesh. School sometimes sucks because of stress days. Ahaha. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Friends and Backstabber&lt;/strong&gt;. New backstabbers, it seems. I am finding some strength to open a friendship thing. I do not know if I will join them in their parades. You know, it is everyone is wishing to be friends with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Have fun all year&lt;/strong&gt;! You heard it right, we need to enjoy this school year (good luck to us!). High school is not about stressing yourself to much; it is about enjoying every moment you and your friend shared. So, I suggest to you, go to some gigs and sing your lungs out. Busy yourself with some creativities, flaunt yourself around the campus and I am sure you will have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, that re the five things I needed to face my high school life. So guys, have fun this school year and do not forget to study hard! *winks* do not forget to go to gigs, too! &lt;strong&gt;Support OPM&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school life, here I&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114864639910169250?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114864639910169250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114864639910169250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114864639910169250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114864639910169250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-are-places-i-remember-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114854443137243599</id><published>2006-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T06:12:13.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being happy is a choice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all over, I am not dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the idly feeling of missing someone who is your enemy? I felt that way―just today. I felt the way I miss my best friend who turn to be my enemy this year. We never talk since we fought. The problem? It is hers, not mine. She is sometimes weird talker that I find myself looking for some space to breathe my own miseries. They way she treat us friends, she treats us as if she is not going to treat us forever. Yeah, right. So it is my freaking fault? No. My freaking problem? &lt;s&gt;Yes&lt;/s&gt;. Do the babble thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think too much, your mind can take you anywhere you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat the song; it is Keeper by The Mongols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so what do we have today? I will change my layout in a few minutes. It is from &lt;a href="http://diwata.org"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;. The layouts were great and some tutorials really help me a lot (it is in Tagalog version). You can visit her by clicking her name. We just finished cooking pancakes for merienda. I did not eat any because I am here typing what happened in my day. Ellaine is on the mall with her family, while I, in the other hand, stayed in the house. My face itches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/Mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/Mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114854443137243599?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114854443137243599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114854443137243599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114854443137243599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114854443137243599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/being-happy-is-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114848418556602043</id><published>2006-05-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:23:05.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never needed a friend like i do now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the sorry song of TATU &lt;em&gt;Gomenasai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; I am sorry about my blog because it turns to a spam dorkie! The contents was lost because I was doing some changes in it and it turn to spam dorkie! I hate it when it comes to it...&lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; [/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been doing some changes in my blog. &lt;s&gt;This will be a short entry because my sister is using our damn computer. Sorry about the foul words, I am still in the daze of being damn stupid today&lt;/s&gt;. Thanks to Oh-Bebe for the clocks. Hehe. Pati ba naman yun, right? My brother downloaded songs in our computer, which really makes me happy! What makes me happy this day? I am just freaking happy without reasons today, so I am sorry for being stupid in the entry mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom scolded me earlier because I am shouting. How could I shout because my freaking cousin is chasing me down the floor! She is so stupid!!! I could still hear the echoes of her voice to me. Hmp. Never mind that crap, I am just stupefying. Look how lazy my entry is? &lt;s&gt;Well, anyway I am going now&lt;/s&gt;. I am glad my layout is back again. New links the side. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About yesterday’s crime, my hair was chopped off, right? I find it very beautiful now! It makes me more youthful and greater in styling. Ena was teasing me about having Dora’s (the freaking explorer) hair. Do you expect me to put a short entry in my blog? It so happened that my sister is busy doing some fashion recipes for herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss my bestfriend whom turn to be my enemy now. I miss you &lt;strong&gt;Margie. &lt;/strong&gt;You are one of the bestest friend in the world.&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;never expected to miss her like this. I never expected to miss her like this&lt;/strong&gt;. I never...really. Maybe this is a goodbye, but &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; this is really a goodbye, i wish her goodluck. Wait, they do ot love you like i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, goodbye for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yahoo.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114848418556602043?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114848418556602043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114848418556602043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114848418556602043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114848418556602043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-never-needed-friend-like-i-do-now.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114839193513252558</id><published>2006-05-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:45:35.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they do not love you like i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i got my hair chopped for the second time of 2006.i never thought it would be very short.hehe.first,ilove it but minutes later,i miss my long hair.huhu.so,what will i do to take it back again?no one can take it back again,right?i am still angry about myself for chopping my very loooong hair.huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did happen this day?so,so happy and so,so sad.what?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have nothing to say,actualy i am just visiting because i am busy with something.well,my brother downloaded some songs for me earlier.he seems ro be very kind this day,i noticed.yikkeee,thanks kuya.the songs were Mr.Brightside,Stellar and Maps.i find them very great songs...i am still in dazed in forming the puzzles in my brain.nope,nothings happening to me now,cause i am down stupid this time.i do not know why but it seems i am falling to something priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay guys,need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yahoo.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114839193513252558?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114839193513252558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114839193513252558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114839193513252558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114839193513252558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-do-not-love-you-like-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114827868775843341</id><published>2006-05-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:18:07.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York City loser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, citizens! I have been out in the blog world for quite some time. So what do I have to tell you guys? Let me recall everything happened this pass few days...ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we hit the south. We went to Laguna for a day of relaxation that turns to madness. Hehe. The wake up call was 6:00 am something, and then minutes later of working the food thingy, we finally drove off. It was very exhausting! I find it very tiring day, because we just sit down the chairs of our car. First, we went to this resort (a &lt;em&gt;public&lt;/em&gt; look alike resort.). Ewww, the water was a heck dirty that I refuse of swimming on it. Plus, there are four lascivious boys in the hot spring pool. They are staring at me, especially the colored hair boy. After seeing them looking at me, I made up my mind that I will go in the cottage now. I was scared because they look like maniacs from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we went to Liliw, Laguna too. We bought shoes, sandal, flip-flops, bags and some other pasalubongs. I bought this big flowered detail white sandal. Dad find it pretty that they purchased it for me (I am soooo special! Lol.). What else did we do? I forgot na. All I know, it was freaking fun yesterday. We got home at exactly 8:30 pm. Earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shout outs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to all the bloggers who went here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayethegreat.so-stellar.org"&gt;Kaye -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for the exchange link thingy. Sorry if I did not answer kaagad, because our computer turn into a spam dorkie. Anyway, love your layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessholyup.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Cha -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks, thanks! I also love your layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Sis Anna -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dude, your layout rocks!!! I love it so much. Si Doks ba ang inspiration mo at ginawa mo yung layout na yun?? Ahehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodbye-tonight.blogspot.com"&gt;Ellaine -&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will help you build your blog, even if I am very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;What else? I downloaded a new layout for my blog. I am just encoding it today. It is dangerous (thanks to Catherine from the stellar family! I owe you one!). Nothing much to say... New York City loser. Goodbye for now, need to edit some damn layouts that re out of my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yahoo.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114827868775843341?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114827868775843341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114827868775843341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114827868775843341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114827868775843341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-york-city-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114778296944827595</id><published>2006-05-16T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T06:00:38.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling so stellar, please come out after the moon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stellar last night. I even made a poem entitled Stellar. I don not know why I feel this way. I do not have any problems or anything, but this makes me a bit uneasy inside. Maybe I am just tired and still sleepless. I have not slept yet. I only slept for only 8 hours or so. Well, I made this poem last night. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so stellar&lt;br /&gt;It came out this night&lt;br /&gt;Wherein the stars are already&lt;br /&gt;Dying inside, deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to touch thy hand&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting any tears but this&lt;br /&gt;The magic word have already gone&lt;br /&gt;Two hours to sway your faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so stellar&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing from the act&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful have come faded&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your own reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors duplicate themselves&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing myself through it&lt;br /&gt;It was so starry night&lt;br /&gt;It was so stellar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect poem for stellar people. I have nothing to say, I am just visiting my site. My photo blog is finish. I am just editing my layout there. I will post the URL here tomorrow or so. Hehe. Thanks people. I am just moving to another site, because I want to be hosted but I will stay here for a while. I can wait. On Saturday, Ellaine and I will go to SM to shop and shop. Hehe. Mom cancelled the Laguna and moved to Sunday because of me. Thank you so much! I am going to buy red iced tea for the third time around May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, the raconteur needs to sway a good-bye hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yahoo.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114778296944827595?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114778296944827595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114778296944827595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114778296944827595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114778296944827595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-so-stellar-please-come-out.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114768928830857546</id><published>2006-05-15T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:34:48.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stick with what you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I do not know if I will be happy or sad or sad and happy in between. Gulo no? I am just confused in my surroundings these days. I do not know why. I slept at 2:10 am this morning because my sister told me she would have her “online” thingy that morning so I waited for her turn. It was past 2:00 that time, so I decided to quit onlining that time. Talk about waiting in vain that way. When I went to our room, she was there sleeping so well while I am waiting for her. Then, I wake up around 9:30 am. What? I got only hours of sleep. Still feel sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not eat breakfast, because it was late na rin. Whoa. I am currently listening to Smashing Pumpkins tonight, tonight. I feel mellow this time. I don not know why. Let us just sing some lines in that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe, believe in me...the impossible is possible tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of boredom, I made this in Adobe. Actually, it is very simple and very to make. Wala lang akong magawa, that is why made this piece of crap. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/wala%20lang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/wala%20lang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahahahaii...the song is a bit relaxing. I am texting Ellaine now. She is rude. Haha. I have a new layout, which I am encoding this time. The sidebar of my blog is an unorganized. I am going to fix it today, if my schedule permits. Haha. Just like a star. Hmmm, Ellaine is asking me if I believe in fate and destiny. Well, this is my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I believe...we are the author of our lives, which we will going to write until we die...but, sometimes we just cannot get it. You make your own fate and you choose your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; my new layout will be here next week or so. It is a combination of pink and white. Yay, it would definitely look stellar. Ahehehe. Hi sis Anna! &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babye people. See you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yahoo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114768928830857546?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114768928830857546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114768928830857546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114768928830857546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114768928830857546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/stick-with-what-you-want-hmmm-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114761292738152902</id><published>2006-05-14T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T06:22:07.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars beneath the sky, they tell me you are a secret...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, this day is pretty much tiring for a girl who is trapped beneath her own dreams. Hehe. Mom, my sister and I went to SM Marilao earlier to celebrate mother’s day. Huwaw!!! There are so many freaking people in the mall, which makes us a bit uneasy. Especially in the groceries area. Hahaha. Mom scolded the girl clerk who is in the midst of her mourning. She was a bit crying because people are angry with her. Talk about good day when mother’s day. I could feel her sadness, but I could my own angriness with her. I was worried to my mom, because we left her at the groceries are for we need to order something at Pizza Hut. Wrong move, mom is still in her line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it lasted for about 30 minutes or so before we finish paying for the good we bought. It was so tiring! I hate it when it is time to shop at groceries area, because mom is the word. Cannot blame her for being such a strict mom to us. Hehe. Okay, so what did happen pa? Oh yeah, I bought many chocolates! Butterfinger and Choco Baby is my favorite so I bought them without thinking twice. That is only what I bought. Sister bought a pair of strappy sandals while mom bought a green linen blouse. It was cute! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; about my goodie section, I am going to fix it now, so be patient about the free layouts. I am still downloading fonts and pictures eh. Whoa, I will be busy for this freaking goodie section. Torture weekends and weekdays, it will be, I guess. Hahaha. Just wait for it &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://thisiselise.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Elise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog! She has new layout (she made this layout. Thanks so much!) And go comment about it. Hehe. I am sooooo happy today; despite my mom is hotheaded earlier. I love you mom! I am going to plug. I am still adding sections in my sidebar. Yippee. It will be so much fun this week! On Saturday, we are going to Laguna and we will go to swim. Hehe. So much fun, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people need to go. Thanks to Sis &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the Hi! there. Babye people, need finish something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/yahoo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114761292738152902?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114761292738152902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114761292738152902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114761292738152902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114761292738152902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/stars-beneath-sky-they-tell-me-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114752164541520796</id><published>2006-05-13T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T05:00:45.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good eve guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very cold day today, I felt granted today. I do not know why. Hehe. I woke up very late this morning (around 10:30 am) and after washing my face, I ate my cookies and watch TV. Look how lazy I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon too, my mom asks if I can put an ointment at her back. I said yes but after I shower myself. So after I dressed up, I ask her if she still want to put an ointment at her back. She replied that she just want a massage than ointment. While massaging mom, she told me she would give me prepaid load. Wow, thanks mom! She gave me 60 bucks for the prepaid load, which is okay for me. Malaki na rin yung 60. It was fun massaging my mom. Hehe. What did I do all afternoon? Oh yeah, just fooling around with my cousin and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                         Happy mothers day to the entire beautiful mom in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/320/mothers%20day%20two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have a goodie section guys, which is for you! Just click the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulmachines.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neonitic.blogspot.com"&gt;Goodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neonitic.blogspot.com"&gt;Goodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neonitic.blogspot.com"&gt;Goodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neonitic.blogspot.com"&gt;Goodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste the luscious and oh so great goodies when you click the link below. I am only starting it, so free layouts will come soon. Hiatus signs are available. Someone asks for it, so I granted his/her wish (do not know what gender, eh). Go get them for free! Just link back to me, so I could be happy naman. What a drama...hehehe. Okay need to go, people. Need to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/27272986-114752164541520796?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114752164541520796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114752164541520796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114752164541520796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114752164541520796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-eve-guys-yesterday-after-very.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114726834014808031</id><published>2006-05-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:39:00.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally finishing the layout Elise gave me. I am just doing a lot of editing and a lot of encoding here, that is why I am freaking busy. Hmmm, what did happened today? Well, I just finish changing the bedsheets and the curtains in my room. Tomorrows the birthday of my mom (hello, mom!). Yehey! We are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in dazed. My friend is not my classmates anymore so I have to adjust a bit in this coming school year. Cursed our school for giving us hard exams and study jams! Ooohhh, I really hate my school for they are grunt! Oh well, wala akong magagawa. I do not know what to say pa. Let us just sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seem so very real, it is seem too real for me...I thought I could feel, feel, feel, feel...someone caught my angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, my family and I went to Pampanga. First, we hit the streets of Angeles (ata yun). We bought longanissa as pasalubongs. After that, we finally hit the mall. What do we do? We bought three wall frames that cost 300 bucks each. I was laughing at this woman. She was wearing a very low v-cut blouse, that you could almost grab her chest for crying aloud! She keeps on bending, that is why I could see her chest (what a stupid woman she is...). Whew. Well, we stroll in the big mall of Pampanga and ate at Pizza Hut. Wow! We are only four but the food cost as high as 1000 bucks! Whoa! That is sooooo expensive, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that we went at the grocery. Heehee. Mom did the shopping. Bumili ako ng red iced tea sa Tokyo Tokyo. It was so delicious and it cost only 41 bucks for a sumo size. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice, I still do not have a tag board. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, I am busy editing something. See all tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/1600/yahoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2578/2866/200/yahoo.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114726834014808031?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114726834014808031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114726834014808031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114726834014808031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114726834014808031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-guys-i-am-finally-finishing.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114717117126403489</id><published>2006-05-09T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T04:36:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being hiatus, finally Im back to update some of my happenings in life. What did happened these past few days? Let me recall everything I remember and will remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2, 3, and 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a heck bummer in the house. I felt few stabbing pains in my head (headache, as they call it). I have never felt like that. Every time I stood up from where I sit, I always have this blurred images and really a black paningin (ahaha, that is a freaking Tagalog word!). After that, I am always in my dizzy status, which is annoying for me. Hmmm, I’ve been sleeping late, too (puyaters all summer!) and I could wake up very late. Nagagalit yung mom ko sa akin, kasi late na kaming gumising ng ate ko. I try to sleep early even if couldnt sleep at all. After some attempts, I’ve noticed that I can’t sleep early. What boredom. Ayun, I just went blog hopping and search for the layouts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was yesterday. I cried that night because of my parents. They just suddenly hit my head. I was listening to Rivermayas If. I couldn’t breath that night which really making my problem enormous. My notebook was right beside me and I wrote some memories I could recall. Nga pala, Ellaine went gig hopping that day, too, which I really envy with. Why did I envy her? She gets to talk to Yanny for the second time around! Whoa. I wish I was there at Capones, but I’m broke that day. :( I was damn depressed that night. Even, want to kill myself so I could finally die! I kept texting Ellaine but she’s busy rocking the halls of Capones. Whew. I really wish I lived at Manila. If only could, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8:31 am:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, because I had to go to check up. I have had backne since Im only in the 3rd grade (Im freakishly young having them). I never thought it would be my disease. Actually, it’s not contagious and if it would, Im going to die! ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:30 am:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my sister is finishing bathing. We went to Matungao for the check up. When I finally step in the door, Dr. Marquez was surprise. She kept on asking me how I lost such weight and even became whiter! *winks* I’m just pretty, doc! She was asking this: paano ka pumayat ng ganyan? Of course, I don’t have any secrets to hide, so I just answered that I don’t know why I lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1:23 pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I talk to Ellaine about my problem last night. She answered sincerely naman, that it’s good. I really appreciate her words. I replied and told her that I’m okay na. She answers this with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoo yun! Yan ganyan! Magagalit si Yanny kapag nakasimangot ka...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, pare! I went to my mushy mode that time. Hehe. Salamat, Ellaine for being there always. Magkikita na tayo sa Monday!!! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 7, 8 and 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bumming around the house. You know the typical boredom-to-death status of mine. Mama just enrolled me! Grunt, Ellai’s not my classmate and that means that we’ll get to hang out after dismissal everyday. What a dumb school. I can’t believe it! I really CANT! I never thought anything like that. Sheesh. Greetings to my ever dearest lovable and mean mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Happy mothers day and happy birthday to you mom! I love you, always! Ü yippee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahehe. Love you mom! Stay healthy and stay beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee, I finally update na! Sorry for being hiatus. Well, if you’re going to ask why I’m hiatus for 8 days, it’s because I’m doing some editing in my notepad and some of my domain thingy. This is happy day for me. Thanks to my mom for giving me 50 bucks for the internet card and for the snacks. Yum! Hehe. After praying for Nina’s to be evicted, it was answered! Yes! You’re finally out of the house, flirt! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, after two attempts of buying beers in the past few days, I finally called it quits. I didn’t buy. My mom would kill me if I drink beer. Hehe. Well, what do we have to talk? Just updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sorry if I don’t update sometimes. I’m busy editing the layout Elise gave me. I’m really sorry about it! Promise I’ll update often as I could. Thanks guys! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you like my new layout (thanks for Elise!)? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go, people. Need to edit something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;X0X0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114717117126403489?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114717117126403489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114717117126403489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114717117126403489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114717117126403489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-after-being-hiatus-finally-im_09.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27272986.post-114648083564913956</id><published>2006-05-01T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T03:53:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this is an entry where you’ll get to know me as what I am. Hmmm, it is just a piece of document of me on how I love things like music, writing and stuff. It is a matter of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My mom is one of the beautiful things that I ever received in my whole life. It never fails to give a smile on my face whenever she cracks one corny (but funny) joke. She’s the most beautiful woman in my whole life. No thick make-ups, lipstick or any other things can beat her beauty. She is priceless―a reluctant queen. A mother, a friend and a soul lover. Love you mom!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My dad? He is greatest dad ever! Even if sometime we don’t barely talk to each other (I’m scared of him), I know he is willing to give a chance for me to talk to him. I really like the way he pops the “The Beatles” cd in the stereo and make it in his full volume. Haha. He is very cool (kudos to you, pa!) and very hardworking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your two brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Having two brothers is very difficult. Imagine you’re trap in a full-grown house and your two messy brothers in with you. They keep on teasing you without any reasons. They’re the protectors of their girl sister. Heehee. Sometimes, they are a bit moody, but they are playful, which is a good vibe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always remember whenever we hit the malls, the always tag-line will be “Nagpunta ka ng mall para mag-CR lang.” haha. She always goes to the restroom before she buys her stuff. I always wait for her to finish, which makes me annoy. She can be a little bit moody, a bit stupid and a bit loka loka. She is fun to be with. Yay, she is very nice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Me? Who am I? I love myself, even if the messiest things came up. I love my voice, for it’s my trademark. I love my height, my lips, my eyes and my nose. Writing is one of my favorite past time. Music is my life. My family is my life. No matter how stupid I am, know who I am. This is me: a vocalist, a writer, a dreamer, a friend, a daughter and a person who will linger from east to west, north to south.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...your favorite song in a album&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, marami akong paboritong kanta. Some of them are foreign music, but most is OPM. They are the best’s music I ever heard. But for now, I love Smashing Pumpkins “Beautiful”. It’s cool. In Filipino music, it will always be “Alapaap” by the legendary band Eraserheads.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your favorite album of all time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Too many to mention, but SpongeCola’s Palabas, Pupil’s Beautiful Machines and Smashing Pumpkins Melancholy is the best. It’s very sentimental, but with give it a twist of electric guitar and some drum machines, it’s very indie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your image&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Image? I never worried about image. Beauty last, while intelligence doesn’t. Images are the gifts of God to us. I appreciate it in a very good way. I’m a natural performer who performs anything and everything under the sun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on becoming better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always do my best. It is not about winning an iPod in a magazine contest, it is about sending those entries even if you know you are not gonna win. It is not about winning a gold medal in a competition. It’s about giving your best.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Music is my food. It feeds my whole system. Music is my drink. It washes away the spirit while it gives you strength. Music is my life. No matter what is the genre as long as I love hearing it, it is cool. Imaging life without music, how lame it would be. It’s a universal language, everyone speaks one. It’s a food, everyone eats it. Music is my business, no matter what.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I always have a very bad day. Just a pack of my all time favorite chocolate, a very soft pillow and Pupil’s Blow Your House Down and I am total pampered na. Sometimes I ignore my bad day. I just listen to music and it’s gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your free day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Free day ba kamo? Hmm, I maybe in the mall shopping with my sister or my friends or in the house surfing the net all day. And maybe, gig hopping too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on what did you loathe about yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I loathe myself even if I’m not bloated. I always try not to be angry, pero minsan talaga galit ako for no reasons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on how you thinks you’re involving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wonder where I am involved...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on the best advice anyone ever gave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The best advice I ever received? “Try your best not to smile if they will laugh at you. Try your best not to be sarcastic if they will cry on you. Try your best not to joke if they will be serious. Always try until everyone goes away. The ones who are left will be your friends, your husband as well. Then pick them until you finally see them.” it is my advice given by my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on your biggest achievements to date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Being alive all of these years are the most priceless achievement in my life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...on your goals in the future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to be successful to every little thing I made. And, the most important role in life— being a mother. I want to be a good mother to my future children. Simple as that but very great.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on being happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Happy is only a word but if you could dig it, it’s very deep. It’s a matter of choices. You have to choose a choice that you think is best for you. Not just you, but the people you cared about and the people whom you don’t know. God makes the challenges while you choose your directions towards it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Life is like a bird, it needs to fly. Life is bigger than you think. Some people give up agad, kasi they thought of losing, but losing leads to success. Life for me is bird that needs to fly. You cannot trap them in a howl, you have to set them free for you to move on na rin. Life is a blend of sweetness and bitterness. You cannot expect them to be in between. It has to mix.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Whoa, love is the most crucial thing happened in my life but still, I for go it. Hmm, for me, love is like the wind, you can feel it but you can’t touch it. It comes and it goes, too. You don’t want them to be there always, because time kills.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“I’m the luckiest person, I guess. I love my friends. They are my pillars in life. Without them, I feel weak. They are the persons who will comfort you after you saw your freaking crush with a girl, or make your Saturday nights a mess. They make you sane, miserable but elegant. I can’t think how lucky I am with them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on being single&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who needs boyfriend anyways?! They only make you cry, even make you retard!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Boys will be boys. You can’t change the way they dress, the way they talk and the way they treat you like ordinary girl. Some of them are pathetic (only some), some are torpe while some are dumb. Haha. However, I love boys, as well. Who’s not in love with Yanny Yuzon?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on what qualities you look for a guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nakita ko na eh. However, he is not meant for me. Hmmm, I like boys who have passion for music (its necessary!), passion for theater, who will love me from who I am and not what I have. He must love my family and treat my girl friends on an ice cream. He should be nice and decent. I don’t like guys who have this devil-may-care attitude. He must love Ely’s band! He has to know how to play the guitar or even the drums. Lastly, he has to be cool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...on Yanny Yuzon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yikee...the chick magnet. Well, I have a crush on him but don’t ask why. I met him through the help of Friendster. Yay, he was very nice. Then, I met him sa SM Marilao last March 26. Then, yun na, crush ko na siya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, this is my first time to write in my new home. Whew, felt so new here. Well, this is only a temporary layout because nagpagawa ako ng layout. Hehe. Hope you read my entry today, which is about me. Hmmm, let me think about posting things here...think think think. Wala na eh. Ahaha! By the way, I’m Cathy, 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go gig hopping all summer but my mom won’t say yes which makes me sad. Like today, Ellaine has been teasing me kasi she will go to Pupil’s gig on May 5, which I envy. Another problem, we have to save on gas, on tollgate and so on. Plus, I don’t have any allowance left in my wallet to go shopping and go gig hopping all summer. It’s really a bummer summer. Kwesh. Whoa, this is a loooong entry. Sorry. Have to go, many things to do pa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27272986-114648083564913956?l=cupidlelocke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/feeds/114648083564913956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27272986&amp;postID=114648083564913956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114648083564913956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27272986/posts/default/114648083564913956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupidlelocke.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-this-is-entry-where-youll-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>flicker in flight...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01430282347504872321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
