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tamale'/><title type='text'>what doesn't kill us makes us who we are</title><subtitle type='html'>They bump and they collide and they cause a flurry of confusion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3170136814949941526</id><published>2009-10-14T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:27:36.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin bieber'/><title type='text'>Justin Bieber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thehypefactor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/justin-bieber-official-my-space-500x313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.thehypefactor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/justin-bieber-official-my-space-500x313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't understand the hype about Justin Bieber. o_O;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've listened to his song 'One Time' and I didn't see it as a big deal. You might say that it's because of my unhealthy obsession with Josh Golden, but he's just not that much of a big deal. In fact, the Jonas Brothers definitely pwns him, him being Justin Bieber, not Josh Golden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought he was really worth obsessing for, but I realized that they cling to him just because of his pretty face. Which is immature, and imo, disrespectful. I mean, really, who would be happy to know that you like them because of their face and not their talent? [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, yeah. Just wanna rant about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like Justin Bieber?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS; after finding that picture, I finally realized why I despise him so much. x]&lt;/div&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/3092825000789472960-3170136814949941526?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3170136814949941526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/10/justin-bieber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3170136814949941526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3170136814949941526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/10/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber?'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2884107817775645648</id><published>2009-09-27T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:38:53.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite the fact that I dislike Alex Gaskarth.</title><content type='html'>This video still gives me the chills.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opKhbWi4WZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opKhbWi4WZM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-2884107817775645648?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2884107817775645648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/despite-fact-that-i-dislike-alex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2884107817775645648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2884107817775645648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/despite-fact-that-i-dislike-alex.html' title='Despite the fact that I dislike Alex Gaskarth.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1277100044212196571</id><published>2009-09-25T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:13:44.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john donne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>John Donne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Four hundred years ago, another well-known English guy had an opinion about being alone. John Donne. He thought we were never alone. Of course, it was fancier when he said it. "No man is an island entire unto himself." Boil down that island talk, and he just meant that all anyone needs is someone to step in and let us know we're not alone. And who's to say that someone can't have four legs. Someone to play with or run around with, or just hang out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1277100044212196571?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1277100044212196571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-donne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1277100044212196571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1277100044212196571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/john-donne.html' title='John Donne.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4277829650222401588</id><published>2009-09-21T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:52:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W20D-x5oNec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W20D-x5oNec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4277829650222401588?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4277829650222401588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4277829650222401588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4277829650222401588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1420350773334302927</id><published>2009-09-20T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:16:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WELL.</title><content type='html'>"If ever you and Josh Golden reproduce, you'd be unlucky 'cause you're just up to his chest." -Syd. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In reference of being the woman on top, lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1420350773334302927?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1420350773334302927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1420350773334302927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1420350773334302927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-well.html' title='OH WELL.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6691116504507207976</id><published>2009-09-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:47:07.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sounded Like An Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;The pain is deep and wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cannot esape from the lives we have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are we now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm starting to forget just what it was you said exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love is gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only to spawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disastrous memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-6691116504507207976?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6691116504507207976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-sounded-like-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6691116504507207976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6691116504507207976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-sounded-like-accident.html' title='It Sounded Like An Accident'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2404488937952048848</id><published>2009-09-18T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:41:09.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a bitch.</title><content type='html'>Scratch that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's a big bitch. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7854064827890736999</id><published>2009-09-15T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:34:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when someone takes something from me that was originally mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7854064827890736999?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7854064827890736999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-it-when-someone-takes-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>I always feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sleepy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during Chemistry time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry is the first subject, and I guess it can be an excuse as to why I feel sleepy. I'm not saying that Miss Flores is boring, but rather what she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talking about is boring. Like today, she was explaining stuff about chemical computations. Oh my lord, my mind stopped working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can love Chemistry. I've been excited to learn about it when I was in third grade thinking that all we would do during Chemistry class is mix those fancy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;colored liquids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; together and be able to mix it together and create something out of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such dream was broken by reality. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cannot stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chemistry right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a lie. I am excited everytime we're going to the Chemistry lab because that would mean we can do amazing stuff with the chemicals (the kid in me still lives), but I dread doing manual computations. I don't mind memorizing about the different people, rules, terms, and dates. But computing for stuff? Err, no thank you. I already have Advanced Algebra and Geometry to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've read somewhere that for you to be good at something, you have to love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't sound as easy as it looks but I can do it. [;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riiight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peaace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4496598109162830890?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4496598109162830890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/chemistry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4496598109162830890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4496598109162830890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2230952151852694857</id><published>2009-09-13T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:08:53.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><title type='text'>Icons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYllf5ZJI/AAAAAAAAALg/BcTg4i3qegM/s400/up.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 101px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843426289378450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYWH3O24I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6XFihmD_laA/s1600-h/the-beatles.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYWH3O24I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6XFihmD_laA/s400/the-beatles.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843160636152706" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYVLAaPHI/AAAAAAAAALA/fk1JohIgznk/s400/madagascar-penguins.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 99px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843144300084338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYlAnLxpI/AAAAAAAAALY/3YmSMUoAVZo/s400/uglybetty.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843416387831442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYWH3O24I/AAAAAAAAALQ/6XFihmD_laA/s1600-h/the-beatles.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYUYxjHdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LGkaXyxhR18/s400/christoferdrew.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843130815978962" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYUzHV-kI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8-lAvT0U07c/s400/Finding_nemo.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843137886714434" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYVmciqpI/AAAAAAAAALI/EmAaua2wM5g/s400/stephenjerzak.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 99px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380843151665834642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get bored. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3092825000789472960-2230952151852694857?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2230952151852694857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/spammage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2230952151852694857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2230952151852694857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/spammage.html' title='Icons.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SqyYllf5ZJI/AAAAAAAAALg/BcTg4i3qegM/s72-c/up.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5850422412052803067</id><published>2009-09-12T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:33:15.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janet tashjian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gospel according to larry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>I just finished rereading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The Gospel According To Larry by Janet Tashjian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of the best written books I've ever read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Larry's writing style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I can't figure out is if he's really fictional or not because both the prologue and the epilogue had a brief history of how the story came about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading &lt;a href="http://thegospelaccordingtolarry.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larry's blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and it's interesting. I think you should too.&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/3092825000789472960-5850422412052803067?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5850422412052803067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5850422412052803067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5850422412052803067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5750253429999747284</id><published>2009-09-08T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:30:28.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i27.tinypic.com/1262ve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 300px;" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/1262ve1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(click it to see the whole thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made that. It's not really the best, 'cause I was working out to do something, and this was the outcome. It blatantly failed, but I think I like how it ended up especially the image on the right. I don't know, that's just me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a weird kind of writers block. It's probably called as Selective Writers Block. I've been making good progress with the story I'm writing, but I cannot blog, write a poem, write a song, or anything else. It's a good thing, somehow. At least I can still write decently  but I'm afraid to reread what I've written the past days. They feel all junk too me. Revision is absolutely needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was having a fancy chat with Eudes two nights ago, and there was something unforgettable in our conversation. I'll post it here with respect to Eudes. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:20:46 PM): Eudes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:20:50 PM): hm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:20:53 PM): I like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:21:03 PM): oh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:21:07 PM): Sabi ni ****. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:21:07 PM): xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:21:14 PM): hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:21:21 PM): :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:21:27 PM): :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:22:03 PM): Hinintay ko lang yung reaction mo. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:22:39 PM): hahahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:23:01 PM): Pero seryoso, ano naramdaman mo nung sinabi ko yun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:23:06 PM): wait natatawa talaga ako &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:23:17 PM): naramdaman q na may ka2loy un eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:23:22 PM): Ay shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin (9/8/2009 10:23:26 PM): Sayang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eudes joshan (9/8/2009 10:23:27 PM): :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my throat has been really bitchy for this week. I don't think I can shout tomorrow. It hurts everytime I talk, and the louder I get, the more it hurts. It's really bothering me, but I don't think I have to overreact. It's just a simple aching throat which randomly ached because of my non-existent habits. Have I mentioned that swallowing hurts? It does. It's extremely painful. I kind of imagined that my throat was scratched from the inside by an invisible claw monster, and now it has open wounds everywhere, therefore causing anything that hits an open wound hurt. It's like rubbing salt on a wound. If you haven't tried that, then you should. It's agonizingly fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this week hasn't been the best week for me. :/ I'm sick and tired of all the crap that you put out on me, and I'm not blaming you for everything. I'm sorry that I actually give a damn about your health and welfare. You already know that OD isn't the solution and that it's bound to just make you worst. You don't have to be sober every night. :( What happened to the old you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also won the weight training competition. I'm glad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually no, I'm not glad. I cannot deserve to be glad at this point of time. Everything is just meh. It's something I refuse to talk about, yet I should. I'm never the type to expose my unjustifiable feelings to anyone. It only makes things worst. About 95% of the population of whom I'll try to talk to regarding my problem would judge me and think I'm consistently overreacting. I am not. I'm a different individual and what may seem shallow to you will obviously seem like a big deal to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm definitely not going to just grin and bear it, and I refuse to believe that it will get better unless it will.&lt;/div&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/3092825000789472960-5750253429999747284?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5750253429999747284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5750253429999747284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5750253429999747284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/1262ve1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5113168196685693279</id><published>2009-09-05T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:23:49.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I can't understand</title><content type='html'>Is how 3 amazingly quiet people can create such noise that's enough to dominate the whole classroom when they get together talking about the most useless thing of all?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, this is directed to Mira, Alyssa, and Mark. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-5113168196685693279?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5113168196685693279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-cant-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5113168196685693279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5113168196685693279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-cant-understand.html' title='What I can&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4395952672621611849</id><published>2009-09-03T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:21:35.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0910'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outbound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>one of those nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm going to type like this because this is a "special" entry, and by special i mean random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyhoo, tomorrow is the field trip, i mean outbound. aha, it's so cute. everyone makes a comment about the field trip, and the phrase "i mean outbound" is automatically included. err, i think everyone should thank the lady who explained the difference between outbound and field trip. but anyway, i'm definitely not excited for the trip. why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lemme tell you a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i used to love nature. the idea of camping, going to forests, and hiking/trekking excites me. that was when i was a child. right about the time i entered the portal of adolescence, i realized that adventure crap is not really the best thing for me. i am too high-maintenance to survive. right now, the thought about going camping just frightens me. up until now, i still don't know the accurate reason behind that unexplainable fear. o.o;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you ask me, i prefer an indoor educational tour, and by that i mean going to fancy buildings and stuff. there are a thousand imaginable museums/fancy places we can go that we've never been to. that's where i wanna go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i suppose my mind will all change tomorrow. i'm a big hyperbole, and all i can think about is freaky stuff. i just pray that it won't rain because if it would, i would totally be not happy. like, not not not not not happy. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't wait to see the falls though. i'm sure it would be wonderful and pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the bus would definitely be funn. i'm still not sure who i'm bus mates with. damn mark won't let me sit beside alyssa D: but i supposed i can't go sit near smym which would be a bore. :( i'll probably ask eudes to sit near us. i have something major to tell him and he absolutely needs it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i gots lots of food but i'm a selfishkid so i'll eat them when everyone else is too full =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;riiight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good night. (:&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/3092825000789472960-4395952672621611849?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4395952672621611849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4395952672621611849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4395952672621611849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-those-nights.html' title='one of those nights.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1278710008517898085</id><published>2009-09-01T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:16:00.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>Pissed.</title><content type='html'>My computer and I aren't the best of friends right now. There is something wrong with it, and it's definitely &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; making me happy. I repeat, NOT HAPPY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then my anti-virus keeps on popping up and asking me if I would allow the file or limit it to be opened. That doesn't bother me much, except that the file exists someplace I have no idea of, and I can't find it on search. That means one thing and that one thing spells out trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's rather kind of frustrating me, especially if the only thing to save my computer is by reformatting it. I don't mind reformatting a computer, but that would also mean I have to re-install about a thousand files. I'm glad to have a back up of all my files but it's not going to be a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll ask my Uncle about this since he's a computer whiz. I hope this gets fixed soon. It's definitely not fun. Not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1278710008517898085?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1278710008517898085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1278710008517898085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1278710008517898085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissed.html' title='Pissed.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4532751482182756679</id><published>2009-08-31T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:43:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love textsfromlastnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-size: 14px; "&gt;(559): Psycho is an understatement. U were running around the house screaming IM UNDER THE IMPERIOUS CURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4532751482182756679?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4532751482182756679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-textsfromlastnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4532751482182756679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4532751482182756679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-textsfromlastnight.html' title='I love textsfromlastnight.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1336998390139494514</id><published>2009-08-31T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:20:16.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh golden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><title type='text'>Oy, look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sptb8jBJHyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sd1JcSuF5DQ/s1600-h/josh+golden.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sptb8jBJHyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sd1JcSuF5DQ/s400/josh+golden.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991675947130658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I showed it to Josh last night, and he loved it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it makes me so darn happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm obsessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/joshgoldenmusic/status/3653081589" title="josh!!"&gt;PROOF.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3092825000789472960-1336998390139494514?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1336998390139494514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/oy-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1336998390139494514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1336998390139494514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/oy-look.html' title='Oy, look.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sptb8jBJHyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sd1JcSuF5DQ/s72-c/josh+golden.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-9093289148845458532</id><published>2009-08-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:30:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRY ME JOSH GOLDEN.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me so happy. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like touched that you called me your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so special now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-9093289148845458532?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9093289148845458532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/marry-me-josh-golden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9093289148845458532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9093289148845458532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/marry-me-josh-golden.html' title='MARRY ME JOSH GOLDEN.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3710752308414931212</id><published>2009-08-29T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:57:44.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh golden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>This Just Makes Me Really Happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Spk9p7yimgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v9NM1bzqcSs/s1600-h/joshgolden.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Spk9p7yimgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v9NM1bzqcSs/s400/joshgolden.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375395420877003266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Spk9pept6jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Vx3OQaqhyok/s1600-h/joshgolden1.PNG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 68px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Spk9pept6jI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Vx3OQaqhyok/s400/joshgolden1.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375395413055367730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning and logged on Twitter (I'm such a whore), and I checked my replies. I was extremely happy to see Josh Golden's name in it. He seriously made me smile and happy. I actually had my moment of fangasm, that I just had to jump around in circles and go back to my bed, lie down, roll around, and mess up my bed. I was that ecstatic. I even danced the ever so popular happy hotdog dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the picture just excites me even more. :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously hyperventilating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-3710752308414931212?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3710752308414931212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-just-makes-me-really-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3710752308414931212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3710752308414931212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-just-makes-me-really-happy.html' title='This Just Makes Me Really Happy.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Spk9p7yimgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/v9NM1bzqcSs/s72-c/joshgolden.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2710774437254499814</id><published>2009-08-26T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:09:44.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='height'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intramurals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dignity'/><title type='text'>Let's shave some dignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stripped off my dignity for him, and in return I got a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pathetic, honestly, but it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so, I dared Regina that I can actually talk to the 3rd year Solano (everyone knows his brother, the senior one) and ask him about his height. In return, she'll buy me a bottle of water. Since she doesn't have anything to do with it, she agreed. I was with her, Riched, and Mark, but unfortunately she had to go to the TLE lab for her gown fitting. So, it was just Mark, Riched, and I. We walked around, seeing him every now and then. Just when he's about to reach us, he always has to turn back, or I would chicken out. We just kept walking, chatting nonchalantly waiting for the right time. There was one point that I think he realized we were following him because we are always there whenever he turns his back or so. I was ABOUT to talk to him, when suddenly, two juniors were with him. It would have been less embarrassing, but I have no idea who those juniors are. Once again, he turned back and went up the Audi-gym. I had an "oh no!" moment, because I might not be able to do it. But yeah, he turned back again, and this time I ran to catch him before he's off the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Excuse, what's your height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Him: 6 feet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh yeah? I'm 5 feet 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-insert his amusement here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (as some sort of postscript) : ...Sorry, it's a dare kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was kind of awkward, and funny. The only thing that alleviated me was that he laughed when I told him I was 5 feet 1 (and a half, forgot to tell him that :P). I will never ever forget the fact that he was amused with me. Haha, I'm such a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to that, is that I'm hanging my head in shame now and I don't think I can actually face him again. It's blatantly exaggerated, but it was embarrassing. But yeah, I lost some of my dignity because he's like new, sometime around July-August? And we have absolutely no idea of each other's palpable presence. But like what I told Mark, I'm a journalist, and a journalist should never chicken out because it's part of their job. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, I did it, and Regina gave me money to buy water:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-2710774437254499814?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2710774437254499814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-shave-some-dignity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2710774437254499814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2710774437254499814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-shave-some-dignity.html' title='Let&apos;s shave some dignity'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8373766287127696313</id><published>2009-08-24T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:06:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why.</title><content type='html'>We've talked things over and we agreed that it's the best way to do such.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why do I actually want to negotiate and talk things over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-8373766287127696313?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8373766287127696313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8373766287127696313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8373766287127696313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me-why.html' title='Tell me why.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-9088010386969587497</id><published>2009-08-22T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:24:19.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my post birthday party. I know it's been forever but we've been planning it since August 3rd. We had plans of visiting Jolo in Makati, but we heard that he got out last Wednesday or Thursday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so unfortunate that Allen, Arwin, Criselle, and Janjan can't go. Anyway, we planned to meet up in Pacita around 9:00. I arrived almost ten, but just so everyone is already there because my Dad gave us a ride. Arwin and Frans weren't there yet so we waited. It was untypical for Arwin to be late since he lives in Southview, around five to ten minutes from our meeting place. We found out why though. Arwin's Mom called Francis and explained that she has no idea about Arwin going out, and such. Apparently, the number Arwin gave was his Mom's number. She explained that Arwin talked to his Dad last night but she had no idea what they talked about. Since he wasn't answering our calls and text, we decided to wait for him a bit since he might not know how to commute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this little girl came to us asking for change. Actually, she came to Eudes and tugged his pants. The funny thing was she won't leave Eudes alone. There was one point that her face got in touch with Eudes' crotch. I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh at people's state, but I wasn't laughing because she was poor, but instead because her face faced Eudes' crotch. Apparently, that wasn't the first time. But nice kid, Eudes, bless his heart, gave change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frans arrived and we were still waiting for Arwin. We decided to leave him, and then he texted Francis through Y!M. So the car ride was noisy, our conversations kept on overlapping. My Dad didn't mind it much though, he was silent all throughout. But anyway, he can't make us shut our mouths even if he goes Silencio on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we ate at Greenwich, my treat. It took us forever merely because we just have to chat and such. By the time we left, we took a picture. The photographer was quite funny. His amusing statements need to be heard, not read. I looked like a retard in the pictures. Sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the cinemas. It had the longest line ever. The Orphan wasn't showing, and so we decided to watch UP. We were planning to watch GI Joe, but Eudes, being such a happy slaughterer already watched the movie. Besides, UP was the movie closest going to be previewed closest to the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP is such a wonderful movie. I honestly cried. Anyway, after the movie my back was wet, and Eudes was beside me. Haha, WD? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we separated for awhile because they wanted to play DOTA. Ara got me a gift, a headband and hair clips. I swear to God, that's all I really want because I don't put a lot of stuff up in my hair. After getting me headbands and such, we went back to XSite and did some mad arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Powerbooks and I almost cried when I saw this book. It was Php 632. But since I'm determined and such, and I got really nice friends, they paid for about Php 135 worth of it, and I gave in my Php 500. Aw, shiz. They're so nice, haha. We went to the food court, and waited for Eudes to return. Then we made plans to go to the rollercoaster, but for some reason I didn't feel like riding it. But in the end we went to XSite. We had this sort of scary encounter. As we took our picture, someone ran to us. It was Eudes. =OO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, so the ride was fun. Except that Ara didn't want to go on again. Francis was apathetic all throughout the ride. Seriously, he was in the front and all that but all I can see was that he was fixing his hand because his bag was slipping. Francis is effed up. After the ride he had to go home, so it was just Ara, Jean, and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-9088010386969587497?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9088010386969587497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9088010386969587497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9088010386969587497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3005028538526882276</id><published>2009-08-19T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:08:17.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advanced algebra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Hello, AA.</title><content type='html'>You successfully made my head stopped functioning for quite a while. Seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exam in Advanced Algebra was difficult, absolutely difficult. The first page questions were fairly easy though. I even got hopes that I'd get a score higher than forty. Ehh, the hopes were killed when I reached the 2nd or 3rd page. The questions seemed gibberish to me. It wasn't making any sense, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last page had zeroes of polynomials and synthetic division questions, so I didn't struggle that much. I actually panicked when I saw the clock at 10:45 and I was still on the twenty-first question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I won't be expecting to receive a line of 9 in AA on my card. I've come to expect an 86? That is, if my score is exactly 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it, AA. Why the hell are you so ferocious? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-3005028538526882276?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3005028538526882276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3005028538526882276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3005028538526882276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-aa.html' title='Hello, AA.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1997267248193638974</id><published>2009-08-17T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:48:48.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kahlil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><title type='text'>SheepGirl.</title><content type='html'>I am now SheepGirl according to Kuhmil, or rather Kahlil. Stfu, Miss Sangel was the first one who kept calling you that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being called SheepGirl does not have anything to do with my passionate love for sheep, nor does it have to do with me being docile and vulnerable, in fact I am the mere opposite. SheepGirl still has something to do with the psychological exam in Chemistry. I took it quite seriously, unlike others, who chose horse just because of a certain homo sapien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to clear up things Kahlil, I am not prioritizing my love life. Meh, you can call me SheepGirl till college and I really will not give a damn. Another thing I have to point out is that you need to stop pushing Francis in my life. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Francis the "handsome in any angle" thing because it was a pick-up line. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And geez, it's not Franciiiiiis, okay? It's someone else. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1997267248193638974?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1997267248193638974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheepgirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1997267248193638974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1997267248193638974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheepgirl.html' title='SheepGirl.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6154245764142801086</id><published>2009-08-15T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:58:25.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>I am 100% sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That the optimists are the ones who have a problem, and not the pessimists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;We're just being realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of unfortunate how schoolbooks tell you what kind of person you should be. If you were to follow it, then you might as well live the perfect life because no one can be that mentally healthy. Let's face it, it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaming the media isn't a good decision either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-6154245764142801086?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6154245764142801086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-100-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6154245764142801086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6154245764142801086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-100-sure.html' title='I am 100% sure'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8382917947353737443</id><published>2009-08-14T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:56:52.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kahlil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><title type='text'>Harhar.</title><content type='html'>Kahlil Carmona: yoo ah.&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona: lovelife girl si hedda!&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona: i just read your blog..&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona: guilty.&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: Oo na.&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: Guilty talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona: and i can't believe you just said na gwapo si francis.&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: It's a pickup line.&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: Masyado niyang sineryoso. xD&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona: or is it part of your guilty lovelife?&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: No, it's not. xD&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona: ayeeee....&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: NYEH&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Carmona:  guilt wraps hedda's red face.&lt;br /&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: Che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-8382917947353737443?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8382917947353737443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/harhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8382917947353737443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8382917947353737443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/harhar.html' title='Harhar.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8733669103814025664</id><published>2009-08-12T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:14:17.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='core values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentation'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I can't wait till this week is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had the IP presentation, and despite the short time preparation given, we did well. I can see that the teachers did not like the diorama that much, and there was the "clay incident", but I still think it's good. The dance was perfect though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the IP, we were all happy because finally, one major project is over. The next thing we are to worry about is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;August Core Values presentation&lt;/span&gt; which we'll be having on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday morning&lt;/span&gt;. It's not as hard as the Integrated Project, but there is just no time. I am very much grateful for the teachers who allotted even just 20 minutes of their time for us to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had the dance drama and aerobics routine in PE and Health, thus cutting more time for us to practice because the two aforementioned dances are our exam in MAPEH. Sadface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday. I've been staying over until 6:00 in school since Monday. I've been sleep deprived AND tired. It wouldn't be that much pain if we're not given assignments and next week is the first periodical tests. Spell time pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're bound to be in school until 7:30 in the evening. I am very much aware at how tiring it will be, and I am really sorry for everyone who has to say. Needless to say, we have to be early on Friday. However, I required everyone to bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; and we will all eat them together before the presentation for sugar rush. I just hope no upchucking will occur, that would be so unfortunate. Mira is also bringing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stresstabs&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, and I will overdose myself with them. Not exaggerating. I need all the energy I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the presentation, I cannot say that we are done - done. We are about done, or halfway done, depending on how you define it. We know what to do, but we just haven't tried putting it all together. A big problem is, we somehow lack cooperation. It was not the same as last year, wherein when one will say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "group yourselves"&lt;/span&gt; we would automatically follow. It saddens me much that we have to shout all the time just to get everyone's attention. Sometimes one has to shout more than once, then when our attention is finally caught, once someone starts speaking, people would slowly start talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time wherein we were presenting our work. We told everyone to just watch, but what happens? They'd start butting in with suggestions. Suggestions aren't really bad, but the fact that you have not seen the whole thing yet, is just... annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom allowed me to not attend school on Friday if I get sick on Thursday. A part of me hopes I get sick, and another part hopes not. Eh, we'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cross your fingers&lt;/span&gt; that we'll be able to do it at least well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; hoping for perfect. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-8733669103814025664?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8733669103814025664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8733669103814025664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8733669103814025664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1199396985512996888</id><published>2009-08-10T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:11:26.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychological test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><title type='text'>Sheep.</title><content type='html'>According to the psychological examination we took during Chemistry today, this is the order of things I prioritize the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, career, pride, money, family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eh, honestly? I was surprised when Miss Flores said that those who chose sheep (she asked us to order animals according to our priority), and there are only 3 of us, are those who are "in love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I seriously thought the sheep was the most harmless of all, but no it meant love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, I obviously felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulls-eye,  definitely. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am very disappointed to know that he's not really that amazing the way he was described. He was very overrated. Haha. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: His accent still blows me away thoughhh. Haha, it's like Canadian and something else. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: I should record him the next time he talks. x]&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/3092825000789472960-1199396985512996888?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1199396985512996888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1199396985512996888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1199396985512996888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheep.html' title='Sheep.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4287899323507730699</id><published>2009-08-08T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:07:06.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qualifying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtg'/><title type='text'>Just To Say I Can</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, I had a wonderful dream. I was walking up the sacred stage to receive my award. It was the red eagle, same as before, but what that dream special was that I had a special award in Mathematics. As the precious gold medal was about to be on my neck, I woke up. Dream's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such thing is impossible. I'm not trying to be pessimistic, but it's true. I'm not good in Math. Last year, I got this high score in our monthly test and I was so ecstatic that my ego must've gone taller than I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the qualifying exam for the Mathematics Trainer's Guild. It's a national organization wherein all Math geeks reunite and role play numbers. Like, the time when seven ate nine (789), or the time when a kid got dyscalculia (number dyslexia) and mixed up all his 6 and 9s. Not really. They do NOT role play that, I think. Seriously, the MTG is, like what I have said, is a national organization wherein students who are gifted with numbers do extensive training and such to hone their already honed skills. To be fair, they have qualifying exams every year. During fourth grade, I joined and I was successful. Sadly, I lost my confirmation slip, so I was not able to join. Last year, sophomore year, I tried joining again. Unfortunately, I didn't pass. This year, I tried again. I'm not really expecting to pass seeing that I am not sure of any of my answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the thing is, I tried. I tried, and I did it just to say I can take a freaking difficult Math exam. Others would chicken out because they know for a fact that they don't do well in Math. Hey, it's just an exam and sooner or later, the MTG people will forget your name if you made such an embarrassing score. I didn't mean for it to sound that bad, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time I opened my booklet, I was appalled. The whole thing seemed like a bunch of jumbled letters mixed together. It was a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Literally. But I reread the questions and tried using the ever so famous Hula-hula Method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was done with the booklet early but I didn't want to pass it yet because the others might think that I'm overconfident. Thank God for Monares (I forgot his first name. I've been calling him by his last name since 5th grade)! He passed his booklet first and everyone else followed him. I waited for a few more moments before I finally passed mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we went outside, we were the only ones finished with the exam. It seems to me that everyone was taking it a wee bit seriously. Well, I took the test about 75% seriously because I spent Php 35.00. That's already a lot of money, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be surprised if I didn't pass the exam. It would be an honor to pass, and I will surely not decline the confirmation slip they'd send.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross your fingers (and toes) that I make it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4287899323507730699?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4287899323507730699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-say-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4287899323507730699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4287899323507730699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-say-i-can.html' title='Just To Say I Can'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4184235046656064037</id><published>2009-08-02T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:13:05.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>It's official. There's no classes on Wednesday in honor of former President Corazon Aquino's death. My Mom wanted to go to her wake, and she might tomorrow (or whenever it's open to the public again). I want to go with her but I have school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very ecstatic when I read the news. I've been doing nothing this week but assignments, assignments, and assignments. It's starting to get old. Raymart is panicking though. We have our Integrated Project presentation and our August Core Values presentation, in addition to that, our dance drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to share about our group's presentation. I am the "light". My role is to bring the light to those who were blinded by sin. It's such a holy role, don't you think? Allen sounded slightly apalled, and I don't blame him. It seems like a big joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Raymart said that we need to meet up on Wednesday. All I can say is damn. Damn it. It's so unfortunate that I live almost about 30 minutes away from school and whenever we're going to meet up, we have to meet somewhere near school, usually in Ministop. Then when we end up early, I can't go home unless Alyssa is there and I'll hitch a ride with them. Commuting = fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever we meet up on Wednesday, I'm one hundred percent sure that we will be able to make miniscule progress. As a group, we bring about chaos and since we have to work on TWO different things at the same time, it'll be hard to make impressive progress. I know we can do it though. After all, we ARE Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to sound that arrogant, but heck, aren't we the best crammers? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4184235046656064037?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4184235046656064037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4184235046656064037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4184235046656064037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4672268444962875670</id><published>2009-08-02T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:17:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor frog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-size: 14px; "&gt;(828): There's a dead frog in my kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;(402): Yeah, you found him outside and decided to give him a bath with your roommates electric toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;(402): The worst part is that you sang Air Supply songs to him as you did it. Poor guy died in the middle of "Making love out of nothing at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4672268444962875670?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4672268444962875670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-frog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4672268444962875670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4672268444962875670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-frog.html' title='Poor frog.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-426667050167517470</id><published>2009-08-01T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:36:42.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corazon aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Corazon Aquino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pep.ph/images/news/8ceccedf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.pep.ph/images/news/8ceccedf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3092825000789472960-426667050167517470?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/426667050167517470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace-corazon-aquino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/426667050167517470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/426667050167517470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace-corazon-aquino.html' title='Rest In Peace Corazon Aquino'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-618666100485963111</id><published>2009-07-31T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:51:35.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Clara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noli Me Tangere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crisostomo Ibarra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balagtas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jose Rizal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibong Adarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florante At Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Oh, Philippine Literature.</title><content type='html'>I remembered freshmen year. The Philippine literature we have to study is Ibong Adarna. It was written in poem, and even though my Philippine vocabulary is really poor, I was able to understand the whole thing. Thanks to Miss Castillo for having that partner report. I remember being partners with Wilbur, and we discussed all about the Serpent. I guess another thing that made me understand Ibong Adarna well is that I already have a background of the story, having read an excerpt from some Filipino book during Gradeschool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, Ibong Adarna is about this magical bird named Adarna. The King got sick and the only cure was the singing of the bird. His first son, went out and searched for it. He succeeded but he fell asleep when the bird started singing. Now, once the bird sings, it'll make you feel sleepy. Just like Jigglypuff, the Pokemon. The first son fell asleep and the bird pooped on him, this then caused him to be turned into stone. Same thing happened to the second brother. The third brother though, succeeded and was able to bring the bird to his Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just a short summary of the story. There's more to it than that. Don Juan is such a womanizer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second year we tackled Florante at Laura. Good Jesus, I hated Florante and Laura. Number one, Francisco Balagtas used really recondite words. I'm not sure if it's him or Consolacion Sauco (she was the author of the book we used). But whatever. It also confused me because the first part of the story, Florante was in the dark forest, and then there was a flashback, and then he was in the forest again. I guess it would have been easier to understand if my Filipino is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't understood the real essence of Florante and Laura. After all, it's a love story and I'm a bitter kid. All I can remember are the characters and that Flerida and Aladin converted into Christianity at the end. I fail, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we're studying Noli Me Tangere by Jose Rizal. It talks about a Filipino's crab mentality and how we were abused by the Spaniards. For once, it's not a poem. It's an actual novel with not so deep words. I'm a happy kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for our ten day Home Study Program, we were asked to answer chapters 1-15 of our book. Spell cruel. No, I'm not blaming Miss Castillo at all. I understand the need to do such thing. But seriously, 15 chapters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pen is all out of ink, and I've already used up about 10 pages of paper? I'm not sure, I'm not counting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crisostomo Ibarra is starting to slowly poison my mind. I mean, literally. He's in my mind all day long. I see his name before I go to bed, and the first thing I'll see is his name when I wake up. It's always Crisostomo Ibarra. Ibarra. Don Rafael. Captain Santiago. Father Damaso (whom I really despise). Father Sibyla. Maria Clara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh. Crisostomo, did you give me a love potion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you tired, Crisostomo? Because you've been running on my mind all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seconds away from burning Noli Me Tangere. I'm just sick and tired of Crisostomo Ibarra. Like, if we're going to discuss about him on Monday, I'll seriously give someone a wedgie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the record, I hate Father Damaso because our names are so close. My last name is DamasCo, and everytime I have to write his name, I always have the urge to write it with a "c".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't blame my Dad for having Spanish blood.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't blame Jose Rizal for giving all his characters Spanish names. Heck, he lived through the Spanish era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-618666100485963111?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/618666100485963111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-philippine-literature.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/618666100485963111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/618666100485963111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-philippine-literature.html' title='Oh, Philippine Literature.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6831956435894821531</id><published>2009-07-30T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:15:27.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greengiantfm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dlsu'/><title type='text'>Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/birthday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i584.photobucket.com/albums/ss284/kimmi_016_2009/happy-bunny-invitations.png" alt="its my birthday Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't that picture the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt; thing ever? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I'm growing up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I turned fifteen last Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (7/29), that means I only have one year left of highschool (not counting this year) and I'm off to college. Ahh. College seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up feeling a wee bit taller than I used to be. I got on the computer and I had a bunch of offline messages greeting me a Happy Birthday. I remembered leaving the computer around 12, and I was still able to chat with Arwin, who thought my birthday is on August 1st. I went on Friendster and Ara spammed my comments with a Happy Birthday. It was the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle got on, and I asked him to greet me on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;greengiantFM&lt;/span&gt; (La Salle's ever so famous radio station. Listen to it!). So, he did. Then they played 21 Guns, and I got so ecstatic. Sarah got on and greeted me there too. So did Eudes. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hex was fantastic, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around four in the afternoon or so, a lot were online and they were tuning into the greengiantfm. It was the most overwhelming thing ever. They were all greeting me Happy Birthday. I forgot who the DJ was, but he was a boy, and he pronounced my name as "Heyduh". Talk about slang! The whole hour or so was filled with greetings for me. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I was still tuning in to the radio. Sarah iMed me and told me to listen carefully. The DJ said something about requests and shoutouts coming in. Sarah told me that she made a "special" request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Sarah suggested for the song Papparazzi or just gave a long greeting. But guess what she requested for? She requested for them to sing me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. The DJ's (which I still can't remember the name, but I'll post them when I remember) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sung a Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It was pretty sweet. Unfortunately, I failed to record it. Then when Ericka greeted Arselyn, they rememebered that it was my birthday too! This was before the "special" request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've officially made up my mind about going to DLSU. I don't think I'll be considering UP now, unless they'll have a cool radio station too. Lmfao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS;; I learned from DJ Kris (was it?) that you say legume quite the same why you'd pronounce resume. Like, le-joo-may? :P&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/3092825000789472960-6831956435894821531?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6831956435894821531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6831956435894821531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6831956435894821531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4276280480829209999</id><published>2009-07-29T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:33:43.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domination.</title><content type='html'>We dominated the greengiantfm this morning. Kyle, Eudes, and Sarah were greeting me, and the DJ said something about me being a popular kid. Bwaha. They also said that they're going to change the show's name to the Hedda Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those DJs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4276280480829209999?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4276280480829209999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/domination.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4276280480829209999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4276280480829209999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/domination.html' title='Domination.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7017570714983160177</id><published>2009-07-29T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:30:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Chapters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 Chapters of Noli Me Tangere ate my brain. x_x&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/3092825000789472960-7017570714983160177?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7017570714983160177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-chapters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7017570714983160177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7017570714983160177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-chapters.html' title='15 Chapters'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6542334233163934390</id><published>2009-07-28T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:45:14.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a new shirt? (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want those cool University/Little Miss/Statement shirts? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Order some shirts from Rose Anne Gopez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to the Augustinians (Southwoods). You won't have to pay for any shipping fees, so go buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View her &lt;a href="http://buhayrosas.multiply.com/photos/album/211"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for the shirt designs and dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female shirts are for PHP 300 and Male shirts are for PHP 350 only.&lt;br /&gt;Go buy now! =)&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/3092825000789472960-6542334233163934390?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6542334233163934390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/want-new-shirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6542334233163934390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6542334233163934390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/want-new-shirt.html' title='Want a new shirt? (:'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7199041475866623905</id><published>2009-07-28T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:36:33.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happ Birthday Miss Nenen and David. :)&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/3092825000789472960-7199041475866623905?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7199041475866623905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/happ-birthday-miss-nenen-and-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7199041475866623905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7199041475866623905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/happ-birthday-miss-nenen-and-david.html' title=''/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2428867094269510169</id><published>2009-07-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:00:03.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasensya na Eloi,</title><content type='html'>I got carried away with the comment. Kaya ayown, ganon kahaba. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-2428867094269510169?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2428867094269510169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/pasensya-na-eloi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2428867094269510169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2428867094269510169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/pasensya-na-eloi.html' title='Pasensya na Eloi,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3576746809627739823</id><published>2009-07-27T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:45:56.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disrespect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONA'/><title type='text'>Disrespect, much?</title><content type='html'>Today was the president's State Of the Nation Address (in short, SONA). I'm very aware of how much a lot of us are disliking the president. I won't say anything about that, your opinion is your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the actual SONA started, around four o'clock was it? I was sitting in my room, facing the computer, with a sweating can of Sprite by its side, and a pack of cookies sitting on the printer. I was chatting with a few people and the television was on. I understood how big this SONA is since this is the final SONA of our president. I was just there, trying to listen what she was telling when suddenly, I got this group message sent by someone, a schoolmate actually. It was a political joke. I brushed it off and clicked the x button. Once again, he sent another one, and like what I've done, I didn't mind it. I went to the loo and check my phone. I got two or three messages. It was another political joke about our president. When I went back to the computer, the same kid has group messaged about 3 or 4 more. At that point in time, I got annoyed. There's nothing wrong with giving out political jokes, whether they may be offensive. But of course, there is always a limit, right? He has gone beyond the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that he doesn't have any good feelings towards the president but as the president, and as a human being, she deserves every right to be respected no matter how much she fails at being a citizen. Heck, you are even asked to respect bloody criminals right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being annoyed, I sent a group message saying something along these lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MY GOD. Aren't you all going to stop with these Arroyo Jokes? Enough guys, please. 1.) It's annoying. 2.) It's disrespectful, and 3.) It's not really humorous. I hope y'all are satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon, can't you keep the nasty comments to yourself? And don't you even try the freedom of expression crap with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. If you ask me, I loved the President's speech. I may not like everything she has done, but I'm glad to know that she exerted an effort in making the country better. Hey, she's human, and she's fallible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that kid, all I have to say is that you ought to watch your words. Your hatred to the President is understandable, but your comments are not. It was really rude. Calling her a liar, insulting her height (you're not tall yourself, either so stfu), her mole (Jesus, what does that have to do with her speech?), and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you a question. If ever you were the one in her position and you get to read all those awful comments, how exactly will you feel? Horrible, I know. Add to that a whole bunch of effing strangers who have nothing to do but put you down. Most of which are illiterate and have no idea of what they're saying. How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm positively, 100% sure that you wouldn't enjoy it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-3576746809627739823?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3576746809627739823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/disrespect-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3576746809627739823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3576746809627739823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/disrespect-much.html' title='Disrespect, much?'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7610479291494205017</id><published>2009-07-27T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:47:25.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eloi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Hey Eloisa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sm1NZNOfs-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/d8gCPoV7L2k/s1600-h/happy+birthday+eloi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sm1NZNOfs-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/d8gCPoV7L2k/s400/happy+birthday+eloi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363027826710655970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7610479291494205017?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7610479291494205017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-eloisa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7610479291494205017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7610479291494205017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-eloisa.html' title='Hey Eloisa,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sm1NZNOfs-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/d8gCPoV7L2k/s72-c/happy+birthday+eloi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6070717026853710244</id><published>2009-07-26T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:30:45.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled</title><content type='html'>August 1st plans are cancelled. Jan told me earlier that he can't go because he won't have any money to spent on due to a week of no allowance. I told him to ask his parents for some money, if it will be okay. He said he'll try. I've been asking Frans and Arwin and they're telling me to do it. Especially since it will serve as the "break" from that month's worth of load we're doing. I agree with that, and so does my Mom. But I don't want to not have Janjan with us. Arselyn won't come too. My birthday mate. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I just learned from Syd that he can't come because his Mom is in Baguio. Boohoo. The last time we went out, Syd had to cancel because his sister was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa, we're going to have it on August 8th, that is if we don't have Saturday classes. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out on the 29th, honestly. But I don't think anyone will go with me. Booo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-6070717026853710244?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6070717026853710244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6070717026853710244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6070717026853710244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/cancelled.html' title='Cancelled'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3674140057452854517</id><published>2009-07-24T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:25:29.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>Fan Kidz</title><content type='html'>We've been on a mad HP obsession these days in school. In fact, I'm feeling terribly sorry for those non-HP fans. I'm sure you're tired with our endless babbling about the matter, and our voicing out regarding the 6th movie. But you have to admit, it does bring out fun in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, there has been some duellings in class. Have you ever watched Harry Potter (I made a typo the first time in which it resulted to Happy Rotter, ha. Share.) and the Chamber of Secrets? They had this duelling time by the middle of the movie, and that's the exact scene that Syd and his gang are emulating. They'd use Francis' arnis sticks. Frankly, their "wands" seem like an innuendo to me. But yeah, it's the funniest thing I've seen in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Expelliarmus (or some other spell)&lt;br /&gt;Frans: Deflectttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syd: Avada Kedavra (or, once again, another spell)&lt;br /&gt;Jan: -ducks- Ay, kapos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. So that's that. Another thing is that all we seem to talk about is Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching Excalibur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Merlin walks in-&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: Merlin looks like a death eater/Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another scene with Merlin&lt;br /&gt;Me: His cane looks like Lucius'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I thought Merlin was a good wizard and that he's the brother of Dumbledore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that Le Morte D' Arthur is the knightly version of Harry Potter, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-3674140057452854517?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3674140057452854517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/fan-kidz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3674140057452854517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3674140057452854517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/fan-kidz.html' title='Fan Kidz'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8463574370648548059</id><published>2009-07-24T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:13:31.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIRD YEARS! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here are the Homeworks given to us. (:&lt;br /&gt;You can also check on this if you're not from St. Clare of Montefalco as long as you have the same teacher with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - Ms. Flores&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Ms. Castillo&lt;br /&gt;CVE - Sir Mansalay&lt;br /&gt;AA - Ms. Bruno&lt;br /&gt;English - Sir Licky&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH - Ms. Dee&lt;br /&gt;Geometry - Ms. Garcia&lt;br /&gt;SS - Sir Rocky&lt;br /&gt;TLE - Sir Vitug&lt;br /&gt;Comp - Ms. Adviento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CVE&lt;br /&gt;*Do the student activity on p. 13&lt;br /&gt;*Read chapter 2 of your book and answer the 4 review questions on p. 32 (write it on 1 whole sheet of paper)&lt;br /&gt;*compose again a prayer using the format taught in class with concluding paper (short bond paper w/ design or background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;*read and answer all activities in the english journal&lt;br /&gt;*read the excerpt from Le Morte D Arthur&lt;br /&gt;answer the ff:&lt;br /&gt;a. understanding the text (p.29)&lt;br /&gt;b. activity under value infusion (p.30)&lt;br /&gt;c. post-test (p. 31)&lt;br /&gt;-study the rule on subj-verb agreement&lt;br /&gt;answer the ff:&lt;br /&gt;a. pretest (p. 58)&lt;br /&gt;b. act. and post test (pp.60-61)&lt;br /&gt;-optional: watch any arthurian movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINO&lt;br /&gt;-sagutan ang kabanata 1-15 ng Noli.&lt;br /&gt;-pagsasanay o gawain I, II a and b, IV at V&lt;br /&gt;-isulat sa isang buong papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH&lt;br /&gt;*SW #2 p/55 A 1-15&lt;br /&gt;#3 p.65 D 1-10&lt;br /&gt;#4 p. 66 IV 1-20&lt;br /&gt;#5 p. 66 V 1-15&lt;br /&gt;#6 p. 87 A 1-10&lt;br /&gt;#7 p. 221 E 1-5 F 1-5&lt;br /&gt;#8 p. 222 G 1-3&lt;br /&gt;-your notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH&lt;br /&gt;illuminated manuscript&lt;br /&gt;*i/8 illustration board (black for base)&lt;br /&gt;use recycled materials for decorations&lt;br /&gt;gold or silver inked pens for lettering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;br /&gt;perform the ff. activities, record observations and accomplish the act.&lt;br /&gt;a. act no.8-floating food pp.35-38&lt;br /&gt;b. no.9 - the wave bottle pp.39-42&lt;br /&gt;(finish product will be submitted on aug 4, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;-in a short bond paper, illustrate at least 5 diff. techniques for separating the components of mixture. label the apparatus, equipments and chemicals used.&lt;br /&gt;-in a whole pad paper, answer chapter test no.2 on pp.33-34&lt;br /&gt;-in your ntbk, draw the diff. models of the atoms and briefly describe each.&lt;br /&gt;-memorize the chemical symbols and chemical name of the elements in the periodic table.&lt;br /&gt;-make a replica of periodic table of elements in a 1/16 size of ill. board whcich will only show chemical symbol atomic num. and atomic mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Social Studies:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;-Make a map of ancient Egypt @ the Minoan (&amp;amp;A) Civilization.&lt;br /&gt;-Enumerate events and contributions under Minoan and Myceanean Civilization.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, 3, and 4&lt;br /&gt;-Answer letters A, B, and D on page 69.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;-enumerate prominent people of the Greek civilization and give their contributions and describe their known description/image.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, 7, and 8:&lt;br /&gt;-pp. 82-83 (ABCD)&lt;br /&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;-make a timeline of events under the Roman civilization.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10&lt;br /&gt;-Enumerate preminent people during the Roman Civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer:&lt;br /&gt;-Apply the text tool in creating text art.&lt;br /&gt;-Faithfully follow the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;-Illustrate a frame by frame text art based on a given requirement such as:&lt;br /&gt;a. interval of frames&lt;br /&gt;b. special letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials: Use one short bond paper. See page 28 of your book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE:&lt;br /&gt;No special assignment given. Just practice soldering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm not sure if you're suppose to buy your own soldering tool and sucking tool, but as far as I know, you're supposed to bring soldering tool and extension cord on Aug. 3rd. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Enjooy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-8463574370648548059?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8463574370648548059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8463574370648548059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8463574370648548059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-years.html' title='THIRD YEARS! :)'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1666913794154287414</id><published>2009-07-24T08:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:38:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Today is Day 1. I just woke up and I'm already starting with the home study program they gave yesterday. I'm planning to have it all done before my birthday. I know it's going to be freaking impossible with how much work they gave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;CVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*Do the student activity on p. 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*Read chapter 2 of your book and answer the 4 review questions on p. 32 (write it on 1 whole sheet of paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*compose again a prayer using the format taught in class with concluding paper (short bond paper w/ design or background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*read and answer all activities in the english journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*read the excerpt from Le Morte D Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;answer the ff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;a. understanding the text (p.29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;b. activity under value infusion (p.30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;c. post-test (p. 31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-study the rule on subj-verb agreement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;answer the ff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;a. pretest (p. 58)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;b. act. and post test (pp.60-61)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-optional: watch any arthurian movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;FILIPINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-sagutan ang labanata 1-15 ng Noli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-pagsasanay o gawain I, II a and b, IV at V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-isulat sa isang buong papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;MATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*SW #2 p/55 A 1-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#3 p.65 D 1-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#4 p. 66 IV 1-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#5 p. 66 V 1-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#6 p. 87 A 1-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#7 p. 221&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#8 --------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;MAPEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;illuminated manuscript &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;*i/8 illustration board (black for base)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;use recycled materials for decorations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;gold or silver inked pens for lettering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;perform the ff. activities, record observations and accomplish the act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;a. act no.8-floating food pp.35-38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;b. no.9 - the wave bottle pp.39-42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(finish product will be submitted on aug 4, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-in a short bond paper, illustrate at least 5 diff. techniques for separating the components of mixture. label the apparatus, equipments and chemicals used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-in a whole pad paper, answer chapter test no.2 on pp.33-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-in your ntbk, draw the diff. models of the atoms and briefly describe each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-memorize the chemical symbols and chemical name of the elements in the periodic table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-make a replica of periodic table of elements in a 1/16 size of ill. board whcich will only show chemical symbol atomic num. and atomic mass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-family:Dauphin;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Social Studies:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;-Make a map of ancient Egypt @ the Minoan (&amp;amp;A) Civilization.&lt;br /&gt;-Enumerate events and contributions under Minoan and Myceanean Civilization.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, 3, and 4&lt;br /&gt;-Answer letters A, B, and D on page 69.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;-enumerate prominent people of the Greek civilization and give their contributions and describe their known description/image.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, 7, and 8:&lt;br /&gt;-pp. 82-83 (ABCD)&lt;br /&gt;Day 9&lt;br /&gt;-make a timeline of events under the Roman civilization.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10&lt;br /&gt;-Enumerate preminent people during the Roman Civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer:&lt;br /&gt;-Apply the text tool in creating text art.&lt;br /&gt;-Faithfully follow the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;-Illustrate a frame by frame text art based on a given requirement such as:&lt;br /&gt; a. interval of frames&lt;br /&gt; b. special letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials: Use one short bond paper. See page 28 of your book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got the list from Criselle. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well go finish everything now. kthnxbai. D:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1666913794154287414?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1666913794154287414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1666913794154287414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1666913794154287414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-days.html' title='10 Days'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8069005933197726526</id><published>2009-07-22T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:37:47.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom felton'/><title type='text'>I Just Spent Half an Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7000000/draco-draco-malfoy-7004865-337-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7000000/draco-draco-malfoy-7004865-337-500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking at this pretty face;;&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/3092825000789472960-8069005933197726526?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8069005933197726526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-spent-half-hour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8069005933197726526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8069005933197726526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-spent-half-hour.html' title='I Just Spent Half an Hour'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-933296743495589003</id><published>2009-07-21T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:14:59.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wicked'/><title type='text'>Mail, HP, and Wicked</title><content type='html'>Ayeee, today is a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's the last day of exams. I only studied in Social Studies. I forgot to study in Advanced Algebra. To be honest, I don't love to study in Math for exams. How am I suppose to know what problems I should work on right? They're given... randomly. Luckily, my notes were good enough and I just read them over and over again. They're bound to get in my brain somehow. Eudes was nice enough to show me the Egyptian timeline. Sir Joner gave a copy to his students, and Eudes have a lot of connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I watched Harry Potter today. I won't be a spoiler if you haven't watched the movie yet. It was so damn good. I cannot see the disappointment they are talking about. I'm not the one to compare the book from the movie anyway, unless the movie absolutely sucked. The effects, as usual, were breathtaking. David Yates is a good director. I have to admit that I didn't read the book before the movie was shown, and I don't have plans on reading the book now. I agree with what Ate Patrisha (our debate "coach") said in her blog. It was the same thing that my Mom said. Even my Mom wasn't disappointed with the movie. When it ended though, I felt like it happened so fast, haha. Draco was still mmm hot damn. He looks really, really gorgeous with what he was wearing almost all throughout the movie. For some reason, Bellatrix annoyed the hell out of me in this movie. I know that's the way her character is supposed to be, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I bought Wicked. Yes. After debating with my mind while we were going to the bookstore, I told my Mom that I'm going to buy Wicked as a birthday present... for myself. I haven't started reading yet because I'm in the middle of reading Prince Caspian and The Magic Nephew's Tree, or something similar to that by C.S Lewis. All I know is that it's part of the Chronicles or Narnia. I borrowed it from the library today. But if I can't help it, I would really start reading Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last epic thing that happened was Jen received her letter. I'm so ecstatic. You see, I haven't mailed a letter to anyone out of the Philippines except for my Dad. But that was when sending letters were still a popular thing. I can remember walking to this post office with my Mom. We're going to pass by this filthy store, and the post office itself is so dark and smelly, you'd puke. But yeah, Jen said that my handwriting was tiny. Haha, well... that's true enough. I really do have tiny writing. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay, today is a good day. :]&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to be off to start making the e-invite project in Filipino, my READ program news revision, and the typing thing for Sir Vitug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-933296743495589003?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/933296743495589003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/mail-hp-and-wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/933296743495589003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/933296743495589003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/mail-hp-and-wicked.html' title='Mail, HP, and Wicked'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5132706637582606312</id><published>2009-07-20T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:43:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Throwing Something In</title><content type='html'>The first thing I hate is impressing someone. The mere fact that someone tries to impress me is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Let me clear something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone impresses me because of their knowledge, I am either impressed or not impressed. I don't get annoyed though. Things like that, in my opinion, are stuff you should brag about. After all, it's not everyday that you see someone with 100%s right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to brag about money, and other material things? That's just wrong. For one, it degrades a person. There's nothing wrong about being rich, but bragging about it is something else. There are times when I feel like I want to shank someone when they start talking about their material wealth. Like, how many millions can they spend in one mall, what company their parents own? Jesus, please. Let me remind you, it's not YOU who made that sort of money and success right? It's your parents'. Not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, don't try to fool us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong about bringing or owning something secondhand. You don't have to go tell us that you had it especially made that way (in which it looks like a thousand cats had fun scratching it). We're not blind. We won't say anything bad against you if you tell us the truth. In fact, the more you lie, the more we hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'll be frank. I am sick and tired of you trying to control us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're human beings, okay? We're fallible. You're not perfect. Therefore, you can't expect us to fit in with you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that we can't act and be like you. We have fun with our lives, and you don't. I am terribly sorry that you don't get to do anything that fun much because you'll be called a hypocrite (sarcasm intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to criticize us and talk about us as if we don't have any idea of it. You're not really that subtle, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to pick on us, and I have to admit, you can offend us. Are we really the only ones you have set your eyes on? It seems to me that one of your hobbies is criticizing us, telling us how much badly we suck. We know that we can never please you, and you know that you will never see the good in us. Why don't you just take a break and stop saying that we're the pests of your life? We're not exactly ecstatic about being with you, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is not meant for anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-5132706637582606312?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5132706637582606312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-throwing-something-in.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5132706637582606312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5132706637582606312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-throwing-something-in.html' title='Just Throwing Something In'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6720300377546106657</id><published>2009-07-19T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:19:04.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye glasses'/><title type='text'>Being Four-Eyed Sucks</title><content type='html'>I hate being four-eyed. I'm lost without my glasses or contacts. When I first got them, I only wear them when I have to meaning they're out of my pocket when I'm watching a show, copying something off the board, and crossing a street or reading a street sign. That thing worked well for two years. The third time I changed eye-glasses, my vision was so damned that I am obliged to wear my glasses 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I change glasses every year. The one I'm wearing now has been mine since December last year. This is my fourth pair. It's July and I am in need of new eye-glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm supposed to change eye glasses every 6 months. No way. I used to think that was impossible, but unfortunately, it IS possible. I know someone who changes their eye-glasses every 6 months due to persistent increase of eye grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my glasses, but I hate having them.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of eye surgery is good, but I'm scared. What if it'll be the cause of my blindness?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gee.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I'm destined to have eye-glasses till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Do you get your 20/20 vision back when you're in heaven? Not that I'm assured that I'd go to heaven. But let's wait after I'm done with purgatory. Who knows how long I'll be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-6720300377546106657?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6720300377546106657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-four-eyed-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6720300377546106657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6720300377546106657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-four-eyed-sucks.html' title='Being Four-Eyed Sucks'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-9202689313194264735</id><published>2009-07-18T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:51:43.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous.</title><content type='html'>I really admit that I am extremely jealous of the Computer project of the sophomores under Miss Co. They're tasked to make a blog and write something in it. I'm not sure if they have to jazz up their blog, but I've seen some ask how to add photos and change their layouts just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a project like that too. Last year, we had Dreamweaver and we our knowledge about HTML deepened. Unfortunately, we weren't able to host our own websites unlike the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd do my version of their project for fun and self satisfaction. I've read quite a few blogs and they were all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-9202689313194264735?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9202689313194264735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9202689313194264735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9202689313194264735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/jealous.html' title='Jealous.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3503682202055939203</id><published>2009-07-18T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:30:55.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Face</title><content type='html'>I changed my layout. It's pretty simple, and the font is tiny but still readable. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I can't add my Follower Widget now, that means if someone has to follow my blog, they have to do it manually. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-3503682202055939203?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3503682202055939203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3503682202055939203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3503682202055939203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-face.html' title='A New Face'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4064871290409796764</id><published>2009-07-18T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:03:39.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Today</title><content type='html'>I thought we're going to Bulacan today because it's the birthday of my half brother's daughters. Although it's fine even if we don't have to go. My Dad then told me to get ready because my Mom said we're going to watch Harry Potter today. Okay, what the hell? We can't watch today. First off, it's a Saturday meaning a lot of families will be going to the cinema and watch it. I doubt that Festival will have all their 9 cinemas open exclusively showing Harry Potter. Besides I have to study. I also have plans of seeing Syd on Sunday to watch Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad told me that we're going to Bulacan tomorrow and visit the twins. I was like, "What about Harry Potter?" and once again, he told me his ever favorite reason: "Harry Potter will still be there next week. When you watch it the next weekend, it won't be different." Well, what if I say that Bulacan will still be there next week, huh? I really hope that he understands that Harry Potter is my only happiness in life. I sound deprived, but I'm not, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I told my Mom that we have to watch HP on Sunday. That would be a treat for myself for studying this Saturday, and it's a sort of break from exam pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we go to Bulacan tomorrow, I won't go. Bulacan is too far, somewhere in the north. We might take a few stop overs in Quezon City or Manila. The only thing I'm excited for that is I might get my birthday presents (I sound so materialistic) and we can finally go to Trinoma. -win-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4064871290409796764?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4064871290409796764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4064871290409796764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4064871290409796764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-today.html' title='Not Today'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7375068247961823235</id><published>2009-07-16T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:31:21.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>I have the habit of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;waving to my "friends"&lt;/span&gt; everytime Alyssa, Regina, and I will pass by the third graders when we're going upstairs. I wave to any kid who's looking out the window whether I know them or not. It's become such a habit for me to look at kids who're looking out the window, and then I'll wave at them. Some glare at me, some just keep on staring as if they're lost in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while the three of us were talking, this random third grader said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hello"&lt;/span&gt; to me. At first, I have to admit, I was dumb founded with the kid. But since I got distracted from our talk, I mumbled "hi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, the three of us just started laughing. I now have a new best friend. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7375068247961823235?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7375068247961823235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7375068247961823235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7375068247961823235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-188817362649581650</id><published>2009-07-15T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:41:36.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Miss This Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/27/54657215/1_417543749l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/27/54657215/1_417543749l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arwin / Mr. Independent's &lt;/span&gt;face. The last time I saw him was this Monday, when he went to school. It was freaking amazing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we all tend to over react when Arwin comes. After all, he's not really a celebrity, isn't he? But he's just so... Arwin that it's unnatural to find him not with Clare and SMYM. When I found out that he's not going to be our classmate this year (along with Gabo), I felt so sad and disappointed for two reasons. One, the SMYM is broken up, and two, things are not the same with Arwin. He has this Arwiny essence with him that makes everything fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read Arselyn's blog about the farewell to Arwin. It was quite a sad entry. Brent feels like a million miles away from CSA and everything. Of course, chances are our vacations would mix up because international schools usually follow the US or UK school system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arwin's last day in school was last&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; June 22nd, the Monday wherein I was absent with flu&lt;/span&gt;. When classes were over, I was texting Wilbur, Syd, and Ara. They were telling me that Arwin came to school and had the "picture-taking". When I got on Y!M, a lot of people iMed me about it. It's obvious how much we all think how important and big Arwin is. Later the same night, he texted me. He asked me why was I not around and I had to explain that I was sick. He told me that it's a shame because it was his last day. I asked him if he would still go back to CSA. He replied that he might not, but we should not forget to inform him of any events that will happen so he can go and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just reminiscing about Arwin. It's not as if he died, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he moved to Brent&lt;/span&gt;. He is certainly farther now than he used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Arwin way back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6th grade&lt;/span&gt;. I can remember that he was the new student in our class, and by some weird coincidence we got seated together for the first day of classes. He was a really nice guy, and I happened to realize how good he was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered when during Math class Sir Apistar will tell us to start exchanging our papers for checking and Arwin will subtly show me his answers and encourage me to go on, despite being told to stop writing. He was a good Math teacher too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshmen year, we were classmates again. I was shocked at how he suddenly got taller. During 6th grade, we were almost of the same height, or I was a tad taller. Two months just passed by, and whoa! I have to literally look up when talking to him. Anyway, he didn't really change that much except that he got to be best friends with Syd. He and I didn't had that much enjoyment and bonding during our Freshmen year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year. Ah, this has got to be the most eventful year. He and his friends, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMYM&lt;/span&gt; are pretty good friends with Ara, Alyssa, and I so everytime we go to the mall, you can bet that they're always with us. This is probably the year that I was closest to Arwin, despite the fact that he suddenly developed a snobby attitude. Haha, he's actually braver that year. He can start telling my classmate something rude in which he doesn't really intentionally to. Another thing was that he was so bonded with Syd, I assumed that they have a clandestine (kidding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can never forget was during the AYC elections. Miss Cruzada asked us who are the interested students to run for the student council. Arwin kept on muttering something about literally running and how he can do it. And so, out of randomness, we encouraged him to run. He and Miss Cruzada even had a funny exchange of words. When Arwin raised his hand, we all started applauding for him. Then Miss Cruzada asked him in what position will he run. Arwin was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what's the available position?"&lt;/span&gt; In which Miss Cruzada replied that Arwin's response is enough to make her do cartwheels in front of our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dismissal, we thought Arwin will not do it. But true to his word, he signed up for treasurer. If that's not shocking enough, he was an independent candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told all my servicemates to vote for him, since he wasn't so popular. One of my servicemates even commented on how brave he was to run alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a good candidate even if he didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the time they had an exposure trip. I wasn't with them but Mrs. Siasat told us stories. They went to the senate and get to meet the senators. Arwin told Sen. Jinggoy Estrada (from what I can remember): &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is a privilege to meet you, Senator.&lt;/span&gt; Then he also told Sen. Bong Revilla to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;look at his camera&lt;/span&gt; for the picture taking. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered the time that we were practicing for the IP. Kyle and I were looking for the SMYM and we saw them fooling around with the audio player. I asked Kyle to dance the Happy Hotdog Dance while the song Funkytown was on. As Kyle was dancing, Arwin went to the other side with a pokerface, and started dancing this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird robot dance&lt;/span&gt;. It was shocking. He danced randomly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the singing sessions they have during Math class. Since they adore Michael Jackson sooo much, they sung &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heal the World&lt;/span&gt;. Once again, I can remember Arwin starting the song and having the loudest voice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's my Arwin timeline. :]&lt;br /&gt;I definitely can't wait for August 1st. I get to see him again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-188817362649581650?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/188817362649581650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-this-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/188817362649581650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/188817362649581650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-this-face.html' title='I Miss This 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I've been up since 8, thanks to my Mom (and my aching back) telling me that we can't watch Ice Age 3 today. I am so pissed. It's for the reason that my Dad isn't around and he can't drop me off my Mom's office later. It's good that she knows how I feel about her office. I hate that place. She has a computer but it has no Internet. There's no wiFi either so I can't use a laptop or PSP. I'd do my homework, but that would mean I need a computer to do it. Ha. Basically, I spent the whole half of the day re-reading So Totally Emily Ebbers by Lisa Yee. Around 2 PM, my Dad comes in and tells me that it's 2 in the afternoon. I did the usual eyebrow raising I always do. He left me alone upon seeing that I'm absorbed in whatever I am reading. 30 minutes later, he came in again and said we're going to leave now. Okay? I was like, wtf. I haven't taken a bath, my hair is a mess, and my back was still aching. I asked him where we are going and he said that we're going to my cousin's place way in the north. Eh, go there instead of seeing Ice Age? I told him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been receiving texts last night from almost everyone. They've been saying hello, and one thought it was my birthday. Unfortunately, I don't think I'd be buying load this weekend. I usually buy one when we're going out because Globe has a weak signal where I live. I'd transfer to Smart but everyone in CSA uses Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has this week been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting, yet, once again, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had the presentation in Social Studies. I was supposed to play Amenhotep, and due to the lovely 3 seconds make-up Mira did, I had to remove my glasses. The whole world was a blur. Jouella and Allen were telling me something but I can't exactly understand them. I know that I have to use my ears, but when someone is talking to me, it makes me understand them more when I have my glasses on and the world is clear place. I can't really explain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, but I felt like a retarded person, talking to them and then not being able to see them clearly. Anyway, despite of Jolo's absence, we were able to perform well getting a perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jolo, he's been absent for a week, and I don't have the load to text him. I was so glad when replied to my comment on Friendster even though that comment was given last week. For whatever happened last week, I'm glad that he's okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a copy of Macromedia Flash 8, the same Flash program our school uses. Eudes and I have a wonderful plan with it. -insert demonic laugh here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had quizzes the whole week. My brain cells died sometime during Wednesday. Some of the quizzes were fairly easy, some weren't. The quiz in Advanced Algebra was not so easy. I know the answers, but I ended up writing something else on my paper. I got a ten out of fifteen. It's good enough, same as my seatwork score. I remembered one number wherein I had four different unions and the answer was the set of real numbers. Fail, fail, fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we watched the Core Value Presentation of fourth year St. Augustine, the cream section. We're assigned for August, in which the Core Value is Devotion to Study. I won't be a hypocrite. I'm not devoted to my studies. Haha. I just do the best that I can with my lack of studying. My Mom believes I can be better if I study. Yeah, right. I don't want to mess up the top ten (that's a big joke)! We started planning for our presentation and Raymart got the idea of showing a Harry Potter themed presentation. Of course, I got so excited. But later on during the day, Sir Vitug said that our original idea was good enough and that we should not just do an HP themed thingy. I was so heartbroken. So was Alyssa. According to Francis, Sir was probably not thinking of a funny HP. But whatever, I'm still going to do an HP themed script (same with Alyssa) for self satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the best conversation with my "buddy". I find him interesting rather than impressing. He doesn'tget impressed with what I have to say, and I don't get too impressed with what he's saying either. Feelings are mutual between us. I like conversations like that. Although I have to say, I was impressed with what he told me when we were talking about school. That one line made me go "Whoa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my birthday. 18 days! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-6912941004188314454?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6912941004188314454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-one-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6912941004188314454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6912941004188314454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-one-picture.html' title='Just One Picture'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1136028337208786433</id><published>2009-07-08T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:33:24.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill.</title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this, I'm listening to Motion City Soundtrack's Last Night. I'm finally done with my Josh Golden obsession, at least for now. I still get the urge to replay him over and over again once I hear his lovely voice. Anyway, I love the new MCS, they sound so relaxing. The old one is good too, punk, but still perfect to the ears. Haha, that's actually a biased opinion. But I'm glad I got at least two of my friends hooked on MCS. Well, not exactly hooked, but they seem to like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever mentioned that I am in a band.  It's a band started by Frans and Jolo. I'm the keyboard-ist. The word itself gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching badly right now. For some reason I start to itch everywhere when there's no electric fan or airconditioning. My body just can't take it. I'll itch so much that it looks like I'm having allergies. It's such a pain -scratches itch-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a drink of water. Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1136028337208786433?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1136028337208786433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/chill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1136028337208786433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1136028337208786433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/chill.html' title='Chill.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1956331392810220795</id><published>2009-07-07T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:04:30.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arwin'/><title type='text'>5, 4, 3, 2, 1</title><content type='html'>I was just watching this TV show and the kid falls down the stairs. How many times I've seen this kind of scene? I think all Filipino movies/TV shows have that scene. It makes me laugh. It's so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realized how I missed Arwin. Like, his jokes and silly sayings. One thing I can't forget is how he says "okay". He says it as: "oh-KEI!" with a big stress on "oh". I can't wait for August 1st. We get to see him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of Arwin, I was looking at his Friendster profile and the caption in one of his photos made my night. It was his default picture, actually. He was lying down on a bed eating Pringles. The caption said: Ang sarap ng Pringles, noh? Inggit na sila... (Pringles are yummy, no? Jealous?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yes, we all know how yummy Pringles are, Arwin. And yes, we are jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I can just imagine him saying that. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1956331392810220795?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1956331392810220795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-4-3-2-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1956331392810220795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1956331392810220795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-4-3-2-1.html' title='5, 4, 3, 2, 1'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4559603057107063320</id><published>2009-07-05T14:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:27:52.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first time that I'm confused about doing an assignment. Really. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4559603057107063320?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4559603057107063320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-first-time-that-im-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4559603057107063320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4559603057107063320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-first-time-that-im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5540489716897247883</id><published>2009-07-04T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:11:38.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>17 Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sterling%20knight" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp123/PINKFLAMINGOS003/GRAPHICS/ACTORS/STERLING%20KNIGHT/Sterling.png" alt="05/05/09 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling Knight. ♥&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/3092825000789472960-5540489716897247883?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5540489716897247883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5540489716897247883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5540489716897247883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-again.html' title='17 Again.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3323611967023284767</id><published>2009-07-04T20:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:15:51.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I may be frumpy, but I'm super smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Check out my grades, they're "A's" for a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What I lack in looks well I make up in heart, and well guys, yeah, that's totally awesome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-Hermione Granger; Harry Potter the Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so exhausting, confusing, and whatnot. First off, we had the exams during Monday and Tuesday. You already know how I feel about exams. Yes, I do understand its importance, but let's face it. I'm a student. It's perfectly normal for me to detest exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sk9Mbp1YXmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/21P1xCbEDZY/s1600-h/seat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sk9Mbp1YXmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/21P1xCbEDZY/s400/seat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354582519936736866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday and Thursday were two heavy days. I can barely remember anything we did, except that we changed the seating arrangement. I wasn't so excited about it. Allen and Jolo were fun seatmates. Especially Allen. Oh well, at least we'll still be seatmates during English class. At least until Sir Licyayo can walk properly again. Anyway, we changed it in a "V" way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V for Vitug&lt;/span&gt;, my adviser's last name. If you look at the left side, I marked my seat by a black dot. I'm right behind Janjan and Frans and I get a perfect view of the whiteboard. My problem with the original seating arrangement was when the teacher starts writing at the right hand side of the board, I won't be able to read it thanks to the glare. Although I'm still having problems with reading the writing on the board, it's better than the last seating arrangement. I think the problem is my glasses now. Boohoo. I hate being four-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was well, interesting. First we had a mass, and being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July celebrator&lt;/span&gt;, I'm supposed to carry our class offering. Nilleth carried the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bayong&lt;/span&gt; basket, while I held the money. Luckily, I met Lorenzo again and he was, like last year, in front of me during the whole thing. Once again, Lorenzo showed me how proud he was of his height, by talking to me and asking me I was staring at his chest. Well that's because it feels awkward to look up at him while we're having a conversation. I cannot help it that I am very short. Then, he kept on laughing at the gradeschoolers because they were so tiny. They were just up to Lorenzo's waist or crotch. He enjoyed the feeling of being a giant. Aha. I probably would too if I were that tall. So yeah, thanks to Lorenzo, I stopped being nervous upon walking down the aisle (it sounded like I was getting married, but no, I'm not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, Allen, Mira and I went to the Digital Printing Office to get our ID pictures taken. Unfortunately, the photographer was scheduled for the gradeschool department so we can just have our picture taken on Monday. It's going to be tough. We might be late for CVE. I'm not sure if Miss E. will be really bothered, but I'd rather not be late in CVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the trip going back and forth to the DPO was tiring. First off, we came from our classroom, in the third floor of the 2nd to last building in school. We walked all the way to the Administration Building which is across the Pre-school building right by the lobby. Then we climbed the stairs. I told Allen how it feels like Hogwarts, and he commented on my geekiness again. The DPO building was on the 2nd floor. Stairs again. And it was hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also planned about our August presentation. It's going to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;musical&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had a serious "thingy" during TLE. I'm sure that it's a matter that's suppose to stay within the 4 walls of our classroom, therefore I'm not going to blab about it. Besides, it's a personal matter regarding someone and it's not me. I'd share it if what happened was about me but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Herald meeting. Ate Jhem asked us to do slogans for our club. Mine was: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We Write To Enlight&lt;/span&gt;. Ha, isn't that such a cool slogan? Then we also did an opinion paper about the Charter Change and the Constituent Assembly. It was hard, but as what Syd said, we had our "Activist Mode" activated. I was able to finish mine. Well almost. I was able to voice out my opinion. Once again, I did it as a debate speech. Definition, then arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed debating. :|&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I can debate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; iSpeak2 sounds exciting&lt;/span&gt;. ♥ Right, dahhhling? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch 17 again and de-stress myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-3323611967023284767?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3323611967023284767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3323611967023284767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3323611967023284767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sk9Mbp1YXmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/21P1xCbEDZY/s72-c/seat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2633612525785873607</id><published>2009-07-02T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:48:38.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Oh God</title><content type='html'>Why are you so poetic? Your words are so intricate. You have your way of fixing the words making the simple phrases sound so ingenious and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? You fill the spaces between mine. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-2633612525785873607?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2633612525785873607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2633612525785873607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2633612525785873607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-god.html' title='Oh God'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4101183290189054638</id><published>2009-06-29T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:55:22.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='29'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>In Exactly A Month,</title><content type='html'>I'll be 15. I'm so fricken excited. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. I'm planning to go out and treat a few people too. This birthday is going to be epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4101183290189054638?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4101183290189054638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-exactly-month.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4101183290189054638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4101183290189054638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-exactly-month.html' title='In Exactly A Month,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7601232377439957763</id><published>2009-06-29T14:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:57:33.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>Procrastination, Herald Work, Eating Problem</title><content type='html'>I haven't procrastinated since school started and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;. I do have to admit though, it's so much better to listen in class while a discussion is going on rather than doing homework for the next subject which I used to do a lot. Today though, I'm going to procrastinate the whole afternoon and cram for the tests tomorrow. Comparing tomorrow's tests to today's, I think tomorrow will be easier except for Chemistry. Oh God. I absolutely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;despise Science&lt;/span&gt; no matter how good the teacher is. It's just the bane of my existence. When I'm President, I'm going to make Science subjects mandatorily for half an hour, and exclude them from tests, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, today was a good day. The only thing that bothered me was the heat. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33C/91.4F today and it's not even summer&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing the school had airconditioning. I thoroughly enjoyed the coldness of our room. I didn't know how hot it was outside when I went out of the lobby. I started sweating. It's disgusting, I know. I wanted to burn my school uniform. The skirt is made of some thick unknown material and my blouse isn't exactly the perfect shirt to wear if you're going to sweat. It was sick. I took off my uniform upon arriving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the computer in hopes of finding Ty online, but he's not. So, I decided to continue watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter the Musical&lt;/span&gt; but the videos were deleted. Hopefully, they'll put it back up. I'm not yet done watching the whole thing and so far it's been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just opened my Multiply today and surprise, surprise! I got an invitation from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustinian Herald&lt;/span&gt;, the school's official publication club. I immediately checked the site because it's bound to have some updates, and I was right. Our Editor in Chief already posted the assignments which are due on July 2nd. Darn. Good thing I only have two assignments to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SkhwMXqaOLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Vjb9jIhhJWQ/s1600-h/assignment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SkhwMXqaOLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Vjb9jIhhJWQ/s400/assignment.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352651514942470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? My only problem is how to start the Opening of Classes news report. As far as I can remember, the only thing that happened out of the ordinary was the seminar regarding the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Influenza A H1n1 scare&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm not sure that I'm supposed to focus my report on the short seminar right? Oh well. I'd do this later or tomorrow. Believe it or not, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't procrastinate when it comes to my Herald work&lt;/span&gt;. I take this seriously. I actually want to be Editor-in-Chief or Copyreader by next year. It's been a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my braces adjusted last Saturday and compared to my last month's adjustment, my teeth hurts badly right now. It was like the first time I got my braces. I can't eat again and I hate it passionately. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biting with my incisors is excruciating&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. I should be used by this, but I suppose the fact that she added something to my left front teeth and changed the wire should be the reason why it hurts. Anyway, I chose clear as the rubber's color again. It might have been placed too tight. Oh well. At least I'm off to losing a few pounds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously though, I'm very hungry right now and all we have at home are those biscuits which are a pain to bite. Chewing is easy, but biting really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm going to sleep this hungriness away. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7601232377439957763?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7601232377439957763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/procrastination-herald-work-eating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7601232377439957763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7601232377439957763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/procrastination-herald-work-eating.html' title='Procrastination, Herald Work, Eating Problem'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SkhwMXqaOLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Vjb9jIhhJWQ/s72-c/assignment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1695230320137182492</id><published>2009-06-27T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:29:35.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wicked'/><title type='text'>Popular!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GALINDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (spoken) Elphie - now that we're friends, I've decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; make you my new project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; ELPHABA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (spoken) You really don't have to do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; GALINDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (spoken) I know. That's what makes me so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (sung) Whenever I see someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Less fortunate than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (And let's face it - who isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Less fortunate than I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; My tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Tends to start to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And when someone needs a makeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I simply have to take over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I know I know exactly what they need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And even in your case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Tho' it's the toughest case I've yet to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't worry - I'm determined to succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Follow my lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And yes, indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You're gonna be popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll teach you the proper ploys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When you talk to boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Little ways to flirt and flounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll show you what shoes to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; How to fix your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Everything that really counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; To be popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll help you be popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You'll hang with the right cohorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You'll be good at sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Know the slang you've got to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; So let's start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't be offended by my frank analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Think of it as personality dialysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Now that I've chosen to be come a pal, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Sister and adviser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's nobody wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Not when it comes to popular -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I know about popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And with an assist from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; To be who you'll bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Instead of dreary who-you-were: are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's nothing that can stop you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; From becoming popu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ler: lar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; La la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; We're gonna make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When I see depressing creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; With unprepossessing features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I remind them on their own behalf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; To think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Celebrated heads of state or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Specially great communicators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Did they have brains or knowledge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't make me laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; They were popular! Please -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's all about popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's not about aptitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way you're viewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; So it's very shrewd to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Very very popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (spoken) Why, Miss Elphaba, look at you. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; ELPHABA(spoken) I - I have to go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; GALINDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (spoken) You're welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; (sung) And though you protest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Your disinterest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I know clandestinely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You're gonna grin and bear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Your new found popularity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; La la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You'll be popular -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Just not as quite as popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; As me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wicked is wonderful. I really wish I can see it on Broadway. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/3092825000789472960-1695230320137182492?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1695230320137182492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/popular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1695230320137182492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1695230320137182492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/popular.html' title='Popular!'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5125767935978322762</id><published>2009-06-26T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:27:09.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raymart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hedda'/><title type='text'>Teehee.</title><content type='html'>I feel so "girly" tonight. It's quite a feat. Girly will be the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; last&lt;/span&gt; word ever to be used to describe myself. I just think it's a lot of useless effort. But as what Raymart had said when he caught me looking into a mirror and pouting (I was trying to remove the crap stuck on my braces), "Yiii, Hedda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagdadalaga na&lt;/span&gt;!" I was like, "Shut up, Raymart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being a lady, Raymart. I was just... cleaning my teeth, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling extra wonderful tonight. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard in school this morning that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; died. RIP man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-5125767935978322762?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5125767935978322762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5125767935978322762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5125767935978322762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-girl.html' title='Teehee.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-10053795328888372</id><published>2009-06-25T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:06:05.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Syd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Oh my, Oh my.</title><content type='html'>Today during lunch, while Alyssa, Syd, Janjan and I were talking, we started talking about plans after the finals... which is in March, but we like to plan early. So, we've decided to go to this epic place when Syd suddenly told us to stop talking about it. Instead, we talked about my birthday plans which is not until the end of July, but like I've said, we like to plan early. Janjan then told us to talk about it on another day because Syd might get so excited again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they made plans to go to SM Sta. Rosa (this was last, last week or so). Janjan texted Syd asking him where he was. Syd replied saying that he can't come because he got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fever&lt;/span&gt;... out of excitement! It was the funniest thing ever. Alyssa, Janjan and I were laughing so was Syd. Then Janjan continued the story. Mrs. Ty (my former Science teacher) saw them and asked them why are they only four. Janjan said that Syd got a fever out of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I didn't know that going out with friends can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;, considering that they just saw each other's faces the day before. Syd must be pretty hyped up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-10053795328888372?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/10053795328888372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/10053795328888372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/10053795328888372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-oh-my.html' title='Oh my, Oh my.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7503899885980219670</id><published>2009-06-24T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:44:49.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YIM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy'/><title type='text'>Haha ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin:&lt;/span&gt; You don't know how perverted I can get. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirabelle magsino: &lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin:&lt;/span&gt; I'd rather you avoid me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirabelle magsino:&lt;/span&gt; now theres this stupid cat singing in my rooom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin:&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin:&lt;/span&gt; A pussy... is in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin:&lt;/span&gt; Singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirabelle magsino: &lt;/span&gt;yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirabelle magsino:&lt;/span&gt; but what a term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirabelle magsino: &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xxheddaa.mclovin: &lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A reason why I'm not  a good influence. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7503899885980219670?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7503899885980219670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7503899885980219670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7503899885980219670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha.html' title='Haha ♥'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1728511571358307225</id><published>2009-06-24T09:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:28:58.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh golden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how can you stand there'/><title type='text'>How can you stand there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;How can you stand there and act like you're so sorry? When you know no apology can fix this. My heart is breaking. Oh god, I feel so empty. Let it go. I am fading away. The hardest part is, I still love you through this sorrow. Baby, just let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1728511571358307225?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1728511571358307225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-you-stand-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1728511571358307225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1728511571358307225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-you-stand-there.html' title='How can you stand there?'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-877138860395882975</id><published>2009-06-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:13:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My body,</title><content type='html'>is about to fucking collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-877138860395882975?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/877138860395882975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/877138860395882975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/877138860395882975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-body.html' title='My body,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4559276786581661757</id><published>2009-06-22T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:00:36.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so maybe,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's still hope. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4559276786581661757?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4559276786581661757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-so-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4559276786581661757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4559276786581661757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-so-maybe.html' title='And so maybe,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7530880112153142542</id><published>2009-06-21T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:17:46.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh golden'/><title type='text'>Dream On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sj3sAmvX3DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UQ2HBZc3JBI/s1600-h/don%27t+let+go.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sj3sAmvX3DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UQ2HBZc3JBI/s400/don%27t+let+go.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349691427529415730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;I hate this editing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;But I like how I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;I hate the shadowing, I can never get it right. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;But I didn't fake my height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7530880112153142542?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7530880112153142542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7530880112153142542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7530880112153142542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-on.html' title='Dream On'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/Sj3sAmvX3DI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UQ2HBZc3JBI/s72-c/don%27t+let+go.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8879837807033746000</id><published>2009-06-21T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:59:44.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillsbury dough boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tle'/><title type='text'>Teehee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sir Vitug: Villavecer, APF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Somebody: All Purpose Flour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;-TLE class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lmao. That never fails to make me laugh. It's funny for the reason that APF means Augustinian Peer Facilitator and then when Janjan (I think it was him? I'm not sure) said All Purpose Flour, it kinda made me imagine Kyle as a Pillsbury Dough Boy aka Poppin' Fresh! Aha. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poplicks.com/images/pillsbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 265px;" src="http://poplicks.com/images/pillsbury.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3092825000789472960-8879837807033746000?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8879837807033746000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/teehee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8879837807033746000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8879837807033746000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/teehee.html' title='Teehee.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8580702704773042579</id><published>2009-06-20T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:29:49.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wizard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hedda'/><title type='text'>My Handwriting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ignore my last name. I love Shane Dawson. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This personality profile is based on the writing of Hedda Dawson created at the website: Handwriting Wizard.com - Handwriting University's Official automated personality report creator based on standardized basic personality traits as taught through Handwriting University's Certification Level Program.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009417.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Hedda is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;moderately outgoing&lt;/span&gt;. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hedda will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Hedda an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ambivert&lt;/span&gt;. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Hedda is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hedda is a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;middle-of-the-roader&lt;/span&gt;," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009279.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Hedda tends to write a bit smaller than the average person. When a person's letters are small and tiny, this indicates an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ability to focus and concentrate&lt;/span&gt;. This character trait is a huge asset in careers like math, science, race car driving, and flying planes. However, if Hedda writes tiny all of the time, she will also display characteristics of someone who is socially introverted. Hedda will often sit on the sideline and watch others get the attention at parties. she might be willing to open up and be warm, but only in small groups or a select group of people. When she is busy working on a project, it is common for all other noises and distractions to just fade away and her ability to focus is incredible. When she says "she didn't hear you", she really means, she didn't hear you.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009778.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Hedda is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;secretive&lt;/span&gt;. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; In reference to Hedda's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Hedda slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Hedda can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010202.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Hedda is a practical person whose goals are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;planned, practical, and down to earth&lt;/span&gt;. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Hedda basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q28_1094010270.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hedda is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010938.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hedda has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q32_1094011099.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Hedda has left lots of white space on the right side of the paper. Hedda fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion. If this is true, then Hedda has an unhealthy relationship to the past and has a fear of moving forward. The right side of the page represents the future and Hedda seems unwilling to face the fear of getting started living now and planning for the future. Hedda seems to be clinging to past events and spending lots of time thinking about what happened. It would be best to leave the past behind and move on. Stop crowding that left margin.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-8580702704773042579?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8580702704773042579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-handwriting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8580702704773042579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8580702704773042579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-handwriting.html' title='My Handwriting.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5978941986653251584</id><published>2009-06-20T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:38:55.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I may have,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the cock flu. :|&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/3092825000789472960-5978941986653251584?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5978941986653251584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-may-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5978941986653251584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5978941986653251584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-may-have.html' title='I think I may have,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1182681689300619899</id><published>2009-06-19T22:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:50:53.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one liter of tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>A Good Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't normally watch Korean telenovelas on TV because I never get to finish it. But when GMA 7 had a commercial ad for it's new teledrama, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Liter Of Tears&lt;/span&gt;, I got curious. The teledrama ended today, with the protagonist dying because of her disease. Then I found out that it was a non-fiction story so, I googled it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upon googling, I found out about her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;diary &lt;/span&gt;and Wikipedia was able to find me a site with her diary translated from Chinese to English. You can see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://diaryofaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Right now, I'm reading Decision (Part One). I suggest that you read it. It's very good. She's a great writer despite having started the diary when she was already sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what I admire in her the most? Her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bravery&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/3092825000789472960-1182681689300619899?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1182681689300619899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-book.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1182681689300619899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1182681689300619899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-book.html' title='A Good Book'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4236127023887425591</id><published>2009-06-18T19:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:59:24.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Little Insight Won't Make This Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After last year's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; debate&lt;/span&gt; match in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP Los Baños&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think I'd do it again this year. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asian Parliamentary&lt;/span&gt; format is exciting, but I don't think debate it something I should push through. You see, I used to think I was a candidate for an excellent debater. But now, I don't think I am a fine debater. I'm not sure what Miss Miralles saw in me when she asked me to join the debate competition. Maybe it's because I'm experienced with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oregon-Oxford&lt;/span&gt; type of debate. I'm not saying that I'm a terrible debater. That would be lying and I'm definitely not being modest either. I'm just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; debater. In fact, I would most likely back out in such competitions unless I'm the only possible one left to join OR I was the first one asked to join (meaning, they think I have the skill). But I don't know. I've decided to devote my time to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;school newspaper&lt;/span&gt;. After all, that's where I consider myself to be good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was just talking to Gabbs and she just confirmed that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arwin&lt;/span&gt; is really going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brent&lt;/span&gt; (an International School about 15 minutes from CSA). He got a scholarship. Oh my God, I seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;asphyxiated&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so sad. Sure, Arwin is just a friend, but he is a good friend. I'd miss him. I'm not exactly sure if that is really going to HAPPEN, but anyway, I hope we'd get to see him again. I'd miss his jokes and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diagnostic Exams&lt;/span&gt;. I have no comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we'll have our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unit Test&lt;/span&gt;. Eeeeh. The only thing I'm happy for it is that we'd have half day classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; is in a month! I'm sorta excited for it. I've heard that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; is an epic age. Another thing is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry Potter 6th&lt;/span&gt; is about to be shown. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just so you know, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you. (: ♥&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/3092825000789472960-4236127023887425591?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4236127023887425591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-insight-wont-make-this-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4236127023887425591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4236127023887425591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-insight-wont-make-this-right.html' title='A Little Insight Won&apos;t Make This Right'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-729241200410032152</id><published>2009-06-16T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:29:52.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careless whisper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Sir, won't I have any make-up? Because I was absent last week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;-Allen; Social Studies time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How was Monday like? It was tiring and busy. I'm so happy that I'm not placed in group 1 except for English. We had reportings and presentations in almost all the subjects and we also had a quiz, I think. I forgot. Monday seemed like a decade ago. Anyway, what Allen said made me LOL'ed literally in front of Sir Rocky. Obviously, he means a make-up "quiz" because he failed the first one due to the fact that he was, like I've said, absent. However, that didn't stop my mind from thinking of something else, specifically cosmetics. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday night and I'm studying for the Diagnostic Exams tomorrow. Everyone says you don't have to study because it will have no bearing in your grade, but I suppose scanning my books won't hurt a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was cool. Sort of. I arrived in the classroom practically breathless. Gee. Climbing those stairs takes the air out of me. You can see how physically unfit I am. Anyway, after that Arselyn and I went to locker and got our stuff and then Alyssa asked us to accompany her to Miss Cruzada's office to get her stuff so off we went. When we arrived in Miss C's office, her stuff wasn't there probably because Mira already got it. We went back up the stairs and this like, group of huge guys from our batch was walking by. I think one of them was a new student? I don't know, but whoever he was, he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TALL&lt;/span&gt;. He's probably around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5'10-6'0&lt;/span&gt;? Alyssa was like, "Why are they so tall?", and I was like, "I don't know!" As we were walking back, we saw Francis. He almost entered St. Boniface's classroom! Good Lord! When he got in the classroom, I said, "Francis almost entered Boniface!" And everyone who heard were like "BOOOOO" or something similar to that. So there, I went back to my chair and did some unimportant stuff when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Careless Whisper&lt;/span&gt; started playing. When I looked over Syd's place he was starting to dance! Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was so much fun. Syd, Janjan, and Francis went to my place and started playing Careless Whisper. Syd was dancing a seductive dance which is very hilarious. Jolo and I were laughing. Allen was smiling because he was preoccupied with something else. When Miss Empremiado arrived, Janjan promised that they'll go back later during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a game in CVE. I was so nervous. I'm pretty good with the prayers and all that, but I get a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain freeze&lt;/span&gt; when the line is taken from something in the middle of the prayer. Luckily though, our group was asked to write the Joyful and Luminous Mysteries. Oh, by the way, when the groups 1 to 3 were having the game, Frans wrote: Angle of God, as opposed to Angel of God. At first I can't decipher his handwriting. I thought he wrote Angle of 004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Advanced Algebra, we had a quiz. I got two numbers mixed up, so instead of 15, I got 13. Boo. It was purely an accidental mistake, so I was really annoyed. Then we had the Domain and Range thing and I can vaguely understand it. A few more examples and I'll probably get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiz in English. I got a 7 out of ten. It's okay considering that I didn't study at all. After that, we started on discussing the Anglo-Saxon Period. It was so interesting. You gotta love the English people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. I was telling Allen about 2G1C and I suddenly lost my appetite. I stopped eating my sausages and just ate the rice. It was fun. Carla, Allen and I got into this conversation and then James, Jolo, Allen, and I got in this interesting conversation too. I love lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today is a bit tiring. It was the same as Monday but nothing can beat the busyness (yeah, it's really a word, haha) of Monday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: I lovums you. ♥&lt;br /&gt;asdjfkl;: Aw. I love you too. :]&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you first.&lt;br /&gt;asdjfkl;: Haha, no way. I love YOU first. :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm always first.&lt;br /&gt;asdjfkl;: Not this time, darling. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/3092825000789472960-729241200410032152?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/729241200410032152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/729241200410032152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/729241200410032152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1182524453987096943</id><published>2009-06-14T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:22:36.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My Mom finally gave in tonight. I started bugging her about it while waiting for my aunts and she won't give in. On our way home, I started being so melodramatic and obssessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, I still kept on hinting. Finally, she gave in! I'm so happy. ♥ I love you, Mom. She gave me a dare though. I have to perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of my Unit Tests exams. It means, I have to get perfect in all of my ten subjects so that she'd pay for the shipping fee. Since I am that determined, I'd do it. (:&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/3092825000789472960-1182524453987096943?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1182524453987096943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1182524453987096943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1182524453987096943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes.html' title='Yes!'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7892478996916830486</id><published>2009-06-13T17:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:19:19.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metro station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Metro Station Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was watching Myx during the summer, they said that Metro Station was going to have concert at three Ayala Malls. When I saw their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;playing dates, they're going to be in Ayala Alabang Town Center on the 12th. Independence Day, and a Friday. Since Independence Day is always a holiday, I asked my Mom if I can watch it with friends, and she says it's fine. The first person I asked was Allen since we share the same type of music, but he said he doesn't like Metro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Station. I asked Jolo and he's not sure if he can come. Same with Arselyn. In the end, I asked my Mom to go with me. I wouldn't have to worry about tickets since it's going to be free, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We stood for four hours the most? The conert started at 6:30 but they did an early performance around 5 PM to attract people. We waited for like and hour and half. The kids in front of us were short, so I was happy. But they were noisy as hell and keep on saying Paramore. I seriously think they don't know any song by Metro Station except for Shake It. Anyway, while w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aiting for it to start I looked at people. One girl looked like Hayley from Paramore except that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; she was blonde, and she was with the most buff guy ever. Tall, tan, buff, and blonde. He looks like the British Indie Kid Sophie and I watched on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At precisely 6:39 the concert started. It was the most energetic thing I've seen in years. When Trace removed his shirt, the crowd went crazy. When they sung Seventeen Forever I sung my heart out. I made a new friend. She's a Mom who was beside me all throughout the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215878"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/99/f848b7d6c3dc40659f07fb8271a71847/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was Trace's epic jump. That was an accidental shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215765"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/111/9f4295090d1246fa842d941d73866281/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trace! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215763"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/99/8c35c7370a2748de8b9db2342720a56e/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mason! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215798"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/75/2f605d66fd764a80af2d813e268d5fbe/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blake. I swear to God, he's my next favorite keyboard-ist after Jesse Johnson. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215804"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/65/576ca26dce694a0782f2e596cdd23d84/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anthony! (: ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215757"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/79/a1268812ec614a0f9c7306afb3958df2/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215777"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/88e8b625f1924497b77e82606ae6c2f6/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Taking off his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215800"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/87/4b14bb0731464cbaa7d4676acdaeeacb/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215824"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/110/abf093df01f74d9c94963c59ab6b68ee/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;His shirt is off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=372529052&amp;albumID=1474407&amp;imageID=21215751"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/112/8d4142fc5d744c6f8db802db9c5efc3e/m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just after the concert ended, Anthony asked who were from Pampanga or Ilo-ilo. If I'm not wrong, he has his Kapampangan and Ilonggo roots. Apparently, I don't have any of those. My Dad's Ilocano and my Mom's pure Tagalog. Oh well. Then he asked who lives in BF Homes in Parañaque, because that's where he grew up. I was like, "OH MY GOD! THAT'S WHERE MY COUSIN LIVES!!11!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other cool stuff that happened was when Anthony threw one of his drumsticks. I saw the guy who caught it. I wanted to steal it from him, haha. Then Trace threw his shirt and towel too plus his water bottle, I believe. Then Trace took off his shirt. Everyone was like GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert ended early. My knees were shaking when it was done. :D And so, maybe I don't like Metro Station that much, but they were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7892478996916830486?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7892478996916830486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/metro-station-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7892478996916830486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7892478996916830486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/metro-station-concert.html' title='Metro Station Concert'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4196696410567854790</id><published>2009-06-13T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:33:46.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My head hurts badly. I've already took some painkillers but they were no help. If possible, they only made it worst. I thought it was because I wasn't wearing my glasses half of the morning. Sometimes it happens. I get bad headaches if I don't wear my glasses. It still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was fine yesterday. Except that my legs hurt from too much standing and my knees were numb. But since it's a normal aftermath of standing too much, I didn't think of it as something. So anyway, upon arriving home, I started coughing my head off  but I assumed it was after drinking that gigantic Coke I ordered from McDonald's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Going to sleep was terrible. I was shivering the whole night. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel too sick today. My headache is getting worse. Ugh.&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/3092825000789472960-4196696410567854790?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4196696410567854790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4196696410567854790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4196696410567854790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='Sick?'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1301542123359466361</id><published>2009-06-13T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:26:24.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it ends tonight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Hate is a strong word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate this. I promised myself that I will NEVER, EVER read his blog again. But I did today. I hate it. He got me hooked back to that song. I hate him. I really do. No wait, I don't. IDON'THATEYOU, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he have to carry all the perfection in the world? I hate it how he makes me envious, and yet I make him envious. I hate it how he talks to me every now and then just to say "hi" and I get all shy and pathetic. I hate it how he loves to give those sweet comments which make me blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started way back in 2007. I met him through a friend and I thought he was a God. He was good at everything I want to be good at. I was extremely glad to be friends with him. He was the nicest, and most sincere guy ever. He was honest. He was a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you pal, I'm sorry that we never got to be so close like I hoped we would be. I drifted away and avoided you. I was glad that you didn't push yourself. I was happy and relieved that you understood. You understood that I don't open myself up. You understood that I don't want to get tight with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; you, pal. That's why I drifted away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything. Our late night cheesy conversations filled with nothing but emoticons, our endless singing together, and just the simple talkings. I understood that we'd never get to see each other up close for different reasons. But I pinky promise, we'd go to the same college. You're a best friend to me, and I regret the fact that I avoided you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk soon. I'll wait for you to get up for the late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop listening to the song. It makes me miss you more, and I don't know. :/ I just. asdfjkl;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, bffaeae. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1301542123359466361?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1301542123359466361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hate-is-strong-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1301542123359466361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1301542123359466361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hate-is-strong-word.html' title='Hate is a strong word.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1691168193146877797</id><published>2009-06-11T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:59:54.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Day Numero Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You said we were an accident. With accidents you’ll never know what could have been. So we were an accident. You’ll always be my favorite one."&lt;br /&gt;-Motion City Soundtrack; My Favorite Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was traffic entering the school. I saw Arwin getting out of their car and then walking by the church. I was texting Ara because she was going to wait for me. When we finally got in front of the school, only a few people were going inside. Majority were in the lobby outside it waiting for their friends and stuff. It was the typical first day scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ara, and we started waiting for Tzeska. Then a few minutes later, we saw Regine! Ara was texting Tzeska because it was almost 7:45. Then we saw Tzeska's school service, the big bus, and it was stuck in traffic way at the back of the school. When I was stuck there, it took us 15 minutes. Then Miss Grace went out and asked us to get in because it was already 7:45. Sometime near 7:50, Tzeska arrived. So yeah, we went straight to our classroom which was in the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It was pretty much the same as last years. We're under the supervision of Mr. Rowell Vitug. :) And a lot of my teachers during the 1st year or 2nd year were the same teachers I had, so adjustments wasn't really that hard.&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/3092825000789472960-1691168193146877797?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1691168193146877797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-numero-uno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1691168193146877797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1691168193146877797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-numero-uno.html' title='Day Numero Uno'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-4033163791552905136</id><published>2009-06-11T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:08:27.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"We'll stick like super glue, dear June, I love you."&lt;br /&gt;-Nickasaur!; Dear June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that I'd tell you about my first day in school, right? Since it has been three days, I'm going to write an entry describing each day. That's how OC I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-4033163791552905136?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4033163791552905136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4033163791552905136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/4033163791552905136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title='Okay,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6100030738476666501</id><published>2009-06-09T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:24:38.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much work to do,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have no time to blog about my first day. I'd do it all on Thursday or Friday, pinky promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By the way, I'm going to see Metro Station. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-6100030738476666501?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6100030738476666501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-work-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6100030738476666501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6100030738476666501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much-work-to-do.html' title='So much work to do,'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6861826635249875428</id><published>2009-06-06T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:40:19.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sections and Misconceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I went to school just before lunch time to check my section. When I went to the lobby, it was full of high school students and they were all looking at their sections. There was simply no way for me to squeeze in with them. I saw Michelle and Regine and they told me that I'm going to be St. Clare of Montefalco which is the, not bragging, pilot section. They then proceeded to tell me who was removed and all that. Since there were no people looking at the sections for the kindergartners, I went there and checked my cousin's section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: Junior Kinder&lt;br /&gt;Section: Blessed John the Good&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9:30 - 11:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) De Claro, Shianne Olivette V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm thinking about it why do they get complicated sections to spell? They use the same sectioning with the freshmen. They barely know how to write, and they have to write something long as that? Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year: III&lt;br /&gt;Section: St. Clare of Montefalco&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:00 AM - 4:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Damasco, Hedda M. (That's right, I don't have a second name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that Clare is spelled as C-l-a-r-e. I've been used to spelling it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;C-L-A-I-R-E&lt;/span&gt; that I automatically write Claire whenever I am to write it. Hurray for compulsions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know who our adviser is, thanks to Criselle. I can't say I'm absolutely ecstatic that It's (there I go again with censoring gender pronouns) going to be our adviser. For one, I have no idea as to how It handles students, but from what I heard, It's pretty fantastic and popular with everyone. But that is WITH normal students. Students, in which I'm going to be blunt with, don't do in studying. Apparently, we're aliens because other people see us differently. Thank God, someone finally admitted to me that they see us as people who don't know the meaning of fun unless it crosses our path. I was happy to clear it out with her, and explain to her that we also have fun. It's just different from theirs. I just hope our adviser won't try to impress us or be different because we're the star. We're just humans with extraordinary brains. ;)&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/3092825000789472960-6861826635249875428?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6861826635249875428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/sections-and-misconceptions_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6861826635249875428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6861826635249875428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/sections-and-misconceptions_06.html' title='Sections and Misconceptions'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2045963348725480027</id><published>2009-06-05T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:11:54.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3092825000789472960-2045963348725480027?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2045963348725480027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-eyes-are-blue-like-ocean-and-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2045963348725480027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2045963348725480027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-eyes-are-blue-like-ocean-and-baby.html' title='Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I&apos;m lost at sea.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-2804565636565097648</id><published>2009-06-04T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:41:48.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>House.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I found my Mom's DVD set of House and I started watching it to get my mind of GCWCF. I was thinking that it's the somewhat similar to Grey's Anatomy, but no, I was wrong. It's better than Grey's Anatomy, actually.&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/3092825000789472960-2804565636565097648?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2804565636565097648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2804565636565097648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/2804565636565097648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/house.html' title='House.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-3551109841040394423</id><published>2009-06-03T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:06:45.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haz a story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once upon a time, Hedda and Sophiepoopy were talking on MSN. Then Sophie started showing Hedda some hot people she knows and Hedda will say if she thinks they're hot or not. Then she showed a picture of Ezra Koenig and Hedda was like, "OMGEEZ WHO DAT GUY? -drools-" And then Sophie explained that it was Ezra Koenig of Vampire Weekend. Then after that, Sophie showed a picture of Sam Duckworth and said that he came from Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly and Hedda thought Sam looked like someone she knows from school. Then, Sophie said that Hedda should listen to both of the bands + The Subways (or whatever it was). So, Hedda went to the most amazing website to listen to music, YouTube.com and said, "Holy cow! GCWCF is amazingggg!" And so there, Hedda downloaded their songs because they were orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day, Sophie asked Hedda if she has heard their old songs. Hedda doesn't know because she uses illegal stuff like LimeWire to download music for the reason that she's a such a cheap whore. Then Sophie decided that she should make Hedda listen to Call Me Ishmael. So, Sophie, being a nice rich kid, she sent the song to Hedda. Then, Hedda listened to the song and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks passed, Hedda was still listening to GCWCF which is a good thing. Then, Sophie continues to send her GCWCF songs for Hedda to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, two days ago or so, Hedda looked for covers on the internet to ask Sophie which of them sounds like her. According to Sophie, it was the blond indie kid. Apparently, listening to the covers made Hedda have a GCWCF obsession, so she kept on listening to the covers and to the songs over and over and over again, that even she admits had gone to the point of absurdity. But being obsessive and compulsive, Hedda still continued to listen to GCWCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd day that Hedda has been repeatedly playing GCWCF. She drove her Mom crazy listening to it, and even her neighbors are already tired of listening to the same song over and over and over again. SO, Hedda was asked to put her earphones on whenever she is to listen to GCWCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedda thought that it has gone to far because right now all she can talk about is GCWCF, and frankly she wants it to stop. "OH NOE! WHAT WILL I DO? WHAT WILL I DO?" cried Hedda. She cried and she cried. She was looking for the best way to stop listening to GCWCF, when suddenly, a fairy came and played Jeffree Star's Lollipop Luxury. But it was no use! Her ears feel like dying. SHE MUST LISTEN TO GCWCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, wile typing this, Hedda is listening to GCWCF and waiting for Sophie to get on MSN so she can bitch at her and then get a clear mind and secretly listen to GCWCF again. :D&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/3092825000789472960-3551109841040394423?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3551109841040394423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-haz-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3551109841040394423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/3551109841040394423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-haz-story.html' title='I haz a story.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-1770134598806449905</id><published>2009-06-02T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:35:04.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And my memory lacks initiative.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Well said, Justin Pierre. Well said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-1770134598806449905?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1770134598806449905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-my-memory-lacks-initiative.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1770134598806449905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/1770134598806449905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-my-memory-lacks-initiative.html' title='And my memory lacks initiative.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5494326882224187891</id><published>2009-06-01T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:09:42.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;How are you doing, pal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to add another chapter into my story but I'm having a serious case of writer's block - the word just won't come. There's one word stuck on my mind though, and that's school aka torture chamber. Oh my God, after saying that I just remembered the movie Saw. My mind is filled with different torture procedures now. Way to go, Hedda. Way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a few of my entries and I thought that I've been such a whiny kid. I have a new hobby now, it's called whining, haha. I wouldn't really whine that much if I have a life outside the house. I don't get to go out much because I have to accompany my grandmother, and my Mom doesn't want me to go, anyway. She thinks that all that I would be doing is spend money. She's partly correct about that. The mall is the root of all temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sections are going to be handed out on the 6th. I am not so excited because I have an idea of whom would I still be with during this year. I just hope that a few of my friends will still be my classmates. Like, I don't care if they cramp 50 of us in one classroom. I also hope that our school will have Spanish class, I'm definitely signing up for it if we have one. I'm learning Spanish right now. My PSP teaches me Spanish. Not the translator type Spanish, but real Spanish. Not dictionary Spanish either. Hurray for awesome PSP programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided what I want to be when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a golden tongue and golden fingers. Someone on Hex asked us for this info thingy to make a Hexville for the new Sims 3 game. Here's what I wrote on mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Name: Hedda Dawson &lt;img src="http://www.hexrpg.com/forum/images/icon_look.gif" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;Age: Teen&lt;br /&gt;body type: Average/short&lt;br /&gt;hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;hair length: 3 inches below the shoulder or so. &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothing type: Shirt and Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;eye colour: Dark brown / black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Character Traits:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Computer whiz. &lt;img src="http://www.hexrpg.com/forum/images/icon_suspicious.gif" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Good Sense of Humor.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Inappropriate. xD&lt;br /&gt;4.) Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Light Sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifetime goal: Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But on the serious side, I've just decided that I want to be a Graphics Designer. It's easy to make money when you're one, honestly and I don't actually have to be in some kind of fancy company to get known or make a lot of money. That's the kind of job I want.&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/3092825000789472960-5494326882224187891?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5494326882224187891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5494326882224187891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5494326882224187891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7998025142235587423</id><published>2009-06-01T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:36:26.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gcwcf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call me ishmael'/><title type='text'>1:33 - 1:54</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; You are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; For none of us want to sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; In evaluations taking notes for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; We're all sick and tired of waiting, lets set sail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GCWCF; Call me Ishmael&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/3092825000789472960-7998025142235587423?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7998025142235587423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/133-154.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7998025142235587423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7998025142235587423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/133-154.html' title='1:33 - 1:54'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7590760172263536365</id><published>2009-05-30T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:54:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic.</title><content type='html'>Frisson guy made my night complete. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7590760172263536365?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7590760172263536365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecstatic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7590760172263536365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7590760172263536365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecstatic.html' title='Ecstatic.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-9006740460861050145</id><published>2009-05-29T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:42:07.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>Weddings and Insomnia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can we make this right? Turn one into two, that's me and you. Baby, baby, tell me what's it gonna be. Baby, baby, show me what's it gonna be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Josh Golden; Baby, Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I feel apathetic. Is this what happens when nothing exciting ever happens to your life? It's been too long. When people ask me what I feel, I usually say Okay, or fine which translates into meh. I'm not bored, I'm not sick, I'm feeling fine but not enough to actually say it. Apathetic may be the most accurate term to ever use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just a few things. Number one, I'm getting married on this Harry Potter forum I joined. Don't worry, it's nothing close to pedophelia. The site itself is PG, so don't exaggerate your thoughts. So, I'm getting married to Nessa (yes, she's a girl, and no we're not gay). She calls me Harold out of an inside joke which you probably wouldn't get, so I won't even bother telling it. Right now, it's the most exciting event in my ever so boring life. Oh wait, I remember. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; have a life. I have existence and divine intervention. If I have a life, I wouldn't be on the computer for more than 12 hours. It's good not have one anyway, I'm free from stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Going back to the "wedding", some of my Hex friends are going to be there. I asked Nessa for a Christian wedding. Don't mind that. Make-believe wedding or not, I want it Christian. Then, we're going to have a wedding scrapbook, and stuff. It's tiring, looking at it. I'm otiose, and no one can do anything about it, even if you hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've been going to the computer extra early these days. Especially if I want to talk to Izzy, Nessa and a few others. I'm definitely sure that I'm an insomniac. I can't seem to get sleep earlier than 3AM no matter how I try. This is not good. Not good at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-9006740460861050145?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9006740460861050145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/weddings-and-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9006740460861050145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/9006740460861050145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/weddings-and-insomnia.html' title='Weddings and Insomnia.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-8972604371497171647</id><published>2009-05-27T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:37:52.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='josh golden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cd'/><title type='text'>Oh, god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.joshgoldenmusic.com/product/catalog.cfm/nid/1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want one of these. For real. Buy me one and make me happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-8972604371497171647?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8972604371497171647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8972604371497171647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/8972604371497171647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-god.html' title='Oh, god.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-6113119306120372537</id><published>2009-05-23T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:27:19.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Some stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;These are some "quotable quotes" I remember from sophomore year. I know this is a long time ago, but I just remembered a few when I opened this random notebook which I had no idea of its existence, until now. Most of them were enunciated in our native tongue which I translated into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh god, look at your ugly *fake* girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;Eudes: Not ugly, REALLY UGLY!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Maurice (Mary's Brother): This is Maurice. If you're going to show my sister another nude picture again, I'm going to log out Y!M.&lt;br /&gt;Me: O_O&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Me: Agent Rockstar (some guy we don't know) is mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;Kyna: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Kyna: Haha, yeah! He says hello but he doesn't reply back.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Kyna: Hey is R---- (random guy we don't know) your friend on Plurk?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is his username?&lt;br /&gt;Kyna: R----&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, why?&lt;br /&gt;Kyna: He plurked this: R---- is picking his nose.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Omg, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Kyna: And then the replies are: wipe it on something; wipe it on me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My tummy hurts from laughing right now.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur: Will you please let the girl sit down? (Girl means Ara, he was referring to Arwin)&lt;br /&gt;Arwin: They're already sitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I'ma explain. We always tease Arwin for having a feminine side.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Syd (wearing Alyssa's glasses over his glasses): X-ray vision! -points to Arwin-&lt;br /&gt;Syd: PINK! -like his underwear-&lt;br /&gt;Arwin: Naaah. The color just faded.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Miss Estrañero: What comes into your mind when we say tissue? (like Biology, tissue)&lt;br /&gt;Arwin: Joy bathroom tissue.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Syd: I drink Lactacyd!&lt;br /&gt;Francis: What are you, a vagina?&lt;br /&gt;Syd: I drink Lactacyd to neutralize my esophagus and speed up my peristalsis!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is the esophagus even acidic?&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: I don't know! I just started laughing at Francis.&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/3092825000789472960-6113119306120372537?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6113119306120372537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6113119306120372537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/6113119306120372537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-stuff.html' title='Some stuff.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-5726084099228595740</id><published>2009-05-21T14:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:51:57.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Frisson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"We'll write a song that turns out the lights when both boy and girl start suddenly shaking inside. Don't waste your time, speed up your breathing, just close your eyes. We'll hope it's not for nothing at all."&lt;br /&gt;- We the Kings; Secret Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel very wonderful right now. Extraordinarily great. Terrific. Fantastic. Grand. Whatever else is synonymous to wonderful. I bet you already know why since the quoted line in this entry is an obvious hint. I hate name-dropping so I'm not going to give out his name, although I'm sure Veronica and Kriss knows who he is, and I trust them with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Honestly, I have no idea what I am suppose to write in here. I can't type up some sort of cliche romance going on between us because that's being dishonest. I, of course, have set my mind on some sort of fancy cliche fantasy. But that is something I'd rather share between my sould and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I have one thing to say: He's an extremely great person. I will not say that I have never felt this feeling before, because I had. Two years ago, with the captain of the - team in school. Come think about it. The two of them have stuff in common. They're both funny, nice, and they have great people skills. Which means they know how to get along with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       In all honesty, I feel a certain frisson when I see his name online. S'okay, maybe I haven't seen his face yet but that doesn't matter. I don't give a damn about looks. Heck, if he was handsome, then I might have to be careful with a lot of other ladies. What matters is that he's an exceptionally amazing boy. Looks are for losers. ;D&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/3092825000789472960-5726084099228595740?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5726084099228595740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/frisson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5726084099228595740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/5726084099228595740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/frisson.html' title='Frisson.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092825000789472960.post-7999895309753359521</id><published>2009-05-19T19:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:57:29.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><title type='text'>Just something I want to point out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just heard on the TV tonight that a lot of Filipinos were suing Alec Baldwin for the offensive comment he gave regarding Filipino women on The Late Show with David Letterman. What he said is offensive and insulting, but let's face it; it's true. He blatantly meant it as a joke, so I don't really see the point of overreacting. It was an honest remark. The TV reporter even said that the Filipinos were the leading body advertisers (that's the nicest way I can put it) in the world. Doesn't it make us more guilty for being so exaggerated? That's my point of view in the matter. They're trying to force him to do a public apology, but what if he doesn't? What would everyone do? Stop supporting him? How immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This isn't the first time this thing happened. The first one was last year, with Teri Hatcher with this small scene on Desperate Housewives. There were one or two more which I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My question is, how come we are so easily affected with everything? Didn't we also offended other places by mocking them? How come they don't even bother to ask for an apology? A lot of our TV gag shows mock them to the extent that it's not funny anymore, but do you see any of them asking us to televise a big apology? No! So, how come when we see something even just a joke, we have to strike as fast as lightning in asking for a "sorry"? I'm not saying that we should allow them to like, say somewhat offending stuff all the time, but instead, wait until they pushed the limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I would not think of it as a big deal if we do not do the same to them, but we do. I find it ridiculously unfair that we always insist on an apology even sometimes, it's not really necessary. We should put into mind Confucius' golden rule: "Do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is just my two cents in regarding the matter. I'm not exactly pointing out how Filipinos are kill joys. I do not want to get attacked by some lowly life form who overreacts to a simple blow. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3092825000789472960-7999895309753359521?l=xcrosskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7999895309753359521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-something-i-want-to-point-out.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7999895309753359521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3092825000789472960/posts/default/7999895309753359521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcrosskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-something-i-want-to-point-out.html' title='Just something I want to point out.'/><author><name>Hedda™</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woqMLQuA2rs/SlsxVYg1IlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/t_bkUJOPQ9w/S220/1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
