<?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-22634848</id><updated>2011-11-04T19:30:21.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accoustic Chick</title><subtitle type='html'>Yeah, Accoustic Chick with 2 Cs...
Well, It's because it stands for cool and calm. Don't forget to drop a comment or two after any post i made or you could chat in my chat box! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-116234957673287536</id><published>2006-11-01T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T10:52:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-Alikes</title><content type='html'>Woooh!! That was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - create your own family Website" alt="MyHeritage - create your own family Website" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/G/storage/site1/files/13/29/64/132964_85634711908454dqvsxu20.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-116234957673287536?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/116234957673287536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=116234957673287536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/116234957673287536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/116234957673287536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-Alikes'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115884184403787578</id><published>2006-09-21T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:30:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace day.</title><content type='html'>It takes a wise man to learn from their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a brave person to accept their wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a real human being to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did. She "peaced" me. SOOOOO unbelievable, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;There's still hope yet for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115884184403787578?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115884184403787578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115884184403787578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115884184403787578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115884184403787578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/09/peace-day.html' title='Peace day.'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115806629621955318</id><published>2006-09-12T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:04:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/BURN.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/BURN.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, my friends, is what I call homework. I absolutely HATE math right now. God, and I have to get an A- on this thing. I burned my book. GRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going insane! crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy right now, so, unless you can help me with this stupid assignment, don't chat with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy, i'm cranky, I wanna get this over with. 0.0!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115806629621955318?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115806629621955318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115806629621955318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115806629621955318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115806629621955318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/09/burn.html' title='Burn'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115789275551780552</id><published>2006-09-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:52:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Western End</title><content type='html'>"May I present to you the newly weds: Mrs. Aikaye Bollozos Hipona Mendoza Daoang Lim Bonotan Lim Conception Cabanlas Linog Sarraga and Mr. -insert whichever first name of whichever husband stated after Aikaye's real last name-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grade school campus was bathed in the golden glow of the afternoon sun as the sophies willingly paid the Juniors to handcuff themselves to any random person, be it for fun or... just something to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, others were crazy enough to agree to a "forced marriage" [*note: hence Aikaye's extremely long full name] It's a win-win situation for the Sophies and the Juniors. The Sophies get a couple of laughs and funny memories [and something to do], while the Juniors get rich off of us Sophies by taking advantage of the boring moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{which reminds me... I wasn't cuffed to -person-!!! REFUND!!! HALAKA!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time eventually flew by and the lazy, golden afternoon sunshine slowly dimmed into a lovely indigo sky with full moon to match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was overly hyped up to get their turn to showcase all that hardwork they put in during tiring, sweaty practices and D.I's walking out on them ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We anxiously waited for our turn, wishing and hoping that the grade school would hurry up and make way for the High School's Barn dance competition to begin. We did the best we could: smiling and "yo"-ing, putting our all in the performance, forgetting that we were beginning to bathe ourselves in our own sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Sophomores were the Juniors, who started off dancing to a cool song by Madonna and a couple of stools, giving "Barn dancing" a whole new and hip twist. After the Juniors were the freshmen... I liked their skirts... Very cute. The skirts had a cute design of embroidered[were they embroidered?] pink flowers. After the freshmen were the Seniors who did a lovely job with those letters on their hats and the constant change of placements, positions, groups and formations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then finally, the moment of truth came. All the Sophies held hands gripping tighter and tighter as Perla Babes read the 3rd placers. "For third place, The Freshmen.............. and.......... the Juniors!" Screams and cheers errupted from the Sophies as everyone jumped up and down. Then, everything went quiet again as PB began announcing the 2nd placers. Once again all sophies held hands and stared at PB. "And for 2nd place...... The Sophomores!!!" &lt;br /&gt;This time, even louder screams and cheers errupted from the Sophies AND the Seniors. Some burst into tears of joy while joining the others in jumping up and down while Rafa proudly claimed that sweet red envelope with the amount we won. When everyone grew tired of jumping, they hugged each other to death. I never knew group hugs could be that dangerous. All the cheering and screaming drowned out the sound of Perla's voice as she announed the success of the Seniors as the proudly took away first prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! The celebration wasn't over yet. The band was still hyped up and, obviously, so was the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band took their place as the lead singer, manang Bem, began singing "the start of something new" a song popularized by the movie "High School Musical" and everyone sang along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the high school students partied and danced the night away, making one big circle and grinding and twisting, doing the monkey [---&gt; HALAKA!!!] and all the other dance moves that were easy to follow in the middle. Strobe lights flashed and hands waved in the air as the band cranked up songs like "A Public Affair" by Jessica Simpson and "baby give it up" {? don't know the exact title... -_-"} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the party ended at about 10-ish but that didn't send us home right away. Some people scurried of into groups and told scary stories in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say yesterday was one sweet Barn Dance. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115789275551780552?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115789275551780552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115789275551780552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115789275551780552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115789275551780552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-western-end.html' title='One Western End'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115657069645353185</id><published>2006-08-26T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:51:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roofdeck Fashion</title><content type='html'>Roofdeck Fashion. Ethnic Chic. Tokyo Cool. Fashion Drift.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want to call it, it doesn't matter. What does matter is the fact that it was extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was both a big mess of nerves and a whole bunch of fun as the whole school ended Filipino week with a big "talent show" filled with ethnic and folk dancers, singers, public speakers and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that stuff to handle, you'd think we're extremely stressed out. Well, we are but we never forgot to have a bit of fun along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of videos I have for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;These were taken up on the roofdeck when we (the folk and ethnic dancers) got bored waiting for the other people to come up for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod+itrip+a couple of folk and ethnic props+a whole lot of boredome =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="395"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="vidurl=http://images.geli13.multiply.com/movie/4/1.flv/MVI_0585.AVI?enctoken=U2FsdGVkX1,TCKK9Q42,DZcPjI4rQXJ51QA2OzOlFRk=&amp;vidlength=43&amp;numericid=1&amp;userid=geli13&amp;baseurl=http://geli13.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="395" FLASHVARS="vidurl=http://images.geli13.multiply.com/movie/4/1.flv/MVI_0585.AVI?enctoken=U2FsdGVkX1,TCKK9Q42,DZcPjI4rQXJ51QA2OzOlFRk=&amp;vidlength=43&amp;numericid=1&amp;userid=geli13&amp;baseurl=http://geli13.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see more roofdeck fashions, go see my multiply:&lt;br /&gt;http://geli13.multiply.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115657069645353185?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115657069645353185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115657069645353185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115657069645353185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115657069645353185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/roofdeck-fashion.html' title='Roofdeck Fashion'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115605249617151799</id><published>2006-08-20T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:41:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HP, Zero Assoluto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of videos I found of my favorite HP Couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ludUWJTJkks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ludUWJTJkks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Favorite Italian band, Zero Assoluto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvKA7fKGlAs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvKA7fKGlAs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115605249617151799?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115605249617151799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115605249617151799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115605249617151799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115605249617151799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/hp-zero-assoluto_20.html' title='HP, Zero Assoluto!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115590692757397307</id><published>2006-08-18T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:15:27.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about HSM</title><content type='html'>people, people, hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something important to say.&lt;br /&gt;As much as it pains me to say this, I must. It's for everyone to know. Those rumors about Zac Efron not actually singing? Their semi true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, his voice was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blended &lt;/span&gt;(take note:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blended, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not dubbed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; with someone elses. That someone else is Andrew Seeley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to believe? or don't want to believe?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Seeley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115590692757397307?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115590692757397307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115590692757397307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115590692757397307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115590692757397307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/truth-about-hsm.html' title='The truth about HSM'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115521777479953599</id><published>2006-08-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:49:34.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Story Ever Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hopes and dreams I could have prayed for&lt;br /&gt; Here you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one dance forever&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's you and I together&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;you know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;the way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;That day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt; then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;and did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking in you eyes&lt;br /&gt;but I feel the rhythm of your body&lt;br /&gt;close to mine&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we touch, it soothes me&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;your kiss your handsome smile&lt;br /&gt;you know i'd die for&lt;br /&gt;of baby&lt;br /&gt;you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;you know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;the way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;and did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;just how much I really need you&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and If I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;you know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;the way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt; but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115521777479953599?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115521777479953599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115521777479953599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115521777479953599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115521777479953599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/greatest-story-ever-told.html' title='The Greatest Story Ever Told'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115495661734988961</id><published>2006-08-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:37:49.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug. 2, 2006</title><content type='html'>--this post is back dated--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes at 5:40 in the morning, I realized that today was the day I could officially be called 14. Honestly? It felt like any other normal day. Nothing special, nothing exciting but I couldn't stop myself, I had to hype up for today. It was, after all, my birthday. I squealed silently to myself, trying hard not to wake my parents and went over to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lazily ate and crept ever so silently into my parents' room (because I use their bathroom) and at first creak, my mom awoke and greeted me a cheery "happy birthday". She hugged me tightly and let me go on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the 15+ messages on my mobile during the car ride to school and found out Eira Pajo had tried to greet me at exactly the stroke of midnight but failed to stay up and greeted me at around 11:30pm, instead. (THANK YOU EIRA!!!!!!! hehehe) After that, tons of other people greeted me ranging from various group senders to simple and sweet single texts. I tried my very best to reply to every single one of them (milagro, nag text!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was far from over, I swear it. Just as I stepped out of my car and went towards my classroom, people started greeting me. I was definately like, wow... oh my god, I never expected this at all. My birthday was definately the best EVER (infinity ever). People greeted me with warm smiles and sweet happy birthdays from left to right, it made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT! Theres more. There is definately a whole lot more. During lunch, to my surprise, my old friends from Corpus Christi decided to drop by for lunch! I had a blast just listening to all their stories and everything. It was really fun. Then, after I walked my friends out to the street to get a ride back to Corpus, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the afternoon classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes seemed easier. I swear it but I was yet to discover the surprise waiting for me a few hours later. My friends pushed me towards the great wall of perla and warned me to not look behind me. It seemed like ages before I heard the sounds of "Happy Birthday!!!" from right behind me and the start of loud singing. I was so surprised to see that awesome chocolate cake, with the buttery, creamy yellow and blue borders, musical notes at the side, a "bush" of icing flowers and to top it all off, there, in the middle of everything, was a blue and yellow GUITAR made of icing and the words "Happy Birthday Angeli!!" written all over the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone lit the small, white candle at the right corner of the cake and Camille told me to make a wish as she took a picture of me with her camera phone. After that, they (gillian, anna, isah, camille, jamie, sassja) gave me 2 blue posters filled with birthday greetings and messages both from my CCS and SMS family. I was soooooooooooooooo happy. It was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren't enough, Nico Roa gave me a teddy bear with the words "happy birthday written on the balloon and, can you believe it, book 11 of one of my favorite series, Daughters of the Moon!!! Thanks sooo much Nico. I appreciate the thought, but I hope you didn't spend too much. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my parents took me to Bigby's to eat out. I had sooo much fun stuffing my face with almost everythign on the table. I was soo full at the end of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 249px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/birthday/Image241.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bigby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 248px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/birthday/Image243.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong spelling of "Angeli" but it was sweet nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 245px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/birthday/Image239.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe cake that my great friends gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stole this one from Camille... ^^, a picture of me blowing out my birthday candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115495661734988961?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115495661734988961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115495661734988961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115495661734988961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115495661734988961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/aug-2-2006.html' title='Aug. 2, 2006'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/birthday/th_Image241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115443460765733675</id><published>2006-08-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:16:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I'm both excited and scared to say that I'm finally turning 14!!! WEEEEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the big day and I dunno what to think. My year of being a 13 year old just zoomed by so quickly, you know? It just feels like I was never 13 - hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was great!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you soooo much to the guys who remembered that my b-day was coming up, thanks sooo much for greeting me in advance, THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I especially thank PANCHEESE, BING2x, Charlotte, Charmaine and Paul B. for taking some time out of your busy schedule to come up the hill and visit me, thanks for remembering that it's my b-day tom., I really miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, pero, I forgot to buy the "cofia mikir" -lmao-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow nalang ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115443460765733675?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115443460765733675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115443460765733675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115443460765733675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115443460765733675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115425577073066130</id><published>2006-07-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:36:10.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iHunger</title><content type='html'>This is basically how my day went yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nang, magpa luto sa ko ug scrambled eggs, please.."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, ling, wala na man..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ay, hmmm, sige, cornbeef nalang ko"&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, wala na pud"&lt;br /&gt;"nah!! Sige, sige, katong nabilin nalang na pizza gikan gahapon"&lt;br /&gt;"wala na pud toh... Naa pa ma'y na bilin nga duha pero murag na kaon na sa imong papa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.o Don't worry, I didn't starve to death. I ended up eating a can of tuna. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, I WAS SOOO HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;SMS WON!! WHOOO!! WE WON THE GAME AGAINST IMIS!! WHOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115425577073066130?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115425577073066130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115425577073066130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115425577073066130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115425577073066130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/ihunger.html' title='iHunger'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115413220279187529</id><published>2006-07-29T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:16:42.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game day</title><content type='html'>Woot! Excellent, today's a game day. Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just a short update for all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole morning's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's sun conference was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Big Game today at 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending a lecture about photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUUY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115413220279187529?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115413220279187529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115413220279187529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115413220279187529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115413220279187529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/game-day.html' title='Game day'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115408886342414208</id><published>2006-07-28T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T08:27:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun under the sun</title><content type='html'>As I walked into the classroom with my eyes puffed up with eyebags, my hair done in a new style, my outfit all new,  April started saying that I looked like a teacher with what I was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great... Teacher kaayo... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I liked what I wore 0.o It was okay, right? lol Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang, signaling the beginning of another school day, and as I truged up the 2nd flight of stairs, I could feel my eyelids sinking. I was absolutely exhausted from the other night of filling up on coffee and cramming like hell for the Filipino session test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, coffee DOES NOT work at all for me as I kept drifting in and out of sleep&lt;br /&gt;but it was soo worth it. Why? Because I was able to score a 30!!!! whoooh!!! go me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, everything seemed okay, really...&lt;br /&gt;Except for that stupid old housing period. It was lame and the elementary kids were little brats.&lt;br /&gt;Evil, little, annoying brats. So much for "respecting your ates and kuyas". What the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the part where they introduce the "cofia mikir", though. heheh... but even though the presentation was so-so, I want one!! lmao.  At least that way I can actually draw something worth showing and maybe It can help me draw! ehhehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;My birthdays coming up in 5 days. I can't belive it, 5 days? How can time have flown by that fast?! I must be feeling that old feeling... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, conference calls are great! Thanks Jason! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Sun is fun, I swear to all of you, it is.  Especially since you can abuse it because it has unlimited call and text. lalallalalalal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-something that can help me do something [lol]&lt;br /&gt;-something small to remember you by&lt;br /&gt;-whatever you wish... ^^,&lt;br /&gt;-simple and sweet...  i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;-you don't even have to get me anything, I swear to God.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of your time is all I'd ever need. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and Kuya&lt;br /&gt;-books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-*harry potter* 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Pwede pud librehan ko ninyo!!! waaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*You said I could mooch of the both of you when you already have jobs. Ate already has a job at the supa cool Microsoft, so I'm guessing I can now mooch of you? Kuya, your excused... hehehehe....&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/22634848-115408886342414208?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115408886342414208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115408886342414208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115408886342414208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115408886342414208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-under-sun.html' title='Fun under the sun'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115382755616021396</id><published>2006-07-25T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:39:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some support...</title><content type='html'>I jumped for joy and squealed like the girl that I really am as I read through the list of people who got accepted into the school's very own newspaper, the Blue-Gold Vision, and found out that I was one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also happy to find out that Aikaye and Marlo were also one of those people and as I called Aikaye to share the good news, she in turn jumped with me and repeatedly said "halaka chuy!".&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was, as the both of us were reading through the list again, we realized that a meeting was being held at that very moment. Pak, crap! We were EXTREMELY late. So, we just ran to the AVR like crazy. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikaye:HALAKA!! CHUY!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: lageh na... uy, kanusa ang meeting? *looks through list* 25, ugma na diba?&lt;br /&gt;Aikaye: Dili!! KARON!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HA!?!&lt;br /&gt;*both of us run like mad to the AVR*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to catch up to like, 10 mins. of the whole thing. yaaahhH!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is some other good news. Ma'am Lovelyn is considering me for Photo Journ. WEEEEE!!!! I am totally psyched. Hyper. hhehehe  but today, after I got home from school, My mood went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited and such when I told my parents that I got accepted into the BGV and that Ma'am Lovelyn is considering me as the photo journ. When I told them that, dad said: "Na, unsa imong gamiton nga camera?! Gamiti nalang na ang camera sa imong celphone." and the both of them laughed.... God, so much for support. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How inconsiderate can they be?! grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;People have become so suncell crazy that I've joined the bandwagon. Rafa's bought me my sim!!! teehee... and so did Aikaye *gasp* so, guys, naa koy extra sim, any takers? Bayari lang dayon. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115382755616021396?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115382755616021396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115382755616021396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115382755616021396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115382755616021396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-support.html' title='Some support...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115364781354223617</id><published>2006-07-23T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:43:33.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jubee pimpage</title><content type='html'>Just Friendster pimping. Lol.. Check out The -JubzClan- Friendster, guys! Invite us!&lt;br /&gt;Hair2 ... roll then pump! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, add us up, Jubee style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.friendster.com/jubzclan"&gt;www.friendster.com/jubzclan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115364781354223617?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115364781354223617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115364781354223617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115364781354223617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115364781354223617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/jubee-pimpage.html' title='Jubee pimpage'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115357835392194827</id><published>2006-07-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:25:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the luck in the world</title><content type='html'>Some girls have all the luck, really, you can't help but be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;But, don't think that I'm this over zealous type of person who wants everything. No, I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just face it. We're human. It's normal to feel these types of things.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help myself. Like I said before, some girls have all the luck in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find myself. The real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, I know but, if you haven't noticed, I've been trying to be like some other people around me that I think are so cool and I'm afraid that, if I don't find my real self REAL soon, I'm going to get lost being a thousand other people with a thousand other habits, personalities and mannerisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try but, I think I don't even know who I really am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me stop the emotional stuff and get to the happy part.&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHHOOO!!! Today, the JUBZ CLAN has been born! Wheawh, so many people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (mai mai)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (alex)&lt;br /&gt;kuya jubz (christian L.)&lt;br /&gt;papa jubz (ezra) --&gt; slash yayo (CHOOOK!)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (angeli)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (chezska)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (joah)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (frances)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (gillian)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (sassja)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (jamie)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (sheyen)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (essa)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (valerie)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (anna)&lt;br /&gt;kuya jubz (ar-ar)&lt;br /&gt;kuya jubz ( jc)&lt;br /&gt;ate jubz (angel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School High was great. Excellent. Lingaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and: nya!! hahaha... naa na mi'y HSM nga DVD!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115357835392194827?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115357835392194827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115357835392194827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115357835392194827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115357835392194827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-luck-in-world.html' title='All the luck in the world'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115353929499698928</id><published>2006-07-22T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:34:55.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhh.... It is soo nice to be able to wake up at 9 in the morning. I swear. I feel so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole days worth of cramming the Chrisitan Living, English and Filipino activity cards, I am completely exhausted. Yesterday was a complete disaster. I will never be able to cram again!&lt;br /&gt;I still have the Filipino activity card to worry about though... but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my day yesterday by spending it with sassja and recording my own and the KB's songs. Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in.ana mi ka walay lingaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just eating chips and chocolate, waiting for time to pass before I go to school for the high school High.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115353929499698928?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115353929499698928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115353929499698928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115353929499698928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115353929499698928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping in'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115349167298568112</id><published>2006-07-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:26:09.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling of Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I was looking through Aikaye's photo albums on her multiply account and I started to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;"where did all that time go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things seem to drag on forever, and yet when you look back, seem so fast and so short. Gee, thanks a lot kaye... -_-' You got me feeling all old... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my freshman days. Everything seemed so easier for me back then than it does now, now that I think of it. I wish I could have done better. There were tons of things I could have and would have said and done but didn't, so many things I've ended up regretting, so much time that I wish I couldn't have wasted, so many feelings that I've hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that, even though I felt so lonely and sad, I was actually happier than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, I don't know why. Things were better before... (during those happier times *sigh* lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to describe how depressed I feel whenever I think about being the new kid in school and all that. How I used to miss my friends so much that I would visit them EVERY friday after school, and how I promised them that next year I would really come back but then, it all faded away into nothing. I became busier and had other stuff to do, and I never came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the world that I left behind moved on... leaving me somewhere, off on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 years now, since I've left my old gang of friends. Bing2x, Frances, Fema... I really miss them. I hardly ever see them, nor do I even know what's going on in their lives; What's wrong, what's happened, times when they've felt weak, times when they've felt lost. I'm just clueless and I'm ashamed to say how could I have not been there for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't forget to remember me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* The effects of old age... LMFAO!! I'm excited (and scared) to say that It'll take about 2 more weeks till my birthday. I'll be old.... lol... ^^, The big 1-4. Unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115349167298568112?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115349167298568112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115349167298568112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115349167298568112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115349167298568112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-of-nostalgia.html' title='The Feeling of Nostalgia'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115330968920854313</id><published>2006-07-19T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:48:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWISTER!!</title><content type='html'>Yep... It's such an undescribable day. It was both horrible and fun... hot yet cold, tiring yet exciting . With the exception of course that P.E. drove me utterly insane. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I mean crap... I was stressing so much that I might have taken out  all the fun of it but eh...&lt;br /&gt;P.E. went surprisingly "well" though. I ended up "combining forces" with Cheska's group.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pain thinking of steps. I'm just totally glad that we could join groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the highlight of my day. WWWEEEEEEEE....&lt;br /&gt;but I did get cramps on my feet though, but what the heck, it was totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... I've been addicted to Cake Mania lately. It's a game where you have to make cakes and stuff before your customer gets fed up and leaves. HA, I know, kid's stuff but I'm a kid at heart and it's surprisingly addicting. You should try it sometime and don't worry, it'll be our little secret. ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115330968920854313?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115330968920854313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115330968920854313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115330968920854313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115330968920854313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/twister.html' title='TWISTER!!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115288585525336062</id><published>2006-07-14T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:04:15.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This phobia of mine</title><content type='html'>frick! frick! frick! frick! frick!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exact words as I came screaming out of the bathroom door. Why? Because of a creepy, brown, bug-eyed, HUGE cockroach staring right at me. How I hate them. I've had bad, traumatizing experiences with these little buggers, and that's why my fear became a phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand them, GOD! Why'd you have to make these creepy little things?&lt;br /&gt;I even jumped when I mistook the door hole for the roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aside from that, today was a good day. ^^, I got a chance to chikka with TiMai about stuff at SMS and Xavier College. lol... and oh, I almost forgot to mention that we had our very first house meeting today. What fun it was, but hey, at least the keyndi was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained today, thank God. I've also got a new song going on... wonder where that will go?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got nothing better to do, so I guess I'll just go and make more HSM icons.. teehee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115288585525336062?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115288585525336062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115288585525336062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115288585525336062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115288585525336062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-phobia-of-mine.html' title='This phobia of mine'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115236688763532438</id><published>2006-07-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:54:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/Troy.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/Gabriella.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/love.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/piano.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some icons I've whipped up just now... eh.. nothing much, but I'd love to hear what you all think of it. ^^, I'll add more when I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115236688763532438?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115236688763532438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115236688763532438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115236688763532438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115236688763532438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/hsm.html' title='HSM'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/th_Troy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115210216575952143</id><published>2006-07-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:22:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zig-zags and KGs</title><content type='html'>I'm totally pissed right now. -_-" well... actually, it's not "totally", really. More like: sort of.&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it doesn't get to me THAT much. I mean, it should, shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I should be pissed as hell and on the rampage and tearing off heads and ripping off hair... but... I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. Public Enemy number 1's been really.. erm.. let's call it, mean and childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate IT but IT's not bothering me as much as I would have expected. I don't give a crap.&lt;br /&gt;It's too tiring repeating what happened and how much I hate IT [not to mention having to talk about IT every now and then.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... maybe... It's over. It's done. I quit.&lt;br /&gt;It can say IT won and brag about winning and keep on pressing me and preassuring me all IT wants but I'm not dumb. I refuse to stoop down to her level of lowness. I refuse to be affected because, I don't want to look stupid like IT does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you actually fight someone when they won't fight back?&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the fool fooling itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115210216575952143?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115210216575952143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115210216575952143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115210216575952143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115210216575952143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/zig-zags-and-kgs.html' title='zig-zags and KGs'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115227439357169832</id><published>2006-07-01T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:27:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Project</title><content type='html'>uuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh...... Violet. We got sorted today and i got sorted into violet. At least I have JR, Eira, Bea A., Faith An, Sassja, Mai2x, Franz (my honeybalou!!! waaa!!! hahaah jowk), kevin (inescapable -_-'), and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to be in red (Gryffindor hahah) though, I mean, really bad! It's like, the best group ever. I still hate housing though. It's - whatever. SNHS has been rescheduled though. I have to wait and see if they're going to interfere with the batch competitions. IF they do, we're going right in there but I have to make it again because SOMEONE lost it in a fit of rage. [haha, you know who you are! :p] Back to printing and getting people to sign in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I finally felt how depressing a certain thing could be and to tell you the truth, I've never felt this way before. EVER. In my entire life as a teen/pre-teen/tween. Hah, and I was usually the one who says that It's going to be fine and that you're over reacting and that it's really corny. But it's not. Well, yeah, it is, but it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add to the mix, I'm being treated with pitty attention [ you know, someone pays a lot more attention to you out of pitty and guilt] but I don't want that! If Zodiac ever wanted me to feel better, he would be doing me a big favor if he would just pretend like everything he heard today didn't happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he gets it. He doesn't understand quite fully yet. *sigh* If only my sister didn't tell him THAT much. Now he knows... and he pitties me and feels guilty. I don't know what to think of right now. It's all too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of my mind told me that I must really REALLY REALLY (billion times REALLY) liked Zodiac if what happened made me feel this way. Maybe it's true, and I just didn't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I'll ever have are the memories of what had been and what can never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:white;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;whereever you will go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Calling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So lately, been wondering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And between the sand and stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Could you make it on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And maybe, I'll find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The way to make it back someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well then I hope there's someone out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Runaway with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Runaway with my hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Runaway with my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In your heart, in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll stay with you for all of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115227439357169832?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115227439357169832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115227439357169832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115227439357169832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115227439357169832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/07/housing-project.html' title='Housing Project'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115140786955579610</id><published>2006-06-27T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:31:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the girl next door</title><content type='html'>Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;She’s a star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way to deny she’s lovely&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin, perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside she’s ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just jealous-I can’t help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen, I’m in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader, I’m sitting in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk, I’m sleeping on the floor&lt;br /&gt;She’s Miss America&lt;br /&gt;And I’m just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutante&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never too harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll admit it, I’m a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit, she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;She’s Miss America&lt;br /&gt;And I’m just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha. Don't deny it. I know you sometimes feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115140786955579610?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115140786955579610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115140786955579610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115140786955579610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115140786955579610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-girl-next-door.html' title='Just the girl next door'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115046509265742648</id><published>2006-06-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:38:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a bitch and I like it that way</title><content type='html'>Not everything can be the way you want it to be. You can't be happy all the time, you can't be good at everything, you can't know it all, you can't be perfect, YOUR LIFE can't be perfect. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exceptions. Superstar or not, Super genius or not, Popular or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people who will bring you down, say bad things about you, talk about you behind your back, leak out a major secret or two or even hate your guts. And you know what? You can't control it. What you ought to do is ACCEPT IT, With open arms. You have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't say no, you can't say it's not gonna happen to you, you can't believe that your gonna fix it or it's gonna go away eventually, NO!!! Why? Because it won't let you say no, it WILL happen to you, you CAN'T fix it on your own, it WON'T go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is IT, actually?" you ask... Well, ITs a little thing called LIFE and It can be a real bitch sometimes... no wait, scratch that, life can be a bitch ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Moments that you want to last forever eventually end, friendships drift apart, people change, things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;- Life's daughter. It can be a real bitch too. Sometimes it's for the better, sometimes it's for the worst. You can't control it as well. All you've gotta do is ACCEPT IT. There's really nothing else you can do about it. Heh, well because life and change are here to stay and trust me, they will bitch their way into every single aspect of your life if you continue to reject it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like reverse psyhcology. You know, when people tell you NOT to do something (like texting during classes), they set rules for you and yet, you can't help but break them. You do what your not allowed/supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like life and change. The more you refuse it, say no to it, set a "rule" for it to not bother your life and you, the more it WANTS to invade and bother you. They will bitch their way into your life and when they get into your life and get to you, they'll bitch even more and make your life a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling you, they may seem like the want to do you harm, but really, they're a big help.&lt;br /&gt;Life and change are there for a reason. Without them, you'd probably be way too contented, way too bored. Why? Because nothing will be there to challenge you, nothing will be there to test you, nothing will be there to push you to the edge and make you fight back and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think God and Jesus had it easy with their super cool powers and almighty-ness?!!! You think, just because Jesus had the power to do anything he wanted, life and change didn't bitch their way into his life too?! HECK NO!!! In fact, they gave him the hardest time ever. More pain than you can imagine, more pain than you getting an F on your card, more pain than you getting your heart broken, more pain than getting hit in the face, or stumbling and embarassing your self combined!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus himself was able to make it through all that and more! He bitch slapped life and change, punched them in the face, tore off their hair!! and for that, he was recognized all around the world. He was praised and worshipped, even until now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into that classroom that first day of Orientation, hoping for the best, wishing that I could have gotten the dream class I prayed for all throughout the summer but instead, I got the class I never even expected to have. Never in my entire life have I been so disappointed. --Shocker--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started grumbling, complaining, throwing a fit. (there ain't a Saint Marian I haven't complained my ass off to. Sorry guys!!) I hated my section... (sad but true... sorry...), didn't like it a bit. I told my mom how I felt (because I tell her almost everything) and that my school year didn't start out so great. You know what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sus!! Wala ra na... nothing to worry about..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it was just a mere cut on my finger. Right then and there I wanted to cry my eyes out because she thought what I had confessed to her were mere childish thoughts. MA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, salto kaayo...  It insulted me so much. But then, I guess she knew what I was thinking because then she started telling me that It's a good thing. That it gave me challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would challenge me to make the best of my year. It would make me want to make the best out of this year, no matter how sucky I though the year was going to be. It took me out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my mom said a few more stuff, but I can't remember right now... lol) but I do remember that day I transferred to SMS. At first, I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave my friends and what I had made for myself over at CCS. But my mom told me the same thing she said to me this year. "Go out of your comfort zone" (of course I still refused... but then my mom pushed, dragged and kicked me out of my comfort zone lol) and eventually, I did. I transferred to SMS with a heavy heart and felt like crawling under my bed sheets and staying there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God I was forced out of my comfort zone by my mom, because if I wasn't, I would have never experienced the things I've experienced last year, I would have never even met the people I met and make the friends that I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to do a lot, come to think of it! I feel really accomplished and proud. I succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;I won. Life and change came bitching up to me and I bitch slapped them in the face. I fought back. I fought back and I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on bitches, bring it on. I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile at insults&lt;br /&gt;laugh away anger&lt;br /&gt;pay back arogance with humility&lt;br /&gt;and your sould will forever be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,&lt;br /&gt;no one can hurt you without your consent.&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*waaaaayyyy corny, I know... -sigh- but what can you do when you have a moment?!! I just simply couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115046509265742648?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115046509265742648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115046509265742648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115046509265742648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115046509265742648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/lifes-bitch-and-i-like-it-that-way.html' title='Life&apos;s a bitch and I like it that way'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115020844077141398</id><published>2006-06-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:20:40.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song: Day Nuisance</title><content type='html'>[I'll now be giving titles of my entries in form of "song titles" so don't ask me to sing/play the "songs" on my guitar.. hahah they don't exist.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdlkmf wepkjn fpoasudf ae;lskmc ;osadijf ;oasdijfpoe oaewjif;lasjfp9sr&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; That's basically how I felt today went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to describe this day. Annoying? Surprising? Irritating? Upsetting?&lt;br /&gt;All around blah?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected this day to be awesome, starting with me being sectioned into blue -- or gold&lt;br /&gt;but SILVER?! That's a whole 'nother story. Seriously, I'm speaking - I mean typing - honestly here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher who failed almost the entire batch last year during the finals is my adviser this year!? How can that possibly be? It's an absolute injustice, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that most of my classmates are.... well... more "academically enthusiastic"&lt;br /&gt;[i.e. TOTAL GENIUSEs --&gt; being a polite and appropriate word].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know how they can go a single hour without making even an ounce of noise&lt;br /&gt;once and a while. No offense guys, but honestly, you're too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that we still have a chance and succeeding in SOMETHING PYSHICAL&lt;br /&gt;[guys, don't be pervs. When I say physical, I mean SPORTS] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful that I have to enjoy [enjoy being the term used loosely, i.e. SARCASM]&lt;br /&gt;this school year with Aikaye, Mai2x, Cheska I., Christian M., Gillian L., and --&gt; KEVIN!&lt;br /&gt;Because these guys will keep me sane all throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Why don't days always go as expected, planned or hoped for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. ooh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT TO MENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was worsened by the pouring rain. Damn, it was so cold! AND!!! AND!!!&lt;br /&gt;Because of a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; It got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER 1&lt;br /&gt;SEED OF ALL THINGS EVIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how crappy my day went, because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; all the bad things that happened to me&lt;br /&gt;didn't seem important anymore, the only thing that matters now is killing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PUBLIC ENEMY #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also known as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE MONKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma will find it's way. I swear it. Everyone hates &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt; already, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;'s only adding to the&lt;br /&gt;mix. WAY TO GO MONKEY!!! RUIN YOUR LIFE EVEN MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115020844077141398?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115020844077141398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115020844077141398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115020844077141398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115020844077141398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-day-nuisance.html' title='Song: Day Nuisance'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-115010165264214686</id><published>2006-06-12T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:41:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystical Mysteriousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postexpression.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/pe_dealnar.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-115010165264214686?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/115010165264214686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=115010165264214686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115010165264214686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/115010165264214686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/mystical-mysteriousness.html' title='Mystical Mysteriousness'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114995099055469880</id><published>2006-06-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:32:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iconage (huge icon dump)</title><content type='html'>First things first. Before we get on to the goodies, you guys HAVE to know a few things:&lt;br /&gt;+DO NOT HOTLINK!&lt;br /&gt;- This means, you DO NOT copy the icon then paste it into wherever you place it.&lt;br /&gt; WhY?! Well, because, if you hotlink, you're actually taking away bandwith (sort of like storage         space for graphics) from my site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, right-click the icon you want, then 'save as' you could stop there, but if you want a link for the icon, I suggest you go save it in &lt;a href="www.photobucket.com"&gt;photobucket&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;tinypic&lt;/a&gt; (if you're too lazy to register to PB, TP doesn't require a registration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ PLEASE credit me by mentioning that I made the icons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I will personaly come to your house and bite off your head if you Hotlink or don't credit me. Kapeesh? ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the icons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;lj&gt;&lt;/lj&gt;&lt;div text="Iconas" class="ljcut"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj&gt;&lt;/lj&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/childhood.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;lj&gt; &lt;/lj&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/dandelion.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;lj&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/dandelion1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/dandelion2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/lj&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/earlymornings.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/museTls1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;lj&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/music.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/sliceofheaven.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/lj&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/touchthesky1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj&gt;&lt;/lj&gt;&lt;lj&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/treasurechucks.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/greenchucks.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/grunged.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/handlock.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/heavilybroken.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/neveragain.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/retro.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/C.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/C2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/Ctext.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/crusadews_384.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/lookon.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/lookon1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/pilot3_065.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/pilot3_112.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/squished.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/75816.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/784518.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/crusadews_276.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/crusadews_286.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/crusadews_320copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/crusadews_346.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/crusadews_373.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/13215.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/1487852.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/195456.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/35165.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/564615.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/654564.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/6546135.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/65465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/7845.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114995099055469880?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114995099055469880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114995099055469880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114995099055469880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114995099055469880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/iconage-huge-icon-dump.html' title='Iconage (huge icon dump)'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/livejournal/th_childhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114976338101409766</id><published>2006-06-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:43:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We (are not that different from each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;She's independent and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be like her&lt;br /&gt;She's got the girls and the boys&lt;br /&gt;So wrapped around her finger&lt;br /&gt;Rumor is she's some kind of dream&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows she cries herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not that different from each other&lt;br /&gt;We just want somebody to discover&lt;br /&gt;Who we really are when we drop our guard&lt;br /&gt;That love has gotta start with you and me&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the top of the social scene&lt;br /&gt;He's stylish cool and clever&lt;br /&gt;He's got a cool attitude that screams&lt;br /&gt;He's got it all together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think he's addicted to himself&lt;br /&gt;But he wishes he could be someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not that different from each other&lt;br /&gt;We just want somebody to discover&lt;br /&gt;Who we really are when we drop our guard&lt;br /&gt;That love has gotta start with you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta come togeher&lt;br /&gt;Oh You know you don't ever have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;You've got a hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Lalala Oh Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not that different from each other&lt;br /&gt;We just want somebody to discover&lt;br /&gt;Who we really are when we drop our guard&lt;br /&gt;That love has gotta start with you and me&lt;br /&gt;We Oh Oh And We And We You and me We&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta come together&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114976338101409766?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114976338101409766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114976338101409766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114976338101409766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114976338101409766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/we.html' title='We'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114933126335800722</id><published>2006-06-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:41:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal people (-_-") -sarcasm-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I AM PISSED AS HELL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath* okay, let me calm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called the house just now. Someone really annoying. (she was a real B, that's what she was.) She went on and on about how I keep calling her boyfriend and how it's annoying him already. (-_-") &gt;: ( &lt;br /&gt;Get. Real. I don't don't even know his frickin number, how do you expect me to call him all the time. F-off you fugly B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too pissed for words right now. Shakoy. Yaoming. Pistot. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope he dumps her. I hope she cries because she got dumped. I hope she cries because she got dumped by a loser jerk liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114933126335800722?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114933126335800722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114933126335800722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114933126335800722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114933126335800722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/normal-people-sarcasm.html' title='normal people (-_-&quot;) -sarcasm-'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114925095581899548</id><published>2006-06-02T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T20:22:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical quiz (my ipod playlist version)</title><content type='html'>Snagged this one from Ate/Ma'am Maggie&lt;br /&gt;1.Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 people to play this game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;100 years, five for fighting&lt;br /&gt;-*le gasp!* I feel old? and I feel like time is slipping away?! lol ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude, Nichole Nordeman&lt;br /&gt;-That's sad... :( another song!&lt;br /&gt;Tequilla, Twista&lt;br /&gt;-haha, I'm a drunkard... lol 0.0 next song!&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, Ja Rule ft. R. Kelly &amp; Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;-better! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend, Nsync&lt;br /&gt;-two words: next. song. hahah&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you feel, Joy Enriquez&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;smash, goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;-better... i guess... 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Doing what I can, Raphael Saadiq&lt;br /&gt;-woah! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Come together, Beatles&lt;br /&gt;-woah, ASTIG!! Rocker badass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Can't nobody hold me, P. Diddy ft. Mase&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid, Jill Scott&lt;br /&gt;-no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Dove, Moony&lt;br /&gt;-no words. next song. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you, Micheal Johnson&lt;br /&gt;-no.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be next to you, Leigh Nash&lt;br /&gt;-hahahaha!!! maybe part of it applies! ^^, [don't even ask why/who/how/where lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Car Wash&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera ft. Missy Eliott&lt;br /&gt;-hahha, I'm going to get ahead in life with a carwash? cool! ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Holiness, Mercy Me&lt;br /&gt;-and with God. ^^, kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Close (power of your smile), Paolo Santos&lt;br /&gt;-yay! My friends are cool AND have fresh breath!! hahaha "nothing can come between us", guys! ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Agrophobia, Incubus&lt;br /&gt;-er, how weird 0.o&lt;br /&gt;Promises, India Arie&lt;br /&gt;-I lied! or, I will lie! or, I won't keep a promise! huh?! 0.o lol ay wait... dili diay... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Soul Food, Cyrus Chestnut&lt;br /&gt;-the FOOD part is right... lol... no words here guys, this is a jazz song. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;Fast Car, MYMP&lt;br /&gt;-I guess... we'll be driving to a mall in a fast car.... ha-ha, corny... lol ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Harana, Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;-I'm a romantic! *swoon* *sigh* hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Power of Two, Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;-Aww! cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel, 12 stones&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin' all over the world, Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;-yeah, It'll be emo then when they lower my casket, people will be bobbing their heads. lol. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Like Ya Use to, Heather Headley&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Here I am to Worship, Philips, Craig and Debora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Thug Love (remix), 50 cent&lt;br /&gt;-cool.&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of your girlfriend, Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;-ha! Hope not... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen, Musiq Soul Child&lt;br /&gt;-dunno, okay last! last! next song&lt;br /&gt;Real People, Common&lt;br /&gt;- -_-" fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Talk About our Love, Brandy&lt;br /&gt;-*le gasp* gossip folk...&lt;br /&gt;Long Walk, Jill Scott&lt;br /&gt;-well... ^^,&lt;br /&gt;(Last, promise! ^^,) Stand by Me, Fugees&lt;br /&gt;-cool, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing, Black Eyed Pease&lt;br /&gt;-haha, salsa-riffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;You Should be Here, Raphael Saadiq&lt;br /&gt;People Need the Lord, Gary Valenciano&lt;br /&gt;Drive, Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, Jay Z&lt;br /&gt;The Power of your love, Rebecca St. James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Cool With You, Nina&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Pie, Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want to be, Gavin DeGraw&lt;br /&gt;-well... no comment... hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually, I think you should list just one song... hahha but I put down more than one... haha BUT It isn't cheating because I listed ALL the songs that played. HA!&lt;br /&gt;Go on friends, answer this one. It doesn't make sense, but it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;oh.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114925095581899548?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114925095581899548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114925095581899548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114925095581899548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114925095581899548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/06/musical-quiz-my-ipod-playlist-version.html' title='Musical quiz (my ipod playlist version)'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114786822489993333</id><published>2006-05-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:20:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icons!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay, so more like, IcoN. teehee... ^^, I am soo wickedly proud of myself! I was able to make a really neat Icon with photoshop so now I'm shouting it out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey world! Wanna see the icon I made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/evans1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/evans1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/meicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/meicon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/geli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/geli.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/worship.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/worship.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/chochang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/chochang.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/bibi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/bibi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114786822489993333?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114786822489993333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114786822489993333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114786822489993333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114786822489993333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/icons.html' title='Icons!!!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114778537209399368</id><published>2006-05-16T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:19:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel really lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my gosh... I feel so lucky that I have my parents right now and I hope you should too.&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying that my mom was a bad person, along with my father whenever they deny me something of scold me for something but now I realize that it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that's all they do. Nothing more. They don't hit me, they don't beat me, they don't avoid me or mistreat me at all. And I also realize that they scold me for a good reason, that what I did was wrong, that what I want isn't going to forever hold my interest and be useful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met two very special people this month. Veronica and Micheal. They're from Bangkok. They're really funny and really great to talk to. I look forward to every moment we get to chat with each other on msn. Veronica's really funny, friendly, active and outgoing. Micheal is just the perfect guy - he cooks (YES, Amazing right? it's just beyond. and you know what? he actually likes to cook!), he writes, he's on his school's football and baseball team and he's an absolutely sweet and wonderful brother to Vikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so sad for them, because they're story is something I hear of whenever I watch Oprah. It's kind of like what you connect with to Oprah and you think that that never happens to people you know. But wake up! Everyday, every minute, every second - someone, somewhere around the world gets hurt, gets beaten, is lied to, is betrayed, is abandoned by someone they hold close to their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard from Vikki that Micheal just got hit on the back twice with a steel baseball bat and everyday, when I think of them, I feel really bad. Whenever we chat and we get to the topic of their dad, I instantly feel lucky that my parents don't do those things to me or my brother and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think for a second, of how lucky you really are to have parents who love you as much as they do. Be thankful that you know that you're safe with them and also think of all the other children out there in the world who have it worse than you. Think for a minute whenever you get mad at your parents, of how lucky you really are and that this is nothing compared to the hundreds of children who get beaten and hurt everyday by their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky. Be thankful. When's the last time you've said 'I love you' to your mom and dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114778537209399368?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114778537209399368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114778537209399368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114778537209399368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114778537209399368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-really-lucky.html' title='I feel really lucky'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114689663835325691</id><published>2006-05-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:23:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation [pt. 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/Img_0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 227px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/Img_0926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, I plopped down into my comfy airline seat but this time, I was going home. The time had flown by so fast. I guess time really does fly when your having so much fun. So, there I was, tired and excited to go home and yet, some part of me wished we could stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hours before, I silently cried in the very end of the car on our way to the airport. I was going to miss my brother and sister so much, seeing as they never come home, except for the holidays (Christmas). I was so sad. I wasn't going to see them in a long time and I've never really spent time with them much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on the plane, I turned away and faced the window where I couldn't be seen crying. Just the day before that, I was at Tokyo Tokyo with my family, eating the last lunch we would be ever having together in a long time. Me and my sister negotiated on something: She wanted my sony ericsson celphone (a.k.a. Crystal) and in exchange, she would give me her ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really reluctant about giving it to her, you see, I loved Crystal. She was my baby. I mean, she was the only phone that I never ever dropped, scratched, lost or broke. I took real extra care of her but for the past week, I was praying to God that he would give me an ipod and there it was, my chance to get one but for a price. My Crystal. I don't know what got into me that day, because I accepted my sister's offer right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew I was handing over Crystal to her, secretly thinking of what she would look like after a year with my sister (the 411: my sister isn't really that careful about her stuff... and tends to destroy it or damage it in some way or another... lol! but don't tell her! secret ra na nato!). She handed me her ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we (mom, dad, sister, brother, me) went around Glorietta to do some shopping. It was really fun being able to spend time with both my brother and sister, having them all to myself for the whole afternoon. They "beat me up" when my parents were looking at barongs and ties. [when I say "beat up" I mean they tortured me like hell by taking turns burping in my ears or worse, the both of them burping in my ear together, My sister, trying to bite me (seriously) while my brother held my arms behind my back so I couldn't escape.] I am definately sure that I screamed and laughed out so loudly inside the mall that people who would pass by would look at me strangely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm home with a downgraded celphone [still colored but it's an old model... eh, you can't complain] and a super cool ipod that holds 20GB worth of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my lazy brother and my completely gross sister. Call me nuts but, life is lonely without them torturing me and making fun of me and making me laugh and hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114689663835325691?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114689663835325691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114689663835325691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114689663835325691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114689663835325691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-vacation-pt-2.html' title='Summer Vacation [pt. 2]'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114638887555164538</id><published>2006-04-30T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:21:15.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>I plopped down in my seat that morning feeling all giddy and excited. I was on my way to manila on a big plane.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait. With my mp3 player in hand, I excitedly waited for take-off as I carefully timed the take-off with the music playing for effect. That's what I always did every year whenever I went to Manila for the summer, ever since I got a cd player (and eventually moved on to mp3 players lol). I chose "Rush" by aly and aj as my "effects song". I chose it because It started out really slow and mellow and mysterious like and then when it neared the chorus the tempo would pick up until and electirc guitar blared with immense coolness, which signaled the very cool beginning of the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it sure that that electric guitar would start when the plane was off the ground and beginning to rise.&lt;br /&gt;I repeated and repeated until I got it right and I was happy when it did. It was great!! You know, like a little movie playing in my mind that only my eyes could see. haha... it was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we (my mom, dad and I) arrived in my Tita Nanette's HUGE house, the first thing we did was settle in and head straight for the nearby mall (Glorietta) that was just a short walk away. My first day was great!! as in grabe!! I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Christian Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Up-dharma-Down IN PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! performing!! in Glorietta!! Their performances were super astig!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole week in shopping malls (Glorietta, St. Francis square, SM Megamall and Market! Market!).&lt;br /&gt;I bought a lot of clothes at St.Francis Square (super deals there! astig!), Went Ice Skating in SM Megamall and hurt my feet from all the walking around we did in Market! Market!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this really far-out museum that featured money throughout the ages. I know, it sounds way boring but acutally, it's really astig and amazing!!! As in!! they even have like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;100, 000 peso bills&lt;/span&gt; there! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two of them&lt;/span&gt;!! [Amazing!!] They also have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;100, 000 dollar bill&lt;/span&gt;!! [Amazing!] I also have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ten peso commemorative coin&lt;/span&gt; of the edsa revolt which by the way is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worth 200 pesos&lt;/span&gt; if you trade it in sa pawnshop -HONEST!- no fooling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the money museum, we headed to an art gallery where paintings and sketches that were done by people like Rizal, Paterno and others were kept. [Astig!]  The art gallery had a really chic restaurant that served &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;sampaguita ice cream&lt;/span&gt;. I never even knew that existed! [Amazing and Astig!] It tasted sweet and milky at first but then when you swallowed it, it left a really nasty after-taste in your tounge and throat. It tasted like perfume and the actual sampaguita flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Manila, I met a new friend. Her name was blessing (yep, actual name!). She was really cool. She talked a lot too. She was a really outgoing person and she knew how to play billiards [Astig!]&lt;br /&gt;Then, for our last night, we went to eat at my other tita's house. We ate, the kids played some really mean pool (billiards), I took some cool pictures and we said goodbye. Hahay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114638887555164538?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114638887555164538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114638887555164538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114638887555164538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114638887555164538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114520248573039233</id><published>2006-04-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:48:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing out my candle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stood up as the lights in the church slowly died out one by one. The next thing I knew, it was pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be seen except for a small burning candle at the main entrance. It was held up high by the priest, singing and chanting prayers. As the priest marched forward, the fire from that little flame grew. It spread among the church goers' candles and soon was able to reach the wick of my simply decorated candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time it reached me, the priest had already arrived in the front. I looked back on everyone behind me and found the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The old church was illuminated in the glow of the individualy lighted candles burning as one. The candles gave off a soft, warm glow and displayed a beautiful sight. My eyes widened with admiration as I looked on at my surroundings. Then, I looked at my own candle. It's fire giving off it's own unique glow. Mom had just made cute little catchers for the candle with a little ribbon tied to it. Mine was a light pink that matched my outfit. I smiled and admired it's simplicity and beauty. I wanted so much to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later, the darkness had to end... and it did. I was a bit disappointed that I had to blow out the flame. It was too pretty to extinguish, too soothing to stop. But I had to do what had to be done, and slowly blew it until it was no more. My mom must have known that I didn't want to put the flame out because she reassured me that I would be lighting it up again. I smiled to her and went on with the mass. Eventually, I did get to light it again and still then, I admired it's glow and the way it danced in the slight breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it made me think... The flame that came from that one candle the priest held high, eventually lit up all the candles in the church and gave us light in the darkness, Just like us and how we affect the souls we touch each and everyday of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114520248573039233?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114520248573039233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114520248573039233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114520248573039233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114520248573039233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/blowing-out-my-candle.html' title='Blowing out my candle'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114493481047560966</id><published>2006-04-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:26:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan/Katie onscreen kiss</title><content type='html'>I am totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;crushed&lt;/span&gt;! Just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;big exclamation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; point!&lt;br /&gt;ghhhhaaaaaaaa!!! The number of people I would kill to be in Katie's shoes. Crap...&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Katie Leung, who plays Cho Chang in the popular movie Harry Potter, has just finished filming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It bites... Dan even said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It'll be odd because one of my parents will be on set. It will be embarrassing but hopefully I'll work past that and be utterly professional but I'll probably keep screwing it up so that I can keep doing it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang... (-_-") First it was that whole rumor about him seeing his hair-dresser's (sp?) assistant -who is like, 20-ish!!-&lt;br /&gt;now I have to go nuts about this ordeal!! pssshhh... Life can be so unfair sometimes. I hate it so much. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so obvious that I'm obssessed with Daniel Radcliffe? If you say no, I will personally come to your house to bonk you on the head. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting my obsession aside, I'm thinking about giving out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"blogger of the week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; award&lt;/span&gt; to all of those people I know have a cool blog design or can write fantastically or just have an entry that's really worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll feature them on my blog and also, be giving you a really cool banner to show off your talent.&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? well, because I have no life! lol... I'll be starting soon, so, watch out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out,&lt;br /&gt;Angeli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114493481047560966?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114493481047560966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114493481047560966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114493481047560966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114493481047560966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/dankatie-onscreen-kiss.html' title='Dan/Katie onscreen kiss'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114473188790722249</id><published>2006-04-11T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:04:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Fiction</title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now!&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all this looking, I have finally found my long lost floppy disk that contained my long lost master copy of my fan fic. I am so happy, I've been searching for this for a while now and gave up looking for it last year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114473188790722249?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114473188790722249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114473188790722249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114473188790722249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114473188790722249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/fan-fiction.html' title='Fan Fiction'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114450420739250416</id><published>2006-04-08T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:28:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Harry%20Potter/a100fangirls.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Harry%20Potter/a100fangirls.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught myself all alone in the room, screaming at the top of my lungs like a deranged fan girl at their favorite celebritie's presence/show. I was so excited. I did the whole fan girl thing - jumping up and down, waving my hands up and down in front of my face, letting out a high-pitched, girly girl scream and sporting a wide, idiotic grin with matching tarsier-sized  eyes and over-all excited look. I was absolutely crazy. Crazier than the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why was I acting like a total lunatic you ask? Simple. Because I was watching videos and pictures of Daniel Radcliffe flash by on the computer screen. Funny right?... I'm totally crazy. I've suddenly realized my new-found obsession for the young actor. If only you you've been there to see my stupid fan-girl act. You would be laughing with your hand gripping your stomach on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I acted stupidly but you can't help but let loose your stupidity when your alone in a room, knowing that nobody's watching you. It was like I was actually meeting him -- That's how I acted. Every image, every word he said, every move he made, every word I read from his biography drove me absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUTS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- And I don't mean the edible kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay, what can you do? hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please post a comment SA COMMENT BOX!! NOT SA CHAT BOX... hehe thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114450420739250416?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114450420739250416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114450420739250416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114450420739250416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114450420739250416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/celebrity-crazy.html' title='Celebrity Crazy'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Harry%20Potter/th_a100fangirls.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114433241030267028</id><published>2006-04-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:04:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unopened messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare to open these?&lt;br /&gt;These 2 messages which come from someone I love, and dread&lt;br /&gt;Someone I've expected to shut me out of their life forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone has taken all words from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for all words to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweating,&lt;br /&gt;heart racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare to open these?&lt;br /&gt;These words that are wrapped in simple envelopes&lt;br /&gt;These words that I fear&lt;br /&gt;These words that were sent from someone I love, yet dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the letters I fear&lt;br /&gt;but the words in them&lt;br /&gt;The words that might haunt my life, and break my heart&lt;br /&gt;or lighten the load the my heart bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it begin&lt;br /&gt;with a sigh and farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please post a comment. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114433241030267028?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114433241030267028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114433241030267028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114433241030267028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114433241030267028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/unopened-messages.html' title='Unopened messages'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114432905369934762</id><published>2006-04-06T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:10:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a day out</title><content type='html'>"nooooooooooooooooooo!!!" was my initial reaction this morning when I was absorbed in my internet activities.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great. A power outage but at least this was the kick in the butt that I needed to prepare for where I was going that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it was sooo unfair. I was cut off from the cyber world for 2 days in a row! super crap... but at least I wasn't going to suffer the whole day. Farina invited me to the mall to celebrate her birthday with a couple of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Some couldn't make it though. They canceled at the last minute but it was okay, it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one to arrive though. So, I decided to kill time at National Bookstore. I found so many books I wanted to buy!! but unfortunately, the supply of money in my wallet was next to abysmal. I didn't know I was going to wait an hour and 30 minutes for them to actually arrive. I was about to go home when Farina arrived. I was glad that she finally arrived. (it's okay far!! honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for a bit before deciding what to do. We decided to head over to Fuji film to have our picture taken but they only allowed 5 people in their studio. So, we headed over to Greenwich for pizza before we went to Picture City to have our picture taken there. After we walked around for a while, the others had to leave. The only people left were Farina, Me, Eira and Kareena. Farina treated us to popcorn and we headed over to the cinema to watch "The Shaggy Dog" After a while, we picked up the pictures from Picture City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/Farina%27s%20bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/Farina%27s%20bday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/1600/Farina%27s%20bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6605/2305/320/Farina%27s%20bday2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114432905369934762?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114432905369934762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114432905369934762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114432905369934762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114432905369934762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-day-out.html' title='Finally, a day out'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114423449204214868</id><published>2006-04-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:55:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology needs common sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; was my immediate reaction when I saw that message on the screen: "could not connect to web page. Please check connection status" I could not believe all the bad luck. My whole entire world was cut off due to "technical difficulties" with the router. Don't know what I'm talking about? Plain and simple: My DSL stopped working the other day -_-".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pathetic. lol. It just goes to show that I've completely immersed myself in the cyber world and detached myself from the real one. Lately, I've been addicted to Xanga and a local Harry Potter RPG and completely believed myself as a young witch named Angel Firestone but that was only online. Everyday I would find myself constantly on Xanga to check if new updates were in. I was stuck in a world of make believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole day was depressive, uneventful, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to mention boring&lt;/span&gt; without my dear DSL. It was, sadly, the only thing to do around this small house of mine. Aside from draining my brain in front of the TV like a mindless zombie, the internet was all I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice, I had to watch TV or die of extreme boredom. Sad... sad, sad, life. lol... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was able to pick up my dusty guitar though and manage to even make 2 new songs. I started last night when I had to retreat to my room for something to do. I continued to compose and add lyrics to my two new songs in my room. I finished one song, called  "Diving deeper in" and loved it (for once in my life! that is what I call A MIRACLE!) and still trying to finish the 2nd one, called "Sorry" (kind of pathetic and emo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the computer and hopefully looked at the router to check if the connection was back. It wasn't (-_-"). Then, I almost tripped on a wire. I looked down and saw the plug that was connected to the router!!!&lt;br /&gt;I started screaming at myself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid! stupid! stupid!!! All day I could have been online!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The only thing that was standing between me and the internet was a stupid plug!!!!! I was irritated but then I went online to immediately make up for time lost and until now I still am. ^^, *sigh* I am such a techie geek. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is God's way of saying "GET A LIFE! A REAL ONE!" lol.... (-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please post a comment sa comment box! NOT the chat box... thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comments make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no advertising... (okay - - - - - ?) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114423449204214868?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114423449204214868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114423449204214868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114423449204214868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114423449204214868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/technology-needs-common-sense.html' title='Technology needs common sense'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114411917978090769</id><published>2006-04-04T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:52:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't know what was in store.&lt;br /&gt;When I walked right through the door.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw you over there, our blue eyes locked in a stare.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know quite what to say, sometimes words get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the night you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go for a ride" I didn't want the night to end.&lt;br /&gt;Would we be more than friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yet little did I know before,&lt;br /&gt;we would be someting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I n black and white I read the screen, all your lines and in-between.&lt;br /&gt;Then your message on the phone, I save to hear when I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;And Now I  know just what to say, this doesn't happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the night you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Lets go for a ride" I didn't want the night to end.&lt;br /&gt;Would we be mroe than friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yet little did I know before, we would be someting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something more, something more, (na na na na, na na na yeah)&lt;br /&gt;we would be someting more, something more, something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we're both young, but we know how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;We know what is false, and we know what is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the night you said "let's go for a ride"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want the night to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And i remember the night you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go for a ride" I didn't want the night to end.&lt;br /&gt;Would we be more than friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yet little did I know before, we would be something more.&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the night you said,&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go for a ride" I didn't want the night to end.&lt;br /&gt;Would we be more than friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yet little did I know before, we would be something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something more, something more. (na na na na, na na na na yeah)2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114411917978090769?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114411917978090769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114411917978090769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114411917978090769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114411917978090769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-more_04.html' title='Something more'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114406676166757784</id><published>2006-04-03T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:02:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sad truth about guys and girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; drink to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; are in love, they become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;poorer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; are in love they become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;prettier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;cannot forgive&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;frogive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys &lt;/span&gt;care most about the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quantity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; care most about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt; break up when they feel&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; break up when they feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; from their man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt; wish to be her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; wish to be his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;last&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/22634848-114406676166757784?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114406676166757784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114406676166757784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114406676166757784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114406676166757784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-truth-about-guys-and-girls.html' title='The sad truth about guys and girls'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114402959120340812</id><published>2006-04-03T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:03:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce...</title><content type='html'>mood: nostalgic :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been uploading photos yesterday and stumbled on some pictures that I took throughout the year. I'll miss my freshman years so much. Especially since I was able to meet new people and make new friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;So just like I promised, here are the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASKARA:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;here are some photos I've taken during the maskara after-show party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhon, Mark, Comique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 of my favorite people ^^,:&lt;br /&gt;Bea RDC &amp; Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Survivors of the night (las to go home)&lt;br /&gt;Top: Lindsey, Elmer, Bea RDC., Grace, Carmen, Jhon&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Hannah, Angie, Avee, Angela, Comique, Apol, Elaine, Ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poor sucker -- I mean nico! poor nico ^^, caught sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Top: Comique, (partly) Emman, Hannah, Angie&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0548.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parents &amp; teacher ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/IMG_0552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 of the most photographed people in the world... (-_-") with ate Maite&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, Comique &amp; Ate Maite ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For more pictures of the party (and trust me DAGHAN pa kaayo na), click &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/angelivillaraza/album?.dir=226d&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;amp;.done=http%3a//pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/angelivillaraza/my_photos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures soon ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114402959120340812?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114402959120340812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114402959120340812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114402959120340812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114402959120340812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/reminisce.html' title='reminisce...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/Maskara%20Afterparty/th_IMG_0516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114398694919399865</id><published>2006-04-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:35:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked in a cabinet</title><content type='html'>mood: tired? sore? awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopi!!! I finally kicked myself in the butt and forced me to clean out my cabinet which was just overflowing with clothes. I placed my old clothes in a box and was able to neatly stack the ones I'm using in my cabinet. By the time  I finished dumping everything on my sister's unoccupied bed,  I had a mountain of unfolded clothes. I took a picture of the thing but sadly, I accidentally erased it ^^,. The thing could have been declared one of the seven wonders of the world!! I mean, it took me the whole day to sort, fold, hang and stuff everything away&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What was worse was that there a whole bunch of ants crawling about at the back of my cabinet. So, I had to exterminate the little buggers away, which took me a longer time to put back the clothes (unless I wanted to end up smelling like baygon. -_-"). Although, I did procrastinate along the way ^^, but no biggie, at least I conquered the mountain! Anyway, I just realized that it was April Fool's day yesterday. lol... thanks Mariel for the reminder. Cleaning closets was never this tiring, but luckily, I was still able to tinker with my blog (as usual) and surf the net &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yahoo!! I can finally upload photos!! I'll be posting up some here tomorrow but for now, sleep is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Note to self: Must conquer the messy bedroom after touching up cabinet. ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please place real comments -- I mean there sa pruple underlined thing that says "(0)comments"click it then click post a comment.... or you die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the chat box is for chatting... comments -- see the note above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114398694919399865?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114398694919399865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114398694919399865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114398694919399865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114398694919399865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/locked-in-cabinet.html' title='Locked in a cabinet'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114390326046127027</id><published>2006-04-01T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:54:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeples in Summer</title><content type='html'>mood: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt hurts after sitting in front of the computer all day. Nonstop web surfing can do that to you. Funny, I was supposed to clean my room today but my addiction to the internet got the best of me. I've done nothing but sleep and wake up late, go online and eat ever since the school officially declared the school year over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't tear myself away from the computer screen. Editing and tinkering with html/ccs codes for my friendster and my blog can be surprisingly addictive. Despite the fact that I have yet to learn about all this html mumbo jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even stop to check on poor crystal -- I mean, my mobile-- anymore.  I know there are tons of messages from people who've signed up to globe's unlimitxt that I haven't replied to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt; yet. Well, at least the people who are reading this now know whats been keeping me busy lately ^^, . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfy in my blue pjs and my eyes feel like sacks. My mom snatched the TV right under my nose and switched it to [cheezy channel 14's] the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinoy Big Brother &lt;/span&gt;Finale. Well, at least it'll finally be over. All I have to worry about now is the other cheezy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;novelas&lt;/span&gt; that keep popping up on the channel. Church is tomorrow, so I'm out. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114390326046127027?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114390326046127027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114390326046127027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114390326046127027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114390326046127027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleeples-in-summer.html' title='Sleeples in Summer'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114381134837902547</id><published>2006-03-31T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:24:29.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest and the greatest</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to fill you in on what I've been up to lately. All those events I've missed or was too lazy to write about are right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've watched Liceo's version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;. Kudos to the cast for a wonderful performance!! The sets and backgrounds looked lovely and the mansion was just ..."wow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been addicted to the-n lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been spending whole days on the computer --&gt; trust me, no surprise there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've signed up to Hi5!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met someone new&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to the mall with Cheska S., Rafa S, Kina, Sassja, Mai2x, Dominic and Gigo. (I think I updated on that.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thinking about changing my skin --&gt; aww... bye bye butterfly... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114381134837902547?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114381134837902547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114381134837902547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114381134837902547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114381134837902547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/latest-and-greatest.html' title='latest and the greatest'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114364453210344741</id><published>2006-03-29T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:29:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blond Bimbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. I just started laughing when I heard those two words on tv just now. It was hilarious. The show talked about how barbie doll were brainwashing little kid's minds so that they would grow up to be "Blond Bimbos" pffft.... hahahahahahh.... --&gt; well, techincally that wasn't what the show actually said but I just summed up the whole thing. lol...blond bimbos... oh geez.... Just when you thought TV couldn't get any more twisted, they surprise you with shows like this. Although it was a show about parenting... 0.o am I just psycho? yeah... 0.o lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the coffe buzz I get whenever I finish up a box (or two 0.o) of 'cafe chocolat'. That's how my afternoon went. I was finally able to get out of the house with my buds Rafa, Cheska S., Kina, Mai2x, Sassja and their 2 other batchmates Dominic and Gigo. It was fun!! We had really yummy chocolate ice cream from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fior Gelato&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then after that we headed on to the arcade to drive (virtual cars of course) and dance. And trust me, you did not want to see me dance on the machine. I was absolutely HORRIBLE. My foot-eye coordination didn't function as well... hahah... corny. I mean, I can dance, yeah, but it's a lot easier if you can repeat the dance steps over and over again and practice them instead of looking at little arrows on the screen and making your feet go where you want. CLEARLY i need practice. Actually that was the first time I did one of those things so, it's perfectly understandable.... right?! 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the whole arcade thing, we went over to watch "Final Destination". To tell you the truth, I turn into a bright yellow chicken whenever I watch one of those horror movie genres. I can't stand it. I have nightmares. But the movie was GREAT!!! Though all the blood spattering everywhere was disturbing. Kina and Cheska huddled together and Mai2x and Sassja hid their heads and grabbed each other's arms whenever someone got brutally murdered by their own destiny. Oh, and the guys? Rafa, Dominic and Gigo? Rafa and Dominic texted during the movie to keep their minds off all the blood and gore. Gigo was on the edge of his seat covering his face with one hand. lol..&lt;br /&gt;The movie was horibbly twisted though highly unlikely to happen in real life. The plot was cool though, for a movie. The way everyone was slowly killed off during the movie was really elaborately planned out by the writers (Especially the scene when the two goth kids were going to die). Some scenes were just plain wrong --like that scene with the 2 Ashleys where they get horribly burned by a tanning acciddent. I was the only person who laughed at this scene (I know, I'm totally demented).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day we wanted to take a group picture but the guys didn't join. They were "too manly" to be taking pictures at FujiFilm. lol I hope we can go to Cheska's (Sarraga) house tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks to Cheska S. for the Ice Cream and muvee tickets!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks to Mai2x for FUJIFILM!!! Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE HARRY POTTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mortimer Hillard is the man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114364453210344741?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114364453210344741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114364453210344741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114364453210344741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114364453210344741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/afternoon-buzz.html' title='Afternoon buzz'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114358935522507310</id><published>2006-03-29T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T07:42:39.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DAd!!!</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 5 in the morning wasn't a normal thing for me to do anymore, especially since summer's here. My internal clock just doesn't work that way! go figure. I was up half the night talking on the phone with a friend of mine, we were talking about stuff and I was laughing my head off because of something my other friend did/said. Now, I'm extremely tired and can't fall back to sleep. That's just the way I am I guess. No matter how hard I try, I can never go back to sleep once I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this afternoon though, me and some of my batchmates are headed to LKK to be lazy and do nothing there. hahahah... 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I woke up yesterday, I didn't excpect that something would actually happen later that day. damn it, It was the worst, most embarassing thing to ever happen. But I'm playing it cool (-_-") yeah right. More like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying&lt;/span&gt; to play it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I adore Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm crushing on Germain Coulon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My entries for my Xanga (gelai_v), Live Journal (geli13), Hi5(Angeli) and Blogspot(accousticchick) blogs are all the same.  --&gt; It's tiring to have to write different things in different blogs. I'm just too lazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post a comment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114358935522507310?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114358935522507310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114358935522507310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114358935522507310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114358935522507310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday DAd!!!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114319208455461759</id><published>2006-03-24T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:21:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;In a foggy mist, I could see nothing&lt;br /&gt;He stood there right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;and in my heart I knew he was smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mist grew colder and the fog grew thicker&lt;br /&gt;the words were just flowing right out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;he held my hand and never let it go&lt;br /&gt;I asked him "who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everything seemed to disappear&lt;br /&gt;into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes to the blaring sun&lt;br /&gt;everything was just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was just. gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114319208455461759?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114319208455461759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114319208455461759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114319208455461759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114319208455461759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/gone.html' title='Gone?'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114317262507334321</id><published>2006-03-24T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:57:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy day afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;grandma's&lt;/span&gt; having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;guests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; over at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that I 'm a bad person or anything, it's just that I'm just too lazy to get up and get dressed. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out this afternoon too, well, at least I'll be dressed for her guests by the time I get hOMe. I'm going over to JMT to inquire about guitar lessons. Aikaye suggested &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YAMAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;over at sm (thanks aik) but I don't know. I think it's kinda expensive. lol... I'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait though. I'm going to manila for my sister's graduation!! I'm so excited to be able to see her and my brother again. And I can't wait to show my brother how well I've progressed in playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114317262507334321?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114317262507334321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114317262507334321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114317262507334321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114317262507334321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy-day-afternoons.html' title='Lazy day afternoons'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114310439252436105</id><published>2006-03-23T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:46:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute boredom</title><content type='html'>I am immensley bored. I have been eating all day and sleeping all afternoon while playing ciao bella over and over again. There nothing to do! Summer is fun but I can't survive without being able to do something or go somewhere. So far, I've been eating nothing but chips, toblerone and cake. I don't even know what day it is today. I've lost all track of time and done nothing but be a slob. lol... My celphones been left to die. It's just been sitting there on my desk, being drained of all life. My poor crystal. I just don't feel like texting. I just want to do something you know? get up and go but what do you do in a neighborhood without a single fun thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know how to put a comment?&lt;br /&gt;- first choose an entry which you'd like to put a comment in&lt;br /&gt;- next, click "post a comment"&lt;br /&gt;- then, you'll be redirected to the main page&lt;br /&gt;- but after that, go back to entries&lt;br /&gt;- then, you'll see the entry you chose to put a comment&lt;br /&gt;- then click "add a comment" then voila!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114310439252436105?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114310439252436105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114310439252436105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114310439252436105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114310439252436105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/absolute-boredom.html' title='Absolute boredom'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114301933310936339</id><published>2006-03-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:22:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pig-out</title><content type='html'>I am so bored today... I've been at the computer since 8am. I was supposed to be going out with my batchmates to go celebrate the summer at the beach but my parents wouldn't allow me. Its so crappy. Anyway, I've been busying myself with this new game I found online. It's called hook-up and you can find it on the-n.com. It's really fun. I also found this other game called ciao bella. That's a fun game too. Aside from being addicted to computer games, I've been pigging-out the whole day and yesterday. I've eaten so much that I think I might even be able to gain 100 pounds in one week. lol... I have to go... :) I have to go eat something... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114301933310936339?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114301933310936339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114301933310936339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114301933310936339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114301933310936339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/pig-out.html' title='pig-out'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114286109496774967</id><published>2006-03-20T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:28:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless on sunday</title><content type='html'>This entry is (sort of? kinda?) dedicated to the two people whom I know write "smashing" blog entries. *suddenly kneels on the floor while saying "I'm not worthy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from my notebook. written at 10:13pm last night:&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on my bed last night, with thoughts swirling through my head. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do they do it?&lt;/span&gt; I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do they write like that? How do they string those words together like some beautifully woven piece of cloth? Where do they get all that?&lt;/span&gt; I was lying flat on my back, my legs were bent so that I could support the pillow that I used to write on. Everything was silent. All I could hear was the electricfan that was smoothly blowing air in my direction, faint sounds of music from the house right beside mine and crickets chirpping the night away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lost it... &lt;/span&gt;Not a single creative brain cell was left in my head! It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; true, I mean, reading the last few posts on my blog made me realize that they were plain. The flashlight that was resting on my chest was slowly going up and down with every breath I took. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; start reading and working on my fan fic again. &lt;/span&gt;My eyes felt heavy and my mind went blank. I switched off my flashlight, closed my notebook and snapped the cap back on the pen before starting off for dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember: crush nako si Price Rueben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still working my way up to Marlo and Aikaye's level of blog excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love HARRY POTTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114286109496774967?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114286109496774967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114286109496774967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114286109496774967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114286109496774967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepless-on-sunday.html' title='Sleepless on sunday'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114285262204112416</id><published>2006-03-20T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:05:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a way to end the school year</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5 in the morning today, thinking that this will actually be the last day I get up and go to school as a freshman. So, I lazily got up and did my daily routine. I was at school at quarter to 8 and had almost forgotten what had happened between me and my friend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost&lt;/span&gt; was the word alright. One look at the girl and my heart sank to the very bottom of my stomach. I didn't know what to do and almost froze on the spot, so I went over to talk to Christine for a few minutes instead of stopping by their table. I couldn't bare to look their way, I was too scared to even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    I went up over to the roof deck where the sophomores would be presenting to see if I could see anyone I could talk to. I wandered around the school a little, trying to find an excuse to go anywhere else but the lobby but soon we had to start the play and I had to be the emcee for the morning presentations. It was fun getting to watch the plays. I was so surprised to see the people I least expected to be acting and to tell you the truth, they were good! I ended the morning with presenting with my own group and luckily, a few members from other groups joined in as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was alone during lunch. Sadly, I had no one to accompany me. So I went down to the canteen and moped around for a few minutes. I didn't realize that the tension was building up inside of me until I saw Sassja. I sat on the table beside Camille that afternoon, explaining to her what had happened. Then, I saw Sassja from far away, practicing with her class for their shot at 1896. I didn't know why, but tears started welling up in my eyes for no apparent reason. So I sat there, motionless and dumbstruck. God, I was so emo --&gt; lol. Then Sassja started coming over and I just... lost it. The tears started pouring out and I took her aside to the empty corridor in the old building. I spilled everything to her: what happened, how I felt and how mad I was. I was standing right in front of her with tears all over my face, my eyes red and puffy, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sipon&lt;/span&gt; getting worse. We talked for a while and she told me what she thought. She told me to talk things over with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't easy for me to do it. I can't do it either because I'm too chicken to try or I'm just bound to remain silent forever. Maybe that way things won't get any worse. Sassja comforted me and never left my side during the whole lunch period. Thanks SASSJA!!! LUV U!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, that afternoon, we had our music exam and I'm finally through with it and even if I had a nasal-ee voice, I got 98%. Very cool. The afternoon flew by and it was finally time to say goodbye. I walked around a few times and then I finally stood by in the canteen. I plopped down to the wooden table by the old THE room with Jonnie, Cheska I. and Sassja and started playing the guitar after a while and soon was jamming away to the KB's compositions. For once, my miserable mood was forgotten and I felt happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Then, it was time to head back home and begin my summer. So, I said my final goodbyes to the people I wouldn't be seeing until the next school year. I walked away from the school, looking back at all the people that were still around. Kid's were running around, Parents were coming and going, friends were having their last chat before they separated for the summer. I walked away thinking of nothing more than the freedom I finally had but I just couldn't believe that It all went by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As I got in the car, I sank down into the back seat and listened to the built-in radio on my mobile. The next thing I knew, I was lying down and saw blue skies from out the car window. I thought to my self while staring out into space. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe it's over. It all happened too fast. I've been through so much in such a small amount of time in this place and I can't believe I survived. &lt;/span&gt;I looked out the window once more, I was nearly home. I could see the perfect blue sky and the buildings and trees that were basking in the golden glow of that setting sun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went in to this school with regretts and now, I can't believe I'm leaving it... with regretts. Somehow, there's still someone out there whom I haven't been able to talk to yet. There's still so much I could've done and didn't do. There's still so much I could've said, so much the world hasn't known and there's also so much I regrett ever saying. Now, It's all over and I can't get the time back...&lt;br /&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/22634848-114285262204112416?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114285262204112416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114285262204112416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114285262204112416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114285262204112416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-way-to-end-school-year.html' title='What a way to end the school year'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114286111573459296</id><published>2006-03-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:25:15.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless on sunday</title><content type='html'>This entry is (sort of? kinda?) dedicated to the two people whom I know write "smashing" blog entries. *suddenly kneels on the floor while saying "I'm not worthy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from my notebook. written at 10:13pm last night:&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on my bed last night, with thoughts swirling through my head. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do they do it?&lt;/span&gt; I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do they write like that? How do they string those words together like some beautifully woven piece of cloth? Where do they get all that?&lt;/span&gt; I was lying flat on my back, my legs were bent so that I could support the pillow that I used to write on. Everything was silent. All I could hear was the electricfan that was smoothly blowing air in my direction, faint sounds of music from the house right beside mine and crickets chirpping the night away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lost it... &lt;/span&gt;Not a single creative brain cell was left in my head! It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; true, I mean, reading the last few posts on my blog made me realize that they were plain. The flashlight that was resting on my chest was slowly going up and down with every breath I took. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; start reading and working on my fan fic again. &lt;/span&gt;My eyes felt heavy and my mind went blank. I switched off my flashlight, closed my notebook and snapped the cap back on the pen before starting off for dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember: crush nako si Price Rueben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still working my way up to Marlo and Aikaye's level of blog excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love HARRY POTTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114286111573459296?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114286111573459296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114286111573459296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114286111573459296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114286111573459296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepless-on-sunday_19.html' title='Sleepless on sunday'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114275967436862566</id><published>2006-03-19T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:20:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night live</title><content type='html'>Ahh... It feels soooo good to be able to wake up from a long nap after a day's worth of laziness. lol...&lt;br /&gt;I had the coolest dream. I dreamt of Harry Potter and all that, Probably it was because I was working on my fan fic before I went to sleep. Anyway, I woke up refreshed and the very first thing I did was switch the T.V. to channel 48, ETC. Saturday night live was showing and, being the newly awoken person that I was, stared dumbly at the show for like 5 minutes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you should have seen my face! I must've looked real stupid.. lol&lt;/span&gt;). After that, I sat down  (widely awake) and enjoyed a nice cold glass of chocolate milk with jam and bread. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tea with jam and bread, with jam and bread, with jam, with jam, with jam and bread!!!"--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, lol... oop sorry. Sound of music flashback! lol. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYWHO &lt;/span&gt;I've been working on my last values activity card. I do have another one but I think I won't do it. I also have an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibong Adarna&lt;/span&gt; marathon assignment due. Again, I don't think I'll pass it. I seriously need help with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Things getting in the way of me and freedom/summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The music exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me being the emcee for a day (well, half a day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The group presentation (which I still have to practice with my group for the 1st and last time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1896 (It is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;80% &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of my total final exam result. Can you say sucky? and I still have to learn that because I couldn't attend practices because of my STUPID FLU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Values activity card 1 &amp; 2 (really long by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ibong Adarna marathon assignment (again, sucky and long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Tomorrow's the dreaded day. Tomorrow is the day I endure torture and utter embarassment. I hope I get at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; a passing grade and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;get too embarassed. Tomorrow will also be the last day I get up at 6:30am for school --&gt; at least it's just one more day. YESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love Etienne Rousseau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114275967436862566?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114275967436862566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114275967436862566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114275967436862566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114275967436862566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturday-night-live.html' title='Saturday night live'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114274017519216308</id><published>2006-03-19T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:52:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy like sunday morning...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting right here in front of the computer, typing on my blog and watching this really cool 1920's movie called victor/victoria on channel 21. It features Julie Andrews. This movie is soooo far from the usual family-oriented movies you see her in. In this movie, she plays a woman pretending to be a man, pretending to be a woman in order to become famous and launch a famous singing career.  Did that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/v8v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 191px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/v8v2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/victorandvictoriaone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/victorandvictoriaone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews has got to be the coolest and I really wouldn't mind her being my grandmother. This movie's filled with sass, comedy and cool jazz music and singing. Victoria(julie andrews) meets a gay man who becomes one of her closest friends and "partner in crime". The gay man is very open about his queerness and prefers to be called gay rather that "queer" (which was their term at the time). The man conjures up a plan to take Victoria and make her famous but Victoria's fame has a price. In order to become famous, Victoria must pose as a gay man and make it seem like she and her partner in crime are lovers but trouble brews when the leader of a gangster mob falls in love with victoria. Excellent black and white  movie and loved it to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE FARIS CEDRIC!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114274017519216308?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114274017519216308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114274017519216308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114274017519216308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114274017519216308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy like sunday morning...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114266017141272645</id><published>2006-03-18T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:36:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and they signed their names with blood</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I was careless enough to write on my leg but I didn't do it on purpose. I thought in was closed. Then when I looked down on my leg, there was a lot of ink on it. I went to my room to get the bottle of alcohol my sister had forgotten to bring with her on the way back to manila and poured some of the contents on my leg which was now looking like what you would usually put on a piece of paper while in the middle of a boring lecture in class -- scribbles and all. What I found was cool. When the alcohol mixed with the ink, it sort of started to look like scars with blood. My alcohol-covered, Ink-scribbled leg was now looking like something that came out of a horror film. Seriously, it looked like bleeding scars. I looked at my leg for a moment and then I forgot the whole thing. I stayed quiet in my room the whole time and wiped the "blood ink" away with some tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing interesting there, yeah... but hey at least I have something to write about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114266017141272645?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114266017141272645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114266017141272645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114266017141272645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114266017141272645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-they-signed-their-names-with-blood.html' title='and they signed their names with blood'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114259705727505788</id><published>2006-03-17T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:04:17.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkened day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/emo%20cartoons/emo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 140px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/emo%20cartoons/emo8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast hanging out at Jonnie's house. It was really cool. Anyway, after that we hurriedly went on our way to school for 1896 practice and to tell you the truth, it was really erm... dead but the worst was still yet to come. 3pm - I found out that I failed my math finals. I brushed it off at first sight. I was too busy playing the guitar. Then, it hit me like a train going 200mph. I was reduced to tears as I stared down at my math paper. It was horrible. I felt myself crumbling to pieces. I just couldn't believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was so shocked and the moment my driver arrived to pick me up, I burst into tears in our car. I just couldn't believe my bad luck. How could I have gotten that stupid?! I mean, the exam questions were already given to us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could this happen?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make things worse, my friend (who I am seriously in thin ice with) got mad at me. It's like my problems doubled and I couldn't stop myself from crying my eyes out. I mean, we were just beggining to talk again. Who am I kidding?! we weren't even exchanging whole paragraphs of words. We would just say a few sentences here and there, then silence would kick in. It really was and still is hard for me to patch things up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ei there girl! You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry :(... really! I am! I didn't mean to baya...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for those of you who know who I'm talkin' bout,&lt;br /&gt;please don't breath a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't add to the drama...&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those of you who don't know,&lt;br /&gt;don't ask...&lt;br /&gt;-Seriously-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally calmed down from all this stress now. That's why I've been able to post now. I've been surfing through blogthings.com to help me calm down a bit. I found a lot of cool stuff there and will be putting it up in my own blog. So check back for more updates and more stuff. Don't forget to put a comment in my tag box (chatzone) or else the dog will bite you. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/puppy/thkillerdog24yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 150px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/puppy/thkillerdog24yr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I gotta go, lol... my yaya's calling for dinner now... :) Check ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114259705727505788?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114259705727505788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114259705727505788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114259705727505788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114259705727505788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/darkened-day.html' title='Darkened day'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/emo%20cartoons/th_emo8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114256571650638409</id><published>2006-03-17T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:21:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' out</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;I started out my day the usual way - got up and did the rest. Anyway, Last night I suffered from "indigestion" (probably from &lt;em&gt;something I ate&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;some certain place&lt;/em&gt; *wink). Seriously, I woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the CR. I won't describe the rest... lol... anyway as soon as I got back, I finally was able to get a full night's rest! My nose wasn't filling up by the hour anymore and I actually was able to sleep! Thank God. I woke up at 8am today. I was really excited to be going to Jonnie's house. In fact, I'm here right now hanging out with her, JC, Cheska I. &amp; Alex. Anyway, for breakfast I had &lt;em&gt;champorado&lt;/em&gt; (yummy!) but I couln't taste anything! :( plus, the champorado was like jelly in my bowl. I moved it around a few times and the whole thing wouldn't fall apart. It seriously moved like Jelly. Anywho, after that, I was on my way to where I am now - At Jonnie's house. I've been playing the guitar here and surfing the net. Jonnie showed me her new song (the chords are way cool). So, this afternoon, we're gonna practice for our speech choir presentation (1896). Promblem is, I can't talk properly. This cough is really bugging me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to worry about come monday. Even though classes are over, I still have to pass some freakin' Activity Cards (which are b.t.w. really hard to do), be the emcee for the 2nd year's play production, perform with my group (whick is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of our English grade. Can you believe that? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80 percent! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's absolute torture!)&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;present 1896 with my class - which I happen to have a solo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;part&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sing for our music exam. Cripes!! How can I do all that when I have no voice at all! This is freakin' torture! I need to get better before monday. Trust me, if there's a huge posibility that that will actually happen? I'll jump for joy and try to never EVER get sick again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.T.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE SANICHI WATANABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm trying to write as good as aikaye. lol.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114256571650638409?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114256571650638409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114256571650638409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114256571650638409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114256571650638409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/rockin-out.html' title='Rockin&apos; out'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114251590310938951</id><published>2006-03-16T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:31:43.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;    I cannot believe that the answer to all my internet problems was Mozilla Firefox. The options on my creat a new post box finally show up and work. I can now access my friendster without it strangely logging out by itself. *sigh* I wish I could have done this earlier and Yay!! I can finally post up pictures, so check back for those.&lt;br /&gt;    I should really get to sleep. I mean, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; sick (and I mean the full package - cough, stuffed up sinuses, fever and a huge miserable feeling.) but I just don't feel like it. I feel fine right now but anyway, It'll still be the same. I can't breath at night whenever I sleep anyway. My nose is too busy being stuffed up every hour or so. Well, tomorrow I'll be going over to Jonnie's house to just hang and play the guitar and stuff. Plus I'm so excited for ETCH. lol. B.T.W ( by the way) I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stop calling myself the Accoustic Chick - I've just realized that. Anyway's I should go now, I still have to change every post I made with the "alias" Accoustic Chick... Lol... toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;aikaye, your blog is so well written that I've decided from now on to actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; on what I'm typing in this thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My profile's been updated - if you haven't read it yet, the dog will bite you and kill you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've linked some people's blogs so just check it out. Send me a message if you want me to link ya!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be adding a few useless stuff to this thing so check back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not the least&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: "I LOVE SENICHI WATANABE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114251590310938951?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114251590310938951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114251590310938951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114251590310938951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114251590310938951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled_16.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114249745209956489</id><published>2006-03-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:24:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally!!! &lt;br /&gt;I'm done! I'm free! No more exams, no more tests, no more assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to school and hello to summer vacation. Although, starting out this summer is really sucky. I still have the flu. It is sooo unfair and my voice (or what's left of it anyway) sounds like a man. Hate it. Next my class and my group has to perform something for English (GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH were so unprepared!!!!!!!! I hate it when were unprepared) god... and it has to be 80% of our English grade. Crap, Crap, Crap!! I hate that activity. I don't like it AND to make things worse, I have to sing for music. IT BITES MAJOR! I mean, I don't have a voice! and it's useless if I don't have a voice but I HAVE to do all these things. I have to perform twice, sing for our music exams (which will be terrible) and be the emcee for the whole 2nd year play production. LORD PLEASE CURE ME!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114249745209956489?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114249745209956489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114249745209956489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114249745209956489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114249745209956489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/freedom.html' title='Freedom!!!!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114234342390110397</id><published>2006-03-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:37:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet</title><content type='html'>This song rocks!! but I hope to NEVER meet someone like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cold and she's cruel&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what she's doin'&lt;br /&gt;She pushed me in the pool&lt;br /&gt;At our last school reunion&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I dream about her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it seems&lt;br /&gt;She's the one I'm after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;For more than an hour&lt;br /&gt;She runs on 100 proof attitude power&lt;br /&gt;And the more she ignores me&lt;br /&gt;The more I adore her&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she sees it's me&lt;br /&gt;On her caller ID&lt;br /&gt;She won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;She'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;But I can't give up just yet&lt;br /&gt;Cause every word she's ever said&lt;br /&gt;Is still ringin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;Still ringin' in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cold and she's cruel&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what she's doin'&lt;br /&gt;Knows just what to say&lt;br /&gt;So my whole day is ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' for&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl I'm lookin' for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114234342390110397?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114234342390110397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114234342390110397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114234342390110397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114234342390110397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/bittersweet.html' title='bittersweet'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114234214698303186</id><published>2006-03-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:15:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool quotes part 2</title><content type='html'>dd u knw,&lt;br /&gt;8 tkes &lt;br /&gt;15 trees&lt;br /&gt;2 produce&lt;br /&gt;d amount &lt;br /&gt;of paper&lt;br /&gt;w/c s &lt;br /&gt;used&lt;br /&gt;by us 2 &lt;br /&gt;wryt our&lt;br /&gt;exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us &lt;br /&gt;in promoting &lt;br /&gt;d noble &lt;br /&gt;cause of &lt;br /&gt;saving trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY &lt;br /&gt;NO &lt;br /&gt;2 EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;GOD isn't &lt;br /&gt;far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE is in &lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in every&lt;br /&gt;thought that &lt;br /&gt;gives us HOPE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in every tear&lt;br /&gt;that waters &lt;br /&gt;our soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in every &lt;br /&gt;MOMENT we &lt;br /&gt;feel alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;2nyt&lt;br /&gt;if i &lt;br /&gt;die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prmis nt 2 &lt;br /&gt;let go of&lt;br /&gt;d mmris &lt;br /&gt;wev shared &lt;br /&gt;&amp; 2mrw &lt;br /&gt;wn u wke up,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hir bout &lt;br /&gt;my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnt cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't lose any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"8s just Angeli"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryt? :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;lyf &lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;rivr&lt;br /&gt;w/c&lt;br /&gt;flows&lt;br /&gt;thru&lt;br /&gt;many turns,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; evn f &lt;br /&gt;d 2&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;us go&lt;br /&gt;n difrent&lt;br /&gt;directions,&lt;br /&gt;i hope &lt;br /&gt;we'l&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;find&lt;br /&gt;each other&lt;br /&gt;n d nxt&lt;br /&gt;bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; stil be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;This Valentines...may you be showered with boys, &lt;br /&gt;or be showerd by boys, or be with  boys in a shower...&lt;br /&gt;Bastah! Many boys and many showers!&lt;br /&gt;.... wahehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;I cud be a PAPER... u cn&lt;br /&gt;wryt ur filings, scrible ur anger, use me 2 absorb ur tears...&lt;br /&gt;but dont throw me aftr use...&lt;br /&gt;coz wen you fil cold,&lt;br /&gt;burn me &amp; I'll keep you &lt;br /&gt;warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;bkt ndi&lt;br /&gt;tntgalog ang&lt;br /&gt;"NO ID&lt;br /&gt;NO ENTRY" &lt;br /&gt;sa gate lalo &lt;br /&gt;na sa paaralan...?&lt;br /&gt;kc pg tnagalog un,&lt;br /&gt;and ka2labasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg&lt;br /&gt;"WLNG ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WLNG PASOK!" ang &lt;br /&gt;saya diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;i wntd &lt;br /&gt;2 mail u&lt;br /&gt;sumthing 2day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's soooo&lt;br /&gt;cute... &lt;br /&gt;it will surely &lt;br /&gt;mke u smyl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately d STUPID&lt;br /&gt;postman &lt;br /&gt;askd ME&lt;br /&gt;2 get out&lt;br /&gt;of d mailbox!&lt;br /&gt;heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;a little bird was flying during winter.&lt;br /&gt;The bird froze and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;A cow came by &amp; dropped some dung on it.&lt;br /&gt;Bird realized how warm it was &amp; began to sing for&lt;br /&gt;joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and &lt;br /&gt;dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEssons to learn:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114234214698303186?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114234214698303186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114234214698303186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114234214698303186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114234214698303186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/cool-quotes-part-2.html' title='cool quotes part 2'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114234090474548010</id><published>2006-03-14T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:55:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stuffed up day...</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, my body ached all over and my head throbbed like hell. Geez, I was (and still am) sick. Sick to the bone. My nose was really stuffed up and my mucus was green (sorry for the horrific description). My throat ached with dryness and it had to be on exams? Why do my colds have to kick in whenever something important happens? LIke, I had a bad cold during the play and when I sang, it sounded stuffy and I had a hard time doing anything. The next day, a fever kicked in as well and I ended up regretting that I didn't even go to school the next day. GOD!! did I ever regret that!! but anyway, back to the present. Now, I have 4 subjects to study for, all comprehensive and 3 OF THEM ARE MAJOR SUBJECTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comp.&lt;br /&gt;MATH&lt;br /&gt;PHIL. HIS.&lt;br /&gt;GEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can see why I don't need this cold right now. I CANNOT GET THE FLU!!! I refuse to have this cold. Uuuggh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair, Leo has to die!! ITs soo sad. Poor piper, it's her destiny to lose leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go... I have to try and study and then later, try to fall asleep. So, irritating. I can't fall to sleep anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114234090474548010?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114234090474548010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114234090474548010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114234090474548010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114234090474548010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/stuffed-up-day.html' title='A stuffed up day...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114225215520165491</id><published>2006-03-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:04:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im memory of Monique Adecer...</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing interesting about this day. I started put with soup this morning. Cream of Mushroom soup to be exact (mmm... yummy!!) not that you guys care or anything. lol.. I just have nothing to do!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/thsoup.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, nothing much to do now. OH, yeah... There was this one thing I did today... crammed my brain with stuff for exams. Yes those deadly 4.. no, uh, 5 letters. &lt;br /&gt;It's weird though. I sort of thought everything was easy and er, sorta took it for granted. lol... my senses were right though, THose 4 exams were cake - except for filipino. THat was seriously hard. but i crammed alright. COol thing about it is that I never really was used to cramming but now's kinda different. It sorta all went into my head. (cool beans!! loL!!!!!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's exams were:&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;PE&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;Filipino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;Today though, was a sad day and I pray for that soul who went on to God's kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;Today, Aileen "ate Monique" Adecer died. SHe was shot and the bullet hit her heart, killing her instantly. Sad. Her father got shot first (in the neck) and she ran to him and held him in her arms before she was killed by two crooks. She died at 8pm last night. Please pray for her soul even though her death has passed. Personally, I didn't know her that well but I pitty her and I hope that God will guide her, heal her father (who's in ICU at the moment) and help her family who is trying to overcome this unbearable grief. Monique was an alumni of Saint Mary's School. God let her soul Rest in Peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114225215520165491?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114225215520165491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114225215520165491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114225215520165491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114225215520165491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-memory-of-monique-adecer.html' title='Im memory of Monique Adecer...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114225088997635966</id><published>2006-03-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:54:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Vida La Mia - my favorite song</title><content type='html'>Me despierto en la mañana, para verte pasar, &lt;br /&gt;y tenerte en mi mente por el resto del dia...&lt;br /&gt;Que vida, la mia...&lt;br /&gt;Aun no se tu nombre y ya eres dueña de mi, &lt;br /&gt;y me paso todo el dia imaginando tu risa...&lt;br /&gt;Que vida, la mia...&lt;br /&gt;Nose que hacer, para ser el aire que va a tu alrededor, &lt;br /&gt;y acaricia tu piel...&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero conversar, solo quiero conocerte, &lt;br /&gt;dame un poco de tu tiempo para convencerte, &lt;br /&gt;Yo solo quiero ser tu amigo, y me muero por salir contigo,&lt;br /&gt;dame una señal, solo dame una mirada, &lt;br /&gt;si tu estas a mi lado, a mi no me importa nada, &lt;br /&gt;ya quiero estar entre tus brazos, y me muero por&lt;br /&gt;probar tus labios, rojos, llenos de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Solo dime que si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desvelo en las noches para pensar en ti, &lt;br /&gt;y si duermo solo sueño con tener tus caricias, &lt;br /&gt;Que vida, la mia...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo todo este amor y solo es para ti, &lt;br /&gt;y yo solo me conformo con mirarte otro dia, &lt;br /&gt;Que vida, la mia...&lt;br /&gt;No se que hacer para ser el aire que va a tu alrededor, &lt;br /&gt;que acaricia tu piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero conversar, solo quiero conocerte, &lt;br /&gt;dame un poco de tu tiempo para convencerte, &lt;br /&gt;Yo solo quiero ser tu amigo, y me muero por salir contigo,&lt;br /&gt;dame una señal, solo dame una mirada, &lt;br /&gt;si tu estas a mi lado, a mi no me importa nada, &lt;br /&gt;ya quiero estar entre tus brazos, y me muero por&lt;br /&gt;probar tus labios, rojos, llenos de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Solo dime que si... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it's my new favorite song... heheh It just has a catchy tune. Will post more songs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114225088997635966?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114225088997635966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114225088997635966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114225088997635966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114225088997635966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/que-vida-la-mia-my-favorite-song.html' title='Que Vida La Mia - my favorite song'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114190796030477280</id><published>2006-03-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:53:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralyzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My scars are bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I can't make them stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When all I ever needed was your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world is changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As time goes passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leves start to fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it's time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's bittersweet to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much of you has captured me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without dying in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why you're no longer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a day passes by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without me thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It kills me when I lie and say that I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause letting go hurts me more than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day you left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was the darkest night of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only I was strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I could have stopped my fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll try to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And pretend that you are near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though it's hard for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll stop myself from drowning in my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lived because of your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then I guess I just loved you too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Hey all! You know how I write poems and "songs" right? well, yeah... This ISN'T one of them. Sadly, these are one of those poems/songs that I WISH were made by me. lol... Actually this beautiful poem was written by my close friend Elaine Roa. :) I found the perfect picture (below) which is sort of what the poem talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/emo%20cartoons/emo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 128px;" src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/emo%20cartoons/emo7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114190796030477280?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114190796030477280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114190796030477280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114190796030477280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114190796030477280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/paralyzed.html' title='Paralyzed'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e280/geli13/emo%20cartoons/th_emo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114147454448144445</id><published>2006-03-04T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:59:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Happy Camper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOD!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey All!&lt;br /&gt;I just came from our freshie-sophie camp-out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I CANNOT BEGIN TO DESCRIBE HOW FUN IT WAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;. Unbelievable, indescribable, awesome, COol!! Ugggh! I wanna go back. I swear it was the best... These are one of the moments that i cannot and will not ever forget. I remember everything in my head! We started yesterday. OMG the trip on the way there was fun. SUper!!!!! Me, Kaye, April, Gem-Gem, Kareena (2nd year), ro-an, EJ and Angel rode on Kaye's pick-up truck. The trip was soo fun. We talked, Me and Kaye sang songs (especially songs from the sound of music) and soon the others joined in the singing, we saw all the sights to see on the road, got car sick, hung on for our lives on the car, went to the shell shop to buy "supplies" (meaning: quake, piatos etc.) angel even treated us to ice cream (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS ANGEL!!!&lt;/span&gt;), we went up, down, left, right on the road (and like I said, some of us got car sick). The breeze was cold then really hot then cold again. We were the 2nd ones to arrive at the campsite and it was really peaceful (sp?). We sat on the grass and played the guitar. After a few minutes, the others came and started putting up my tent (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SA NAG TABANG!!&lt;/span&gt;!) and we all started eating. Soon we had our very first troop gathering. They talked about a lot of stuff (although it was boring.... lol :)) after, we had our banner making contest (my gad ang mga pangalan sa mga troops puros &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABOY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PIGGYLICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LECHON WINGS&lt;/span&gt; -AmO! hahah-, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BABOYLALACH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE OINKS, DWEDGIE&lt;/span&gt; (korean for unsa pa? BABOY! DUH!) and etc.) Pinaka-"neat" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt; amo... hahah la lang... jowk. Next were the games (tons of fun pero naay injuries gamay). After sa games, we started cooking rice in bamboo (grabe ka dugay na human ug lu2 bai!! paghuman, hilaw gihapon!). After ana, we had our bonfire, we sang, danced, acted and played under the stars. They were beautiful. The fire was so warm!!! The performances were great (w0h00!! g0 Liesl bai!!! chuy keyu imong paper roses hahah), Lights off dayon after. some of us didn't sleep though, nag guitara pa mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114147454448144445?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114147454448144445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114147454448144445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114147454448144445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114147454448144445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-happy-camper.html' title='One Happy Camper...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114085506531771659</id><published>2006-02-25T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:11:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool messages...</title><content type='html'>People send me the funniest text messages.&lt;br /&gt;here are some cool &amp; funny quotes I got on my celphone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat under a tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; told the tree, w/ tears falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do i always get hurt? Don't I deserve to be happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry my dear, Everyone deserves to be happy, &amp; getting hurt is part of our lives. So, cheer up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears stopped falling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I ran fast...&lt;br /&gt;Screaming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waaaaahhhhhh!!!!!! ang kahoy nistorya!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;Real friends are not those who are always around when&lt;br /&gt;everythings almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It's the 1 who's digging deep into the ground just to put you up&lt;br /&gt;&amp; say "ssshhhsshhh! Everythings gonna be alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more:&lt;br /&gt;5 benefits of kissing:&lt;br /&gt;Changes taste&lt;br /&gt;Burns calories&lt;br /&gt;Lips never go dry&lt;br /&gt;Relieves stress&lt;br /&gt;makes face muscles strong&lt;br /&gt;So, keep kissing... It's healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more:&lt;br /&gt;Qualities of an ideal student:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kung naa sa school di mo sunod&lt;br /&gt;2. kung mo sluod di maminaw&lt;br /&gt;3. Kung maminaw di ka sabot&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung maka sabot maka limot&lt;br /&gt;*Pass to all the students like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more:&lt;br /&gt;While taking a bath, Erap called Loi: Wala bang shampoo?&lt;br /&gt;Loi: Maraming shampoo dyan!&lt;br /&gt;Erap: Eh, puro for dry hair ito, basa na ang buhok ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More:&lt;br /&gt;One day, a bus driver was offered a handful of peanuts by an old lady, which he gratefully munched up.&lt;br /&gt;The old lady repeatedly gave peanuts to the driver 8 more times but on the ninth time, the driver asked the old lady why she didn't eat the peanuts herself. The old lady replied that it was not possible because she had no teeth. "Why then do you buy them?" The driver asked, puzzled. The old lady answered: "I just love the chocolate around them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;If a little birdie in the sky dropped a poopoo in your eye, don't scream don't cry, just thank GOD that carabaos don't cry... always thank God for the small blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114085506531771659?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114085506531771659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114085506531771659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114085506531771659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114085506531771659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool-messages.html' title='cool messages...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114077589740015927</id><published>2006-02-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:11:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No school on Friday!</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;Just like my blog entry title says, We don't have classes for today but the bad news is, I still had to go to school. It really sucked cause I thought that me and the 1-Gold Students would practice 1896 but not everyone showed up for practice at 1pm. Lucky thing I brought my guitar cause if I didn't, I would have been so bored!!!!!! Geez!!! It really wasn't fair cause just because my other classmates couldn't/didn't want to come, Me and some of those who DID come had to suffer with  boredome. Anyway, No biggie. I am just so thankful I brought the guitar with me. On my way home though, the weather changed in an instant. I was really sure that when I was at school, it was really hot and bright outside. Then, as I came down the rain just started falling really hard. It felt like a shower. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. Funny... lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did post... but it got deleted somehow and you guys know how lazy I am. So now, I'll tell you what happened yesterday. Yesterday news spread about some danger that includes the whole city. All the students were advised to stay in campus at all times. Even lunch. No one was allowed to go home by themselves. THEY HAD TO BE PICKED UP and for those who bought lunch at Kate's, well... they had to go there in HUGE groups. They had to buy their lunches together then head back to school so they could eat there. Some of the people in my classroom (and in some other year levels) became really paranoid, scared, and just... er... well... REALLY PARANOID. Some started to cry, some people started to saying it was a bomb threat (which made everything worse), Some say there were hijackers(sp?)... Oh- and one even started screaming "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!" (and ironically, everyone laughed at this statement. Kinda weird though, lol.) At the end of the day, the real trouble was that there were a couple of wanted men spotted right across the school. That's all for now, I've gotta get some sleep. I am sooo tired. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div=align "right"&gt;- Accoustic Chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114077589740015927?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114077589740015927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114077589740015927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114077589740015927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114077589740015927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-school-on-friday.html' title='No school on Friday!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114061557222249488</id><published>2006-02-22T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:43:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Guitar...</title><content type='html'>Hey All!!&lt;br /&gt;Ha-Ha! almost got ya there, didn't I? :) It's just like the saying: "don't judge a book by it's cover" except, in this case it's: "Don't judge a blog entry by it's title" lol... :D So anyway, Today was a great day. I was able to sneak out the guitar this morning. lol. And finally I was able to bring it to school. I think I played for the whole day... hmmm... Well, let's see, I played during ISP, then some time during Values, then, I played it with J during computer since we didn't have anything to do (ma'am E, you rock!), during lunch I played for and with the 3rd years, I played a little during Geo and I played after class and for the rest of the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During computer class:&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am E didn't have a lesson for us that day so J asked permission from Ma'am E so that we would be able to work out the song that she(J) made. It was cool... lol, I played the guitar while she sang, she played the guitar while I sang, and we - Oh, you get the idea. lol (Thanks again ma'am for the permission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Class:&lt;br /&gt;On other news, after class was great... Me and JN worked on her song some more and she taught me some songs and I taught some of my other friends (C.I. &amp; S.C.) a song. -Ohh! and read this too... It's so lame... I was about to settle in with JN under the stairs so that the both of us could play the guitar together  but then one of the 2nd years asked us if we could move because of reasons that I will NOT specify thank you very much... (Oh and don't worry H, I'm not mad at you!!! SWEAR!!!) It was so irritating though. I had to move because of that reason but that reason wasn't good enough though. It was a bit rude for the person who asked H to ask me to move because of - er, something. I was just so irritated but I didn't say anything anyway. It was fine. I was just mad at the person unkown because:&lt;br /&gt;a. It was really rude of him/her&lt;br /&gt;b. He/she was totally over acting...&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I was fine with that, after all if that didn't happen, I wouldn't have been so happy. I wouldn't have been able to teach my friends a few songs. Anyway, we had a prayer meeting that afternoon. I didn't want to go but I went anyway and boy am I glad I DID go! I had SOOOO MUCH FUN. After the praising we had an activity. It was cool... I talked to a friend of mine. Me and my group-mates had so much fun. (I, JI, JC, SC, Me, RA, AN) we ended kind of late but it was still really worth it. I still played the guitar after the YFC meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll just type it here since i don't know where I can insert it: I hate people who over react about their crushes being there (I'm such a hypocrite but Honest I'm trying to fix that attitude -the one about being a hypocrite and the one about over reacting about the whole crush thing-). I mean, they are so paranoid that they need their crush to leave in order for them to be able to actually do something. No, I am NOT like that. That's too over. I mean, If my crush was actually there, I would actually try to do better! and I hate the fact that other people will tease me and pair me up with someone I don't like back. I mean, come on! It's really, really annoying! MAKA PIKON!! MAKA DAOT UG ADLAW!! it ruins my day, It makes me mad. So, what do I do? I shut up and some people start to think that I like the dude back! crap... Newsflash - I DON'T! so BACK OFF!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-all? This day was still awesome. Oh, and I seriously am not that mean in person. I'm just expressing how I feel about a few stuff. I can write better about my feelings. H - it was fine. I understand. :) labshu!!! :D NO BAD FEELINGS TOWARDS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED IN ANY OF MY BLOG ENTRIES. Well, That's all for now. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;No real guitars were stolen, harmed (well maybe a little -but just a tiiiiny bit), smashed, killed, battered &amp; broken. They were taken without permission maybe, but it's fine. My guitar is totally safe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Accoustic Chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114061557222249488?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114061557222249488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114061557222249488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114061557222249488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114061557222249488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/stolen-guitar.html' title='Stolen Guitar...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114043722086253337</id><published>2006-02-20T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:23:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very interesting Monday...</title><content type='html'>Hey All!&lt;br /&gt;Wow... lol that's really what sums up my entire day. Things have been really interesting for me. I've been able to *ehem* learn new things. :D lol.. Funny though, every exciting thing seems to be happening to me during lunch. It's cool though. It makes me smile. Well, at the end of the (school) day, I was able to hang with the 2nd and 3rd years (trust me, walking &amp; running back and forth from the court to the new building's lobby is pretty tiresome... BUT WORTH IT!!!). I heard this totally funny song that G2 and his friends made (totally wierd and hilarious). BTW (by the way) Lindsey got sun burnt (again) today. She was soo red. B said she looked like a Lobster. lol :) B's freaking out over something I told her this afternoon. Sorry B!! Don't freak out. I'm freaking(freaking? more like... um disbelieving -IT'S 2 GUD 2 B TRU!!!-)*lol* over something F told ME lol. People are just practically freaking over something someone else said to them! lol... This day was filled with weirdness, confusion, disbelief and happiness. And you know what? It was totally worth it waking up this morning. I Love this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks F, for, um... "Teaching"&lt;br /&gt;me something new. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Accoustic Chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114043722086253337?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114043722086253337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114043722086253337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114043722086253337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114043722086253337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/very-interesting-monday.html' title='A very interesting Monday...'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114032219165745968</id><published>2006-02-19T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:15:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the mall... (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't usually spend all my time at the mall but somehow, i seem to be spending almost all my time at the mall. Yesterday (which you can read in my first post) I was at LKK and now I'm at SM with the family and 3 friends, namely: Anna G., Monica I. &amp; her little sister named Mae. It's cool. We ate at Chow King ( I had an "early lunch"), then after we walked around for a few minutes, we went over to netopia (... funny, I was at netopia &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday too!! :) ) where I'm updating this cool blog. I have so many things to do when I get home. Philippine History assignment on the great raid. I bought some yellow pad and a clear book for all the guitar tabs I'm printing out on my computer at home. Heheheheh I Love to play the guitar now... I don't know why I'm so hooked. It's really cool. On other news, my brother and his band are gonna perform on myx! Soooo cool... The band's name is Pandora's Box. Ahh, monday's a whole new, boring school day. I can't wait to see what exciting adventures await me tomorrow (and I say this sarcastically). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's all for now, Check back for more updates! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. I'd love to read your comments on this blog... so click on the link that says comments at the end of every post and send me your comments!! :D Tenchu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114032219165745968?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114032219165745968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114032219165745968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114032219165745968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114032219165745968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-in-mall-again.html' title='A day in the mall... (again)'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22634848.post-114025619678936066</id><published>2006-02-18T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:35:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post!!</title><content type='html'>yeah cool, My very first post on blogspot....&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what do I talk about? hmmm... Well, me and my friends are hanging out at LKK. We went rock climbing (me and mai2x), went to see a movie (me, rafa and sassja went to see "fun with Dick and Jane" while cheska s., mai2x, camille, anna &amp;amp; someone (I 4got) watched some cheezy channel 14 movie called "close to you") after that, we went here to netopia and got on-line. I'll describe myself later cause I'm almost out of time. So that's all for now folks! Check back for more updates of my complicated life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22634848-114025619678936066?l=accousticchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/feeds/114025619678936066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22634848&amp;postID=114025619678936066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114025619678936066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22634848/posts/default/114025619678936066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://accousticchick.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-post.html' title='first post!!'/><author><name>Angeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04872350624054005078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h233/Gryffin66/meeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
