<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153</id><updated>2011-06-02T19:07:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metronome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-3353180523544439513</id><published>2007-09-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:16:20.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW BLOG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/etcuteme.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-3353180523544439513?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/3353180523544439513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=3353180523544439513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/3353180523544439513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/3353180523544439513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2007/09/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-116022872545179756</id><published>2006-10-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:45:25.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>new site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.krizelle-ism.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.krizelle-ism.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-116022872545179756?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/116022872545179756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=116022872545179756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/116022872545179756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/116022872545179756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/10/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115777265725719339</id><published>2006-09-09T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T11:30:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, totally.</title><content type='html'>Oh, yes. The humor. The sarcasm. The depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid fever and body pains visited be at such a wrong time. Sickness struck me a day before the field trip, and I could hardly move a muscle because of it. And so, ladies and gentlemen, the result: absence at the day of the educational trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg. WHY?! Maybe God didn't let me join for a reason. He knows that I'll only get worse if I join the trip. Riiight?! Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my fellow Blue Heights editors, I have seen the typo, and I am very embarrassed. Managing Editor pa man din haha. Anyway: All in all, the RETREAT was average. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION: I NEED A CHARACTER SKETCH. (150-180 WORDS, WRITTEN IN A BOND PAPER, FONT: TIMES NEW ROMAN) PLEASE SUBMIT IT ON SEPT 15-18. THANKS!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115777265725719339?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115777265725719339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115777265725719339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115777265725719339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115777265725719339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-totally.html' title='Like, totally.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115711477233578806</id><published>2006-09-01T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:25:27.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are so many things happening within and around me. Some quite irritating and befuddling, some quite joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class, IV- St. Cecilia, has won in the Sabayang Pagbigkas which was held last Wednesday. I have not expected it because we lacked time of practice. But thanks to the class' cooperation, and to Commander Opong's hard work, we managed to pull off a great act. I love my section. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Guess what? I've already got a Globe Sim!!! :-) It came from a friend who wanted a palanca so badly. I love it. :-) Thanks!!! You know who you are. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our batch performed our original Centennial songs a while ago. Ours were great, but we, unfortunately, didn't win. Too bad. But anyway, IV-St. Irene deserved their victory. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm composing our section's graduation song right now. I'm aiming our class to win here. I want our song to be published in the yearbook... Kahit di manalo sa iba, basta panalo kami rito, masaya na 'ko. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RETREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The bus bonded us!!! Haha. We ate a lot, talked a lot, and all... we hanged out at a gasoline station, went to Starbucks, and bought Chupa-chups in a matter of 20 minutes. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SESSIONS&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh. Can you say 'boring'? Our facilitator was mundane. He made our retreat a CLE class!!! I mean, a session is supposed to be meaningful, right? Well, all our class did was stare at our facilitator. Irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DORMITORY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;. Some of my classmates keep telling me that Dorm C (the room a quarter of us were staying in) is haunted (or atleast, it has the most ghosts). It so happened that the said dorm is where I will be staying. After our second session, Zusi and Joan went to our room and told us the blah stories which, naturally, freaked everyone out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What happened, you ask? Let's just put at at this: there are 12 beds and 10 people. Only 5 beds were occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lights were turned off at 10 but most of us slept at about 11-11:30 PM. We woke up at 4:30 AM to take a bath, since wake time was at 5 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PALANCAS&lt;/strong&gt;. There wasn't time for palancas during the sessions, so I read them at the dorm. I was touched by the messages; I even cried!! Thank you, guys! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. Man. We eat, like, 5 times a day. Breakfast, merienda, lunch, merienda, dinner... and the food was absolutely good! I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...All in all, the palanca was average. The sessions were boring, thanks to our facilitator. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115711477233578806?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115711477233578806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115711477233578806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115711477233578806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115711477233578806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-now.html' title='Just now'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115543695686483830</id><published>2006-08-13T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:42:38.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>Q: Kring, it's been a long time since you last posted. How was the UPCAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: It was... (stares at the ceiling) a test... er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I found reading easy. English was average, but the time pressure was toooo much. I mean, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO?&lt;/span&gt; 85 questions in 50 minutes? So that is, like, 0.588 seconds per question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Nice math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't even get me started on math. I hate math. I failed geometry on my junior year. I got a 74. And science? I only studied biology and earth science, since eveyone's telling me that it composes 50% of the questions. Little did I know that the other 50% was made up of CHEMISTRY and chemistry only! 8g4ehvwou9aqfja9hg...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Oh, man. So you must fail the test, don't you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Okay, okay. Fssh. How did this week go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: As boring as ever. I borrowed a book from the library. The title is Kappa and the author is Ryunosuke Akutagawa. I was curious because he wrote it shortly before he commited suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Wow, must be good, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yup. It's actually like a children's story, but when you delve deep into it you'll understand that Akutagawa made it from his disgust with many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Okay, okay. How about life with your classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They're fine so far. I just hate the fact that we're divided. I mean, as early as now there's a sort of grouping in our class, and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I heard your retreat's approaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah. I need a palanca from everyone. Give it to me, people, on or before August 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I give you one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure. It has to have meaning and substance, alright? I require those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whatever.  Hey... aren't you supposed to be studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Psssht. Who cares? We're having our periodicals in English, Computer, and Advanced Algebra tomorrow. And I'm too lazy to care. But I might study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What if you fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: I won't fail, alright? Have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How's life after the "can't believe that I'm a fool again" scenario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: It's normal so far. I'm just hoping never to be abused again. I hate it. It's as if I'm a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I do hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Okay. I better go. As you said, I need to, EHEM, study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have some more questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Next time, next time. I know I'm being celebrated, but a celebrity needs to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Actually, you could go now. Thanks anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115543695686483830?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115543695686483830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115543695686483830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115543695686483830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115543695686483830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/08/qa.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115474144499514041</id><published>2006-08-05T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:30:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't studied yet.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the UPCAT (University of the Philippines - College Admission Test) and I haven't studied. Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP's my dream school. Aside from having a low tuition fee (10K), a unit costs just about P12. Plus, they give excellent education, which is known world-wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't checked/scanned my reviewer. I'm just too lazy to pick it up. Plus, I haven't taken a picture yet (for my Ateneo form and my editorial). Talk about irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;*&amp;amp;*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE time, thursday - Aside from being 5 minutes late in this class, our directress, Sr. Edna Quiambao, observed our performance. I was very nervous 'coz my group were to report about Buddhism, and I haven't even researched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report was... horrible. Tragic. My groupmates and I relied on our sophomore notes; and some of our classmates just won't go with the flow. They keep on asking about Buddhism, reincarnation, nirvana, even though they are aware of the fact that we weren't prepared. And, hello?! - Our directress was there! She only watched us squirm on our class' interrogations, as if we were on some debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much dead air, Mrs. Tingson, our CLE teacher, allowed us to go back to our seat. I was SO pissed at myself, at my class, at the performance, that I cried. Goodness! I was irritated. Our section's image was not impressive at Sr. Edna's eyes, and I blamed myself for that. 'If I have only reseached' I said, 'things would've been different.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;*&amp;amp;*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm being linked with our Editor-in-Chief, who is also a girl!!! Oh man. I'm mortified! Why spread such gossip? I'm very protective of my image, and I don't want such talk to affect my reputation. I value myself a tad too much. Haha. (And besides, I'd rather be linked with Brandon Routh. Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;*&amp;amp;*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's dab a little sunshine on my post: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a yearbook staffer!!!&lt;/span&gt; Yehey! I'm so happy 'coz I'll be a part of history!:D Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, wish me luck tomorrow. I need to pass UP... gonna cram now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115474144499514041?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115474144499514041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115474144499514041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115474144499514041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115474144499514041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/08/havent-studied-yet.html' title='haven&apos;t studied yet.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115416956881658621</id><published>2006-07-29T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:52:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Sorry, but this is another one of my negative posts. Please forgive me for the pessimism. (Oh man, this blog is becoming one of the top I'll-ruin-your-day journals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been duped, fooled by someone whom I care for. She abused me &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, and I have allowed it. Heck, I believed her. Why? Why am I so stupid? Why does she make me weak? Why in the damn stupid world can't I stop myself from being deceived by her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, it isn't for a quixotic reason. I have pondered on it and have come up with a conclusion: I am enraged simply because this person has fooled me for so many times, (yep - not only once nor twice) and the worst part is, she gets away with it. She gets away without any telling-off from me. It happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't she leave me alone?! I'm sick of her fraudulence! She thinks I'm an asshole whom she can sweet talk anytime she wants! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak because I allow her to repeat her actions. I'm spineless for the fact that I don't tell her off, as I am fearful of its effects to our relationship. I'm timid because I'm afraid: afraid of what she might say, of what she might think, of how she will behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. &lt;em&gt;She's my weakness&lt;/em&gt;. I'm fed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115416956881658621?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115416956881658621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115416956881658621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115416956881658621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115416956881658621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115370489894061325</id><published>2006-07-24T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:34:58.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>For the third time this school year: there are no classes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually clueless as to what the reason is. Is it because of the typhoon, or President GMA's Sona? Either way, I'm happy I am given the day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that they get diabetes whenever there's the State of the Nation Address. 'Too sweet' as they point out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are in good terms now. He's actually a sweet guy, very funny, caring, and all that. Whenever he gets in a foul mood, well... that's a real problem. Nevertheless, I love him. (I know it sounds sloppy, but it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the things I need to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finish my homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make (or revise) my editorial column&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for the Filipino long test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for the English long test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Print some stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope I wouldn't be indolent this time. I'm trying to renew myself, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115370489894061325?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115370489894061325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115370489894061325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115370489894061325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115370489894061325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115362239430392823</id><published>2006-07-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:39:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying sessions</title><content type='html'>I'm so hating the people here right now. Bull!!! Argh. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my brother. He can't understand his assignment, so what happens is he asks help from me. I read his book, and saw that the answers were there. When I asked him to take a look at his book, he has gone manic! (You kind of have to expect that, 'coz he doesn't like to do anything which involves reading. Heck, he flunked his Marist entrance test because of Reading Comprehension.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up. My brother avoided me, and he was saying irritating things whenever I was near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the PS2 when this sibling of mine entered the room and started ranting about how unfair I was. Then came my mum. She looked at me and said, "How could you teach your brother when you're playing the PS? Can't you see that blahblahblahblah?" I felt extremely cross, turned the damn thing off, and gave the answers to him. I was so wound up that I cried and stormed out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm surfing the net, my mum told me, "What are you teaching your brother? You gave him the wrong answers! You said that blahblahblah, but that's incorrect! And you were playing the PS! Your brother is jealous when blahblah!" Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I might as well go to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115362239430392823?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115362239430392823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115362239430392823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115362239430392823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115362239430392823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/crying-sessions.html' title='Crying sessions'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115300823269384661</id><published>2006-07-16T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:29:20.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>I was making my editorial last night, and to tell the truth, I found it complicated. Creating anything is hard if you don't have inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at mum's laptop three hours straight, and my mind was blank. I was typing whatever random silliness enters my mind, about Superman, the country, and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compare myself to what I was in the past, I can say that now, I'm lackluster. It's as if all passion has been sucked out of me. What's happened? It's affecting me in so many ways: I find writing difficult, my social life is at its low, I feel old, heck - blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to happen is start a new life, because, apparently, school is my life. And since school has become a routine, it's safe to say that I've become world-weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You Are An INFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.&lt;br /&gt;But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="384" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c394/isil80/Superman/super_1024_13.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, man. Superman, help me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115300823269384661?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115300823269384661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115300823269384661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115300823269384661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115300823269384661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c394/isil80/Superman/th_super_1024_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115286007055304379</id><published>2006-07-14T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:35:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy joy!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy!! I didn't go to school for three days straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was cancelled yesterday and the day before because of a tropical rainstorm. I'm supposed to be present now, but because dad loves me so much, he decided to let us stay at home. Yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates and I are going to have our grad picture taking tomorrow, and I'm a bit pissed 'coz - &lt;em&gt;hello?!&lt;/em&gt; - graduation pictures this July?! Hell, the yearbook's going to be out on March/April! There's still much time left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I'm being sluggish in everything that I do. Sluggish? Or maybe... jaded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Kring? You're maturing WAY too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually worried about my performance in &lt;s&gt;Mrs. Sierra's friggin' class&lt;/s&gt; Math. Since I'm absent today, and there's a seatwork + quiz a while ago... you get the point. ZERO. &lt;em&gt;Tragedy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee a mid-quarter appraisal. Auhmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115286007055304379?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115286007055304379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115286007055304379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115286007055304379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115286007055304379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-joy.html' title='Happy joy!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115261319099693003</id><published>2006-07-11T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:19:51.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l0ve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/nifty_sarah/br01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In love with a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am, once more, with my bombastic fantasies. Can you say "pissed"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know why all men who meet my reqiurements are those who work in Hollywood. I mean, those whom I fall in love with are SO DARN PERFECT. What the hell's with me?! All this infatuation is making my life... complicated. Arrrgh?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family and I watched Superman last sunday and, as expected, I went head over heels for Superman - este - Brandon Routh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has such a perfect face, he looks like a wax figure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And with every perfect man, comes an evil woman. Yeah, you've guessed it - he's taken. Swept away by some woman named Courtney Ford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Duh?! Why won't he wait for me?? I mean, if he'll see me, he would know what'd make his being whole! Pambihira hindi kasi makapaghintay eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy feast day, St. Benedict.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v601/nifty_sarah/3D-Superman-Emblem.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115261319099693003?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115261319099693003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115261319099693003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115261319099693003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115261319099693003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/l0ve.html' title='l0ve.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115232613861080457</id><published>2006-07-08T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:35:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lose control</title><content type='html'>I think I'm maturing. Yeah, that's right. Maturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become less of a back biter now. I don't meddle that much anymore. I don't stick my nose on other people's business. I don't know if it's a good thing, 'coz I absolutely don't care about anything anymore. I've become quite reserved, which I'm starting to hate. (Well, not that it's a big deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to like the fact that I'm drowned with responsibilities. The school organ, projects, assignments, leadership, yadayada... I feel like attending to these than focusing on my, er, social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell's happening with me?! I'm molding into a serious woman. Haha. But... I'm still in my zealous years. I need to have fun while I'm at this stage of my life, not grow up. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BECOMING AN ANTI-SOCIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God help me. (Sorry for the profanity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115232613861080457?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115232613861080457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115232613861080457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115232613861080457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115232613861080457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/lose-control.html' title='lose control'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115171826774857984</id><published>2006-07-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:57:42.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatev.</title><content type='html'>I think my mind's being much of an ass again. Arrrrggghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this sort of daze. I'm confused. I can't say much - their isn't anything to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm in school is to learn and to be with friends. I don't want to be in mishap. To somebody: PLEASE STOP. I can't take more of your nonsense. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm the managing editor of Blue Heights. Joan's the President of OSF; Dian's the VP. Wonder what kind of governing they'll do. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of governing, I don't think some of my club mates consider me worthy of being the managing editor. Well... I hope they're not bashing me or something. Guys, you haven't even seen a quarter of what I can do. Stop judging, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. The grad picture-taking will be on July 15. DAMN. My hair's still short! Why won't the school wait for my hair to grow long first? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Selfish girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm even planning on becoming the prettiest girl on the yearbook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for some stupid reason, I'm being conscious of what I'm writing. Well, just now. I got a little pissed. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115171826774857984?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115171826774857984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115171826774857984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115171826774857984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115171826774857984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/07/whatev.html' title='Whatev.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115148841717943335</id><published>2006-06-28T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:53:37.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going craaazy.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll be taking the Mensa test!! Bullsh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many... bizarre things happening right now. I prefer keeping them to myself - I'm SO not going public about it 'coz of the stupid things my mouth could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be lovely for me to read a serious book, one like Pride and Prejudice. I hope I could borrow one from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of books, I saw the Filipino novel I need to read for my Pnoi subject (Luha ng Buwaya by Amado V. Hernandez), and whoa. As in, whoa talaga. It's TOO THICK. And the Filipino words are too profound. I don't even understand the very first word from the novel! Uhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the guidance office to unload my very heavy heart. (wow.) I actually cried! (double wow.) It only means that my prob isn't shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to research!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115148841717943335?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115148841717943335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115148841717943335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115148841717943335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115148841717943335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-craaazy.html' title='going craaazy.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115131746828183951</id><published>2006-06-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:24:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensa!!</title><content type='html'>Ooh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensa Organization is going to have a qualifying test - &lt;em&gt;a qualifying test&lt;/em&gt; - this July 1. They're only going to accept those who score within the top 2%. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fcukin wish I pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been my dream to be a member of Mensa. I mean - &lt;em&gt;hello?!&lt;/em&gt; - Mensa? &lt;em&gt;The organization for very smart people&lt;/em&gt;? Bull again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragene Palma and I have been thinking of taking the test. It'll be held at July 1 (saturday), 9 AM to 3 PM. It doesn't have a strict time limit, you could go there at any time between 9 to 3, yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound kinda stupid right now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meeeeensa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish me luck. Much, much luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115131746828183951?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115131746828183951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115131746828183951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115131746828183951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115131746828183951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/mensa.html' title='Mensa!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115115655436709569</id><published>2006-06-24T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:42:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Wala atang bilib tatay ko sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, nung nag-uusap kami ni ma sa car, na-kwento niya yung reaction ni dad nung sinabi niyang magnu-nursing ako. Desidido na kasi ako eh. So, eto namang si dad, ayaw. Kesho mahina daw ako sa science and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kasi niyang mag-fine arts (major in communication) ako or HRM. Naiintindihan ko naman kung bakit (dun kasi ako magaling), pero feeling ko hindi ko magugustuhan yung mga course na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana maintindihan ni dad na kaya ko naman... sana, for once, maisip niyang kakayanin ko. Yun kasi ang problema. As of now, hirap ako (mag-concentrate) sa science. Boring kasi teachers. (Sila pa talaga sinisi.) Eh nakakaantok sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bahay matutulog yung pinsan ko at asawa niya. Ang saya. Sana dito nalang sila. Kaso, naman - hanggang monday lang sila magsi-stay. Tapos by the end of July magmi-migrate na sila sa Tennessee. Hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, 5 kaming excused from school, kasama kasi kami sa Comission of Student Leadership (CEAP), held at Villa Immaculada sa Intramuros. Kasama din namin si Ms. Dayag nun. Wala lang, pinag-usapan ang politics at Da Vinci Code. Andun din si Manuel L. Quezon III! May autograph and contact details kami. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masayang kasama sila Ms.Dayag. Nakilala ko si Lea Eleno (VP ng Student Council). Ang saya niyang kausap! Super. Pati sa Ragene nakakaaliw. Nalaman ko ang eccentricities niya. =) Si Ange, ever palatawa at nakakatawa. At, of course, si Bettina, maloko din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko akalain na nakakaaliw si Ms. Dayag. Masarap siyang kausap at open din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/thLeeJunKi_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grabe. Ang gwapo talaga ni Lee Jun Ki. Magiging boyfriend ko to one of these days. Tingnan niyo lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115115655436709569?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115115655436709569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115115655436709569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115115655436709569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115115655436709569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115059301893380451</id><published>2006-06-18T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:10:18.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression attack</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going through a phase. Hopefully, I'm only going through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that I'm different everytime I'm in school, with my clique, with the same bunch of batch mates, compared to being in a different environment with people whom I do not know. Tuloy, hindi ko alam kung ano talaga ang personality ko - kung maingay ba ko o tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm at school, I'm SO ever the silent type, one who couldn't even speak, one who refuses to talk, for the plain reason na NASABI KO NA LAHAT NG GUSTO KONG SABIHIN. Being with the same people for the past 4 years makes that happen. Kumbaga lahat na-kwento ko na, wala na akong masabi. I don't know if it's just me, if all of this is normal or not. Being at the same environment for the past 4 years can actually grow tiring... no offense to some people, but it makes me sick. Nakakasawa. My passion has been extinguished. I'm... lackluster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may well have another reason for my behavior: the personality. Halos lahat ata ng tao sa St.Scho kasing-ugali ko. Those who are unique are celebrated - everybody wants to know them, to befriend them. The only problem is, lahat sila magkakabarkada. And the ordinary people inside the campus - me, for instance - go with our ordinary lives, ordinary routine, ordinary blah blah blah. Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KASI NAMAN, ALAM KO NA KUNG ANO'NG MANGYAYARI BUONG ARAW. I hang out with my clique in the morning, then lessons, then recess with my clique (wherein it's expected na either tahimik kaming lahat o nagpapatawa ang isa naming kabarkada),  lessons, lunch time with my clique (just like recess: expected na lahat), lessons, dismissal spent with my clique (where we wait for everybody... and where everything is the way recess goes), service with some of my kabarkada, kung saan tahimik kami ng servis mates namin... there. A routine, done for 205 days, done in the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba nakakasawa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba kayo mabu-bwisit na ganito nalang buhay niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new environment... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, it's okay for me to let go of everything. To start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember nung may review classes kami. I was the funniest and most active person on the class. Sobrang daldal ko - I was not the shy type, not even around boys. Lahat nalang kinukwento ko, lahat ng tao inaasar ko. I was in a new setting, and I was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan niyo? Ibang- iba ako sa labas. I yearn to be in a different surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the same environs with the same people and the same routine for the past 4 years... tell me, hindi ka ba magsasawa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baka naman ako lang ang may problema?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115059301893380451?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115059301893380451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115059301893380451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115059301893380451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115059301893380451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/depression-attack.html' title='depression attack'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-115046773713004417</id><published>2006-06-16T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:22:17.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted part ii</title><content type='html'>I Love You, Lee Jun Ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na pagod ako. Pumunta kami sa bahay ni Shan, cinelebrate namin ang birthday niya. Andaming pagkain - mango float, chicken, spaghetti, brownies...dami pa. Sobrang nakakabusog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago nun, nanood din kami ng House Of Wax. Hindi nakakatakot - nakakadiri. Ang gross. Ngayon ko lang nalaman (actually dati pa, pero hindi ko inaadmit) na mahina ang tiyan ko. Muntikan na kong masuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako sa mood nun. Ewan, lagi naman akong wala sa mood eh. I feel sick, kanina pa to. May lagnat ata ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-115046773713004417?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/115046773713004417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=115046773713004417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115046773713004417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/115046773713004417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/wasted-part-ii.html' title='wasted part ii'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114984715820216618</id><published>2006-06-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:59:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day high</title><content type='html'>Masaya naman sa Cecilia. Mukha namang matino ang mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang ang mga klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka, bored ako eh. Halata naman ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe kanina yung nangyari sa club fair. D-Y-A-H-E!!! Hindi maganda performance naming mga clubmates. AMBORING PUTA!! Pero, hayaan na natin. Ibabaon ko na sa libot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114984715820216618?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114984715820216618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114984715820216618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114984715820216618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114984715820216618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-high.html' title='First day high'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114917395524823935</id><published>2006-06-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:07:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues ulit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLLEGE REVIEW.TAPOS NA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang lungkot ko ngayon!!! Wahahai. So sad talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang college review ko. As in, officially tapos na. Sobrang nakakalungkot - pano kasi, ang dami ko ng close friends, sila ang mga taong sobrang nakakapagpasaya ng araw ko. Pramis! At ngayon, tapos na ang review - kumbaga katapusan na ng very source ng pagbo-bond namin. It's just sad to think na hindi na kami magsasama the way we did back nung review days pa. (Shet, ang drama ko, haha. Merde, merde!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ang mga nangyari ngayong huling araw ng review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50 ako gumising, punta kasi kami (review) sa UP Diliman para mag-final test. Pagkagising na pagkagising ko palang, may tumawag na sakin: si Faye. Tinatanong kung anong oras dapat makarating ng center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apat yung supposedly pupunta sa bahay ko nung umaga: si Faye, AJ, Mica1, at Mica2. Akalain niyo ba namang ISA lang ang natuloy! Si Mica1! Ewan ko ba kung anong nangyari sa tatlong yun, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM kami dapat umalis papuntang UP, pero na-delay ng 15 minutes. Super dami pa kasing wala! Jusko... tipong praning na praning na si Jen at lagi niyang tinatawagan sa Ms. Abbie kung aalis na ba o hinde. Pero anyway, dalawa yung van. Yung lime-greenna van eh puro girls plus Billy, and yung white naman puro boys plus Ika and Faye. Ang saya nga namin eh! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMATAY ang final test namin! Lalo na yung english! Putrages... alam mo bang 27 over 80 lang ako dun!(pano ba naman kasi... right minus 25% ng wrong.) Ang pinakamataas ko naman reading. Basta... ayoko nang alalahanin pa yung mga score ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time: Kasabay ko sila Mica1, Mica2, Jen, Ika, at Areej. Pumunta kami dun sa shopping center (mall sa loob ng school - san ka pa?), kumain kami sa karinderya na nagse-serve ng sizzling. Kami ni Areej at Ika nag-sizzling beef; the rest sizzling porkchop. Ang sarap kaya! Linagyan ng cream of mushroom yung sizzling. (Takam na kayo noh! Haha!)After nun, bumili iba samin ng Zagu. (Hazelnut Capuccino! Yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pabalik na kami sa venue ng final testing namin - sa UP Hotel - nung nakita namin ang mga ever-pasaway boys, sila Darwin, Lawrence, Marvin, at HOH. (Russ ata pangalan ni HOH... hindi ko alam eh.) pumunta sila sa liblib na lugar sa UP. Hmmm!!! Something's fishy! Since kami lang ni Mica1 ang matapang para tingnan kung anong ginagawa nila (joke lang, guys!), sinundan namin ang mga basagulero. Ayun, nakita nila kami at tinigil nila'ng ginagawa nila. Hayy.. ano kayang ritual ang nangyayari nun? It remains a mystery! (Theory: Nagyoyosi siguro sila. Yun lang naman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala... habang nagte-test kami, etong seat mate ko, si Faye, tinatanong kung ano yung sagot sa certain numbers. Ok lang naman sakin, hindi rin naman kasi ako sure sa mga sagot ko eh. TAPOS ALAM NIYO BA! Nung tapos na kami sa finals, sinabi ni Ms. Abbie, "By the way, I saw one of you cheating a while ago... ako na bahala sa grades ng taong yun.", tapos GRABE... ang mga repapipz ko nagsi-tinginan samin ni Faye! Aaaaagh!! So si Faye naman, "Hala Kring, sorry, hindi ko naman kasi alam na mahuhuli tayo!", sinasabi ko, "Hindi, okay lang," (sabay tingin sa sahig) . Praning na praning talaga 'ko sa grades ko 'coz bagsak na nga ko sa final test, bababaan pa score ko? Di ba? Where's the justice? (Joke.) Pero nung nasa CR ako, nalaman ko na ibang tao pala ang pinaparinggan ni Ms.Abbie nun... hehe. Buti nalang hindi kami nahuling nandadaya! Kaya no lesson learned! Hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM kami natapos. Uwian na. Eto na siguro ang isa sa mga pinaka- malulungkot na scenario sa sa buhay ko: ang malaman na hindi na magkakasama ang batch1/batch2 as a whole. Na-divide uli yung class sa dalawa, para hati sa mga van. May mga kasama kaming lalaki dapat eh, kaso GAGO talaga yung mga yun, ayaw mag-hiwalay! Parang mga mag-syota! Ewan ko ba sa mga yun, sayang talaga't hindi sila gumagawa ng effort makipag-bond. (Sila pa sinisi eh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga tao sa lime green van eh ako, ang dalawang Mica, si Jen, Areej, Carleen, Tin, Ms. Abbie, Boyps ni Ms. Abbie, Chobi, at si Billy. Nagsibabaan ang iba (Ms. Abbie, BF, Billy, Carleen, Tin) sa Sta. Lucia, so bale aanim nalang kami. Masaya nung kami nalang - sabihin nalng nating kami ang close friends and everything. Ang saya talaga. Nagpa-plano na kami ng kung kailan kami lalakad (June 10 - mark your calendars! Sayang di makakasama sa Jen!), kasi... para naman tight-knit parin kami. Grabe. Ang lungkot talaga! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa review center: kami nalang ni Areej, Mica1, at Mica2 ang natira. Dun sa white na van - take note, 11 sila - dalawa nalang ang natira, si Ika at Noah. Yung iba NAGSIBABAAN SA STA.LU. Saya nila noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kuya Noah! (Nash totoo niyang pangalan... ewan... para sakin mas bagay ang name na Noah sa kanya eh.) Bukas, June o2, alis na siya. BABALIK NA SIYANG RIYADH! Waaah! Tae yan! Siya pa naman ang pinaka-matino sa boys! Asar talaga! Sayang. We need more people who are like him dito sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that concludes my buhay sa last dayng college review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para sa messages ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mica1&lt;/span&gt;. Nasabi ko ba sayo na ikaw ang pinaka-close friend ko sa review? Pangako. Sobrang mami-miss talaga kita. Study group ah?! Happy birthday din! At SOBRANG GOOD LUCK sa love life! (Keep me updated!) Papara-papa... love ko to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mica2&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy babae! Hehe. Sobrang sorry kung lagi kitang inaasar. Ang sarap mo kasing asarin eh. Hehe! Ang CUTECUTE mo kasi! :D (Joke lang yun.) Good luck sa love triangle natin!! (Woohooo... DML!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;. Hai. Ang babaeng may 24 na waist line. Pwede bang magpataba ka ng kahit onte? (Joke.:) 'Wag ka na kasi umatend dun sa kasal! Gusto kita makita uli! Punta ka sa bahay minsan ah!! I miss you!! (Oo nga pala, tungkol sa naging girlfriend ko... joke lang!! Hala, galit na yan! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Areej&lt;/span&gt;. Nung last day lang kasi tayo naging close... hrrg! Asar! I want to know you more! Hay nako. Inggit ako sa babaeng to. (Wag mo na tanungin kung bakit! Hehehe.. :D) Ang ganda ng hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chobi&lt;/span&gt;. Wasapwasap! Alala ko nung final test, sobrang taas ng balahibo mo eh umaabot na ata sa bubong. Hehe! Yung akin din kaya! Sana mas maging close pa tayo! Umatend ka sa celebration ni Mica1 ha! Para magkita uli tayo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tin&lt;/span&gt;. Ang kulit ng bruhang to... haha! Hoy! Akala ko ba makiki-kain ka sa bahay?! Ba't hanggang ngayon hindi ka pa pumupunta sa'min? Uy, wag mo kong kalimutan pag sikat ka na ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carleen&lt;/span&gt;. Hey. Ahaha. Sana mas maging close pa tayo. Hindi tayo nakapag-bond! So sad! Next time ah?! Makakalipat ka pa bang St. Scho? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;. Haaaaaaaayyyyy. Sobrang Haaaaayyy. Marami pang Sinigang dito sa bahay namin! Pumunta ka minsan ah! Cheat tayo uli! Haha, joke time! :D Miss na kita! *Pinch sa cheeks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RJ este AJ&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy bruha... ano ng meron sa love lifemo? Ala na kong alam ah! Hihintayin ko ang araw na babalik ka sa aming pamamahay... (korni.) ang takaw mo pala noh! Ba't di ka mataba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ika&lt;/span&gt;. Taga Dayspring ka pala! Hehe... di ko alam! School ko yun dati! :) Hey, hindi ka parin ba makapag-salita sa sobrang windang mo sa test? Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Billy&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck kay... ano... alam mo na... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;. Heeeey!!! Punyeta, mami-miss kita! Basahin mo sa eroplano sulat ko ah! Snail mail me! Wag mo kaming kalimutan. Super bait mo!! Promise! Mami-miss kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jhileen&lt;/span&gt;. HOY! Ba't ka pa nagkasakit? Di tuloy ako updated! Kwento mo sakin yung nangyari sa E.K. ah! Good luck sa love life mo! Bonding tayo sa school! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOH&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy Bakla! Ano bang pangalan mo? 'Di ko alam eh! Ehe! Sa mga kalokohan mo, saludo ako sayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Darwin&lt;/span&gt;. Ang sobrang makulit mag-text. (Amoy yosi! Joke. :D) Ipagdadasal ko na magtagumpay ka sa love triangle ninyo nila... ano. DML!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt;. Pasaway! Sa totoo lang, mami-miss ko kakulitan mo! Good luck sa DLSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lawrence.&lt;/span&gt; Isa pang hayup mag-text. Ang ganda ng hikaw mo! Mas babae ka pa sakin! Good luck sa love triangle! DML!!! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ATsaIBA.&lt;/span&gt; Guys!!! Sorry di ko kayo na-mention. Hindi ko kasi alam name niyo. Face lang. :P Pero, honestly, I look forward to seeing you again! Kasi sobrang gusto ka kayo maging ka-close pa. Really. Text niyo ko ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Kapagod! Ayun. Sige. Lalo akongmade-depress pag mag-iisip pa 'ko. Hahahaiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114917395524823935?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114917395524823935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114917395524823935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114917395524823935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114917395524823935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/06/blues-ulit.html' title='Blues ulit.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114889119891073110</id><published>2006-05-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:26:38.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iyak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Augh. Unbelievable. One week 'til classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE WEEK LEFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One measly week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this guy class mate of mine's creeping me off. He's so... scary. o_O I don't know why I said that, &lt;em&gt;basta&lt;/em&gt;. The fact remains that he gives me goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will I act in front of my service mates next week? I feel like it's going to be &lt;em&gt;pretty uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt;. (Long story to that.) Just wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114889119891073110?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114889119891073110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114889119891073110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114889119891073110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114889119891073110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/iyak.html' title='iyak!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114879579338159871</id><published>2006-05-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:56:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SUITE LIFE OF KRING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a suite at Discovery Suites is AMAZING. (First time haha.) It's as if you're at a house, not at a hotel. There's a kitchen, a living room, a BIG loo, and a bedroom - all spotless. Plus, the temperature's only 8 degrees Celsius. Coolness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast was heavenly! I could see angels while I'm eating, haha, corny. The food was real good. I overate, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm having some problems with my brother, Bryan. He can't stand being the butt of jokes, which makes him intolerable. He's always mad! Mad at ME! He keeps saying, "Ate, hindi na kita papatawarin!" and it seems like he's dead serious. It's too much. Also, when I sermon him, he keeps answering back. Very disrespectful of him, I must say. I can't take him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan wasn't like this before. I adored him 'coz he was so funny; he was up for everything. None of that has changed - what makes him unbearable is his temper. He's driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one week to go before SCHOOL. Another ten months of homework, projects, terrorists, sob fests, pressure, deadlines, etc. I don't want summer to end. I just want to stay home and eat. *Breaks down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114879579338159871?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114879579338159871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114879579338159871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114879579338159871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114879579338159871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/hangover.html' title='hangover'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114856198261831304</id><published>2006-05-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:49:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-A-N-A-N-A-S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/haaaah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself being disloyal to your lover - and this "lover" of yours doesn't even know you exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do. I'm being unfaithful to my "boyfriend" of 8 months, Gerard. I'm slowly, treacherously, falling for... (Drum rolls) Dermot Mulroney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is just SO handsome. What's his problem? Why is he perfect? Why does he come into my life, knowing that, in the end, he'll only break my heart? And, my goodness, he's 42 YEARS OLD - old and married (I am GOING to HUNT Catherine Keener.) , with a son named Clyde. (Okay, you see, I'm researching...) Why does he have to charm Hollywood, with his smile lines and all? Can't he see his attractiveness is DEADLY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for exaggerating!!! I'm so smitten and heartbroken right now, haha. My dreams are so out of reach, so… FAR-FETCHED!!! Damn it! My mother doesn't even support me! ("You're reaching for the stars again!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT! All men who pass my requirements are: 1. From Hollywood, 2. Famous, 3. Taken, 4. Old, 5. Loved by everyone known to exist on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just sulk in my room for about a week, eat a ton of Cornetto Drumstick (only P18!), and refuse to talk to anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to get over a heartbreak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="468" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/mulroney2.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Look, Dermot's so creative AND generous, selling the lunchbox he made and giving the money to charity. Damn you, Perfect Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114856198261831304?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114856198261831304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114856198261831304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114856198261831304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114856198261831304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/b-n-n-s.html' title='B-A-N-A-N-A-S!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114808756246095172</id><published>2006-05-20T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:12:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing?</title><content type='html'>So my section is St. Cecilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my classmates are.. well, let's put it this way: they're WILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been researching on who my classmates are, and right now I'm at the point of a breakdown. Will I fit in? (I think so.) Whoa my goodness!!! They're too much for me to handle! I hope they'd make my Senior year a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want some people to "take over". According to my paranoid friend, Hamille, some of my classmates will make most people feel left out, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the topic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Metro East to see my clique. I missed them a lot!!! We had sooo much fun. We played at Timezone, plus we karaoke-d. It was really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also met Hamille's catch, Kevin. Let me tell you: he's hot. Well, not really. But he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crushing on someone OLD right now, as in Stone-Age Old: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DERMOT MULRONEY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's so handsome!!! I'm watching "The Wedding Date" over and over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this: His birthday is on October 31. Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you a pic some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114808756246095172?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114808756246095172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114808756246095172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114808756246095172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114808756246095172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/depressing.html' title='Depressing?'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114778207881631655</id><published>2006-05-16T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:21:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BULLSH*T!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DA VINCI CODE IS R-18!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is unacceptable!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm mature enough to not believe in the content of the movie!! (Atleast I think I am.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daaaaaamn MTRCB!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waaah!!! I have dreamt of seeing Da Vinci Code in the movies for the longest time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And NOW it's R-18?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RAAAAAAARRR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114778207881631655?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114778207881631655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114778207881631655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114778207881631655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114778207881631655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/bullshtda-vinci-code-is-r-18-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114748073483010044</id><published>2006-05-13T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:38:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooring.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored to death!! Instead of enjoying my freedom by playing the PS2, I get stuck with my brothers in darkness - literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it's called brownout. It should be "blackout", 'coz the world doesn't go brown whenever the power shuts down. What's with the people who thought the color's brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal Lola's going to stay with us for a vacation. I'm excited to see her and to taste her cooking. Siiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's mothers day, whaaaat am I going to get my mum?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114748073483010044?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114748073483010044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114748073483010044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114748073483010044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114748073483010044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/boooring.html' title='Boooring.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114744122505259373</id><published>2006-05-12T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:40:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.</title><content type='html'>This skin so sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, don't worry - I'm fine. I'm don't think about what has happened. All I know is that I'm innocent. Honestly, I don't care. Am I numb or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I cried it all out the day it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV sucks! Why didn't MCR win?!? Plus, check this: Simon Webbe won the "Favorite Breakthrough Artist", but when we last checked the results, he was WAY behind. (OMG cheating!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a leave from my review coz I was tired. Two of my buddies, Faye and AJ, went here. We had fun! Yeah. My brother, Bryan, had a riot session while they were here, which was pretty embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After two months, I finally have my period!!! Yes!!!&lt;/span&gt; I seriously thought I'm going to be sterile, so I pretty much welcome my period. I'm happy!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to U.P. Manila. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL. AND IS THAT HABAGAT?! *shivers from the storm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114744122505259373?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114744122505259373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114744122505259373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114744122505259373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114744122505259373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/05/sucks.html' title='Sucks.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114637499829546993</id><published>2006-04-30T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:46:44.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone.</title><content type='html'>I'm home alone... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family, they all left to go to Bataan. As for me, here I am, stuck at the house, waiting for inspiration to do something productive. I hate this - I'm left here 'coz I have a college review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't worry about them too much. I'm getting all paranoid. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am bored to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Knavish, Redhead-Injuring Nightmare from the Grotto" src="http://monster.namedecoder.com/webimages/imp-KRING.png" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dedede"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is creative and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Apple Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/apple-green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost super-humanly upbeat. You have a very positive energy that surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you are happy go lucky, you're also charmingly assertive.&lt;br /&gt;You get what you want, even if you have to persuade those against you to see things your way.&lt;br /&gt;Reflective and thoughtful, you know yourself well - and you know that you want out of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorgreenareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Green Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Apple Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/apple.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never one to take life too seriously, and because of it, you're a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;And although you have a great sense of humor, you are never superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and caring, you do like to get to the core of people - to understand them well.&lt;br /&gt;However, any probing you do is light hearted and fun, sometimes causing people to misjudge you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Red Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#fff8c2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td color="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break-ups can be painful for you, but you never show it. You hold your head high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Kring&amp;gender=f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Kring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kring has 118 ridges around the edge!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over 2000 people have now climbed kring, with roughly ten percent dying on the way down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kring is the world's largest rodent!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kring is the only bird that can swim but not fly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four-fifths of the surface of kring is covered in water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pound for pound, hamburgers cost more than kring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donald Duck's middle name is kring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While sleeping, fifteen percent of men snore, and ten percent grind their kring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kring can live for up to a week without a head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kring was originally green, and actually contained cocaine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, let's see if these are right. ^___^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I don't even know what that means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Well, I'm not sure if I resemble a mountain or something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Hell, I sure am the sexiest, prettiest, and smartest rodent in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I wish I could swim all the way to New Jersey and get my boyfriend, Gerard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Do I look like a fish to you? Ooh... maybe I look like a mermaid. A beautiful mermaid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Hey, I'm not that cheap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Donald Kring Duck? Why didn't he ever say that his middle name's 'Kring'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. ...that's disturbing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I might as well be with the headless katipunero who haunts our school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. That's... addictive! I think it's still has not worn off: many people are SO, like, addicted to me. Kidding! X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114637499829546993?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114637499829546993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114637499829546993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114637499829546993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114637499829546993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-alone.html' title='Home alone.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114629571826639811</id><published>2006-04-29T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:43:28.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll fly home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Dad just got home from China and I'm very satisfied with his pasalubong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a shirt, capri pants, and an MP4!! I'm so happy! It looks exactly like an iPod. And, take this: the memory is 4GB. Whoa. Im loving it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave me a rug (atleast I think it is) which resembles a fox!! It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114629571826639811?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114629571826639811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114629571826639811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114629571826639811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114629571826639811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-fly-home.html' title='We&apos;ll fly home'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114621206639007777</id><published>2006-04-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:14:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to think that the world isn't as good as I have envisioned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe things aren't the way I thought them to be. What I had in mind is a good life - a life without bad pressure, without vices, and with a bit of bullsh*t every now and then. I doubt I'll live that existence now. I could feel that the world I have lived turned its back on me, telling me that THIS is reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Peer pressure. Urges. Influences. Smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The craving to get a fag.. it's just too much. I don't want to do it, but I sort of want to feel the sensation of getting lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry, but I need to shut up on some details. I can't tell what triggered me to think these, but it's cool if you call me at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114621206639007777?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114621206639007777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114621206639007777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114621206639007777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114621206639007777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality-bites.html' title='Reality bites'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114592648341417626</id><published>2006-04-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:54:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm in such panic because, once again, of my procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't find a good review center!! I mean, Expert's good, that's actually where I want to do my thing this summer. The problem is, I want someone with me! I can't go there alone, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know how to commute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Plus, if I'm alone, my 'rents wouldn't even think of letting me enroll there. ("Too dangerous, you being alone.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's actually an MSA review here on my subdivision, but they started last week, and, whoa, there's too much catching up to do. Well. This is frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please pray for me. I really need to find one NOW. UP and UST, my dream schools, are so only in my dreams right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114592648341417626?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114592648341417626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114592648341417626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114592648341417626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114592648341417626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114578906854191643</id><published>2006-04-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:44:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whadda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE IT!! MCR'S LOSING IN THE MTV ASIA AWARDS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hey! You know what? My braces are gonna be removed! Yehey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last April 18, Pop Inc (MTV) played my request, "Ghost of You"!!! I'm soooo happy! VJ Utt said I'm cute!! :D Haha. What the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm crushin him because of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114578906854191643?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114578906854191643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114578906854191643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114578906854191643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114578906854191643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/whadda.html' title='Whadda'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114505882406114770</id><published>2006-04-15T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T07:56:41.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE VISIT &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=kriing"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=kriing&lt;/a&gt; PLSS? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK SOME STUFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;READ THE POST BELOW IF YOUR SUFFERING FROM A LOSS. (HEHE.) YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bea's leaving tomorrow. She's migrating to New Jersey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bea, I'll miss you a lot. If only there were a way for you to stay here and GRADUATE first! Sigh. I'll miss you. Really really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So many people are leaving, migrating to Canada or the States. I think I understand why: they're looking for a better future and a better home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bea, just tell me if there are any bullies at your school and I'll, uh, listen. Keep in touch ha?! I'm not sure if I'll always be available at Saturdays. Anyway, pasalubong din! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll missss you. A lot! Love ya. (Okay, drama...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114505882406114770?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114505882406114770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114505882406114770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114505882406114770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114505882406114770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-miss-you.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114491716954069269</id><published>2006-04-13T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:32:49.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm stressed from the activities we did in Bora. Island hopping, Banana boating, swimming, and LOTS of walking. But I enjoyed it very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are so many foreigners in Bora, but Koreans caught my attention. They're very beautiful!!!I really, badly wanted to meet 'em, but I get intimidated. Errr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm getting hooked with the MTV Asia Awards forum. There are many great people there. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So... it's back to reality for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kada Siete: Sorry di ako nakasama sa lakad nyo. Feeling ko tuloy anlaki ng utang ko sa inyo. Sencia talaga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114491716954069269?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114491716954069269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114491716954069269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114491716954069269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114491716954069269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114448326242625857</id><published>2006-04-08T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:35:16.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola, Boracay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My family, relatives, and I will be having a road trip tonight. We're going to Boracay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm excited but I feel like I don't deserve to be in Bora, &lt;em&gt;physically speaking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why - maybe because I have been so accustomed to seeing "beautiful" bodies having fun on the white sands, and, well, I don't have that kind of skinny body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope I could truly have fun and not be too conscious of my physical appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hope you're having a fab summer. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=kriing" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,all you have to do is click some stuff. I got this from Dian. (Dian, hope you don't mind. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114448326242625857?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114448326242625857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114448326242625857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114448326242625857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114448326242625857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/hola-boracay.html' title='Hola, Boracay!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114430036017193022</id><published>2006-04-06T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:12:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm at mum's office and it's so cold. Like, negative 1 degree cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mum's office mate and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Office mate&lt;/span&gt;: Wow, look at you! You're all grown up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Smiles) Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Office mate&lt;/span&gt;: Are you in high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, ma'am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Office mate&lt;/span&gt;: What, first year high school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Um...(feels insulted) incoming senior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Office mate&lt;/span&gt;: Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I look that much of a thirteen year old?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114430036017193022?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114430036017193022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114430036017193022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114430036017193022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114430036017193022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114402040666672638</id><published>2006-04-03T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T07:26:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's my Mama's birthday and we're going to celebrate it at MARIST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Wait... huh? Marist? As in, the exclusive all-boys school?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You see, Bryan, my brother, failed the entrance test the first time, so he's gonna take a retest today. Tsk. He only thing he actually failed on is Reading Comprehension, so while we were in Filinvest we FORCED him to read books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He was so irritable at that time! &lt;em&gt;Sobrang init talaga ng ulo niya&lt;/em&gt;. Super.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He didn't want to read but since, as I said, we forced him to, he was in such a foul, disgusting mood. I wanted to punch him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana makapasa na siya ngayon&lt;/em&gt;. (Makes sign of the cross)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, Gerard and I celebrated our 7th month together!!&lt;/span&gt; Haha! It was nice =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, Gerard's birthday is on April 9!! Shet 29 years old na siya haha. I'm gonna be in Boracay with him! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114402040666672638?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114402040666672638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114402040666672638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114402040666672638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114402040666672638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/04/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114360934086707924</id><published>2006-03-29T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:15:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr!Rar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This computer is taking, like, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Filinvest AGAIN. Know why? 'Coz our brand new &lt;em&gt;stupid stupid nag-iinarteng &lt;/em&gt;maid left us yesterday. She didn't even stay with us for 48 hours! &lt;em&gt;Isang araw lang tinagal niya. &lt;strong&gt;ISANG ARAW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating this. Mum had to bring us here 'coz we can't eat well if we're going to stay at the house. Ate Vangie isn't talented at the culinary side, mind you. Well, this makes me feel like I'm in welfare or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I might as well take a survey 'coz this slow computer bores me to tears. &lt;em&gt;Pansin ko lang lagi ako nagsu-&lt;/em&gt;survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~*~* Top 10 *~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---10 Firsts---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Best Friend:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joy, my cousin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Screenname:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sphinx. (Jologs days.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Pet Name:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't remember, I was still a kid. :( I'd take "Cindy" as my first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Piercing:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was an infant. Tongue pierce. Kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Crush:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sir Benjamin Tesoro!! Haha. Rich, handsome, chubby kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First CD:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spice Girls! Loved them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First School:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tender Care. (Reminds me of powder.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First House Location:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quezon City, near Capitol Medical Center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Kiss:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ssshh. Grade, uh, two? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First Car:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Range Rover. (Okay, I'm fantasizing again..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---9 Lasts---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Time You Smoked:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No plans of smoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Food You Ate:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mango. Diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Car Ride:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A while ago, on my trip to Filinvest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Movie You Watched:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just Friends. "You don't deserve a penis!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Phone Call:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuenco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last CD You Listened To:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Chemical Romance, obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Bubble Bath You Took:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oooh. Ages ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Song You Listened To:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Astro Zombies by MCR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last Words You Said:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Antagal...punyeta..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---8 Have-You-Evers---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dated A Best Friend:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Date? How about "bond"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been Arrested:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been On TV:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How I wish! Anyway, malapit na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eaten Sushi:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheated On Your B/F or G/F:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haven't. I was as faithful as a dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been On A Blind Date:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't feel blind dates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been Out Of The Country:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. Hong Kong and US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been In Love:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think... yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---7 Things You Are Wearing---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue MCS school shorts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue Snoopy tee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swiss watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red pony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eye glasses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cotton panties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A blank expression on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---6 Things You've Done Today---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate pork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Complained of going to Filinvest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Played FFX2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Packed my things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cursed under my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched Eddie Guerero (Viva La Raza! I miss you so much, dude.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---5 Favorite Things (not in any order)---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum's laptop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Chemical Romance CD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Pilot Gtec C4/C3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My damned and destroyed MP3 player. Dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---4 People You Most Trust---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuenx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bryan, my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---3 Things You Want To Do Before You Die---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marry and have a happy, fulfilling life WITH GERARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have my name on the Walk Of Fame. (Either on Libis or Hollywood) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;---2 Choices---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hugs or Kisses:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hugs. But it totally depends on the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--1 Person You Want To See Right Now---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gerard, as in, face to face, eye to eye, lips to lips...(Oops!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="~*~* Top 10 *~*~" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S43075/~*~*_Top_10_*~*~.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've been totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114360934086707924?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114360934086707924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114360934086707924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114360934086707924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114360934086707924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/grrrrrar.html' title='Grrrr!Rar.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114342730396533093</id><published>2006-03-27T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:34:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty befuddled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recieved a text message which, I think, is applicable to my emotional confusion. (BTW, thanks for the quote, Shan. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minsan tinitingnan mo lang ang gusto mong makita,&lt;br /&gt;pinakikinggan mo lang ang gusto mo marinig,&lt;br /&gt;ba't di mo subukan intindihin yung hindi mo maintindihan?&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling malaman mo ang dapat mong maramdaman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just romance in which I am befuddled. There are these feelings in me which are unknown of origin. Let's say for example, I'm staring unto the distance, thinking of absolutely nothing. Then, while I'm at this state, I'll suddenly have a sense of being bloated. It's not like I overate or anything. Rather, there's this horrible thought coming unto me, a monster which is ubiquitous in my everyday life, saying "Aren't you sick of yourself, huh? Aren't you hating where you are now? Aren't you disgusted with your existence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible, trying to shrug it off. It's persistent. It stays with me and makes me wallow in my revulsion. It's as if I have done something so distasteful that I'm better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a depressed mood lately. I've been glum ever since... ever since it has been shoved to my face that I'm not the best. That I don't satisfy one's emotive necessities. It's too personal. I didn't know that one person could make such an appalling difference in my life. It's heartbreaking. It's too disgusting. Honestly, it makes me retch. It makes me damn not only that someone, but myself as well. I have been too much of a fairy tale believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt trip aside, let me tell you what it feels like to be confused. At first I thought it was "cool", experiencing perplexity. I, for so long a time, wanted to have this kind of emotion. Then it happened. And you know what? It's sordid. It's too powerful, too heavy for one like me to handle. It comprises of sleepless nights, crying sessions, suicidal "what-if" thoughts, and the urge to get a blade and, for once, suffer masochism. It's disheartening. It's as if you're alone, and that no one understands. I'm uncertain if this is just a part of teenage rebellion, but if it is, then I hope to grow up and be an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not some sort of weirdo whose zest has been wiped out from the face of the earth. Hopefully, there are those who are on what I'm going through, too. I need reassurance that I'm not alone in this desolate earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's my kada (got this from Dian :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="160" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/kada4.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="120" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/lipadparu-paro.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luisa: Alriiight, pose!! 1-2-...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ms. Abergos:&lt;em&gt;Teka sama ako!! (biglang singit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Luisa: ...-3!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Milburga: &lt;em&gt;Ay punyeta! Epal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joke lang Ms. Abergos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114342730396533093?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114342730396533093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114342730396533093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114342730396533093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114342730396533093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/beauty-befuddled.html' title='beauty befuddled'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114335645360538873</id><published>2006-03-26T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:01:12.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After being &lt;em&gt;bangag&lt;/em&gt; for such a long time, I have finally regained my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is finally fixed!!God, I hated that Tober skin, it was too plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another toxic-filled day it has been. I also have a raspy voice because of my coughs and colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing someone, but I know that "someone" is numb and, well, too preoccupied to think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them be. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD FOR YOUR SITE [65 questions about everything] &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hair colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;eye colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn..5'2!Don't you understand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FAVOURITES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As of now... Beep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;colour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Chemical Romance! They rock my socks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;singer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello? Gerard!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;rapper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm.. Mike Shinoda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;YOUR FRIENDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;funniest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuenx! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;craziest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joan Delmonte. It has to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sweetest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably Lyka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;best personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lyka still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;prettiest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No way, that's me! Haha. Anyway, Dian. (I'm betraying myself.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hottest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Myself. Without a doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;meanest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bitchiest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;best for advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jenny. Whoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;secretly hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MOVIES [favourite..]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;funny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White Chicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;scary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exorcism of Emily Rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;romantic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Wedding Date...or Brokeback Mountain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm... The Tale of Two Sisters or Ju-On. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what are you wearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An oversized shirt and a multicolored short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what does your hair look like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Messy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what song are you listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just listened to Drex singing "My Happy Ending" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;who are you talking to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody..er, myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;are you screaming or swearing or spazzing on anyone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if so, who?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;why?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's dumb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk to the hand, f*ck this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LAST PERSON YOU..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hugged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm... Roseanne? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;swore at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jet. We just chatted. Miss you Jet!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;text messaged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuenco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;phoned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuenco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got phoned by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kyle, my brudda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ryan, I think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got hit by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drex, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kissed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got kissed by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e-mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;kreungers@yahoo.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;phone number:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6566835 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cell number:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;09226884288 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;house address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brentwood St., Brookside Hills Subd., Cainta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;^ hah just kidding.. im not a stalker ^:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If someone stalks me because of this stupid info... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MUSIC [your favourite..]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sad song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Demolition Lovers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Helena :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dance song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance, Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;just plain old song that you love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Headfirst for Halos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;love song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;emo song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Er... I Never Told You What I Do For A Living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;broken heart song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="GOOD FOR YOUR SITE [65 questions about everything] &lt;3" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S53764/GOOD_FOR_YOUR_SITE_[65_questions_about_everything]_&lt;3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've been totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114335645360538873?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114335645360538873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114335645360538873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114335645360538873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114335645360538873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114328374786145653</id><published>2006-03-25T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:49:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss Milburga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm at my relatives house in Filivest QC; I feel like toxic 'coz I haven't done anything productive since yesterday. This is rarr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss my friend but I know she doesn't miss me. I mean, um, it's a long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last wednesay my clique and I watched "The Maid", but like every other horror story, it was corny. We didn't kind of appreciate it. Roseanne had some guests at the second floor. They were... er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that, we went to Nature's Camp. We swam and wall climbed. It was fun. Roseanne's napkin was seen through her shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna change this skin!!!Errrr.Help,anyone?I'll pay you cash. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bright Star Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/bright-star-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you&lt;br /&gt;You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial&lt;br /&gt;And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy&lt;br /&gt;You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.&lt;br /&gt;Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul and Prophet Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...&lt;br /&gt;But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Open Minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't exactly open minded, but you have been known to occasionally change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You're tolerant enough to get along with others who are very different...&lt;br /&gt;But you may be quietly judgmental of things or people you think are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You take your own values pretty seriously, and it would take a lot to change them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 44% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114328374786145653?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114328374786145653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114328374786145653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114328374786145653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114328374786145653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/er_25.html' title='er..'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114328244062216423</id><published>2006-03-25T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:27:20.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>er..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss Milburga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm at my relatives house in Filivest QC; I feel like toxic 'coz I haven't done anything productive since yesterday. This is rarr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss my friend but I know she doesn't miss me. I mean, um, it's a long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last wednesay my clique and I watched "The Maid", but like every other horror story, it was corny. We didn't kind of appreciate it. Roseanne had some guests at the second floor. They were... er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that, we went to Nature's Camp. We swam and wall climbed. It was fun. Roseanne's napkin was seen through her shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna change this skin!!!Errrr.Help,anyone?I'll pay you cash. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114328244062216423?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114328244062216423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114328244062216423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114328244062216423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114328244062216423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/er.html' title='er..'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114292287579135669</id><published>2006-03-21T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:43:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of classes!!!Yahoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to study Noli Me Tangere chapters 50-63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly! - A Survey of Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* So Basically... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Name?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Age?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Birth Date?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;February 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair Color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dark brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eye Color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Height?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5'2..height after hard labor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weight?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um.. 105-110 pounds. I'm still pretty, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Body Type?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexy? Haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got four on my ears. I want to have my belly pierced, but I'm broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;None YET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you wearing right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A white tee and school shorts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair style at the moment?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Favorites *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soda?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't drink soda. Anyway, Pepsi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Food?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinigang! Tonkatsu! Does chocolate count? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Water and Green Tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alcoholic Drink?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gin Pomelo! Daikiri!! Margarita!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time of day?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Season?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Winter! Kidding. I like spring. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day of the week?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday and Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Song at the moment?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pump It! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Band/Artist?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Chemical Romance!! Love them to bits. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Book?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Potter (the usual..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Subject in school?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dismissal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Place in the USA?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;New Jersey!! I'll come for Gerard!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Place outside the USA?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Philippines!:D Greece, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red and Orange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Style of clothes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bohemian.. trendy, in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Store?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People Are People!:D Love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mall?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Metroeast!Kidding!:D Galleria!168!Haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;City?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vigan.I'm thinking Spanish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Website?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magazine?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Japanese Magazines(if only I understand the articles...)!Seventeen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kind of pet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Puppies, kittens, sharks..name it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Worst *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Place to be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywhere near indecent people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Class in school?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chemistry. Molality? Molarity? PV=nRt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time of dayr?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12-3 PM, especially when it's summer time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Season?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um... rainy season? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kind of pet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;House Lizards, Cockroaches, Rats... our wandering pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red wine. A glass or two makes me too red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Food?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Liver. Hate the feel it has in my tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mall?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;168.Ever Gotesco Malls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Store?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Signature stores where you couldn't buy ANYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Style of clothes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taong Grasa style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Celebrity?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HEART EVANGELISTA!!I HATE HER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Book?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;None in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Type of music?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Techno.Eeeeww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Website?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any porn website that arouses me. (God, I'm kidding.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magazine?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Daily Life *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When do you get up?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5 AM most of the time. But that's about to change. :D (insert song: "First of Summer". Hate that song though.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is your first thought?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What time is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you do first?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wash my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's your usual outfit?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My school uniform. But it'll be a bikini soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the first class of the day?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When does school end?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;March 22, 2006.. BUKAS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you see your friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, like, everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you do when you get home?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strip ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What time do you go to bed?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Do you...*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brush your teeth daily?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brush your hair daily?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shower daily?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With such hot weather, you think I wouldn't shower daily? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Er... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Party?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get drunk?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, no. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In your dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read books?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes. It's difficult to find a good book nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to music a lot?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read magazines?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go online a lot?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay on AIM all day even with an away message?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't AIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a religion?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have an IPod?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Want an IPod?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truly, madly, badly do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a Girlfriend/Boyfriend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. Have lots of girl pals. (Corny!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Play an instrument?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. Tambourine, Maracas, Triangle, Bongos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get sick a lot?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch TV?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm actually watching MTV Diyes right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like MTV?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm actually watching MTV Diyes right now. I LOVE Pop Inc! Go Denise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like VH1?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like the History Channel?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't have cable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have Digital Cable?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just told you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have more than 500 channels on your TV?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We.Don't.Have.Cable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen to the radio?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still use your CD player?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stalk people?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have more than 200 buddies on your Buddy List?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm working on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have dial-up internet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have AOL?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know HTML?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tiny bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a GPA higher than 3.9?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Er... With what being the highest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get H's in honors classes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Want this? *raises knuckles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Music *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you listen to Rap?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On MTV, yeah. But it's only Fort Minor that I like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R &amp;amp; B?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blues and/or Jazz?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Classical?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If watching "Phantom of the Opera" counts, then I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pop?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Country?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. Yawdeleihihoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emo/Scremo?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MCR!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heavy Metal?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christian?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, at school. At church, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Techno?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm forced to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reggae?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No,no,no... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Broadway Musical songs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oldies?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every sunday, at the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* In A Boyfriend/Girlfriend *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Natural red.:D Light brown, black... whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eye color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Green, Goldish Brown. (Oh, Gerard...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tattoos?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With my name on it? No prob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Piercings?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as possible, none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Favorite Music?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emo/Screamo, Pop/Punk Rock. Don't he EVER listen to Techno! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Style of clothing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever as long as he/she doesn't look embarrassing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Body Type?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexy!:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personality or Looks?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Both, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you go out with someone just for their money?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, but just for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you go on "Pity Dates"?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. Let them suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does size matter?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit...yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they have to be popular?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. As long as he/she looks good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does the guy ask the girl or the other way around?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The guy asks the girl. I'm so ancient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do you go on the first date?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiss on the first date?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex on the first date?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This survey is so rude, it's cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Right Now *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think you look good right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. I look good everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you eating something?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you drinking something?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you IMing anyone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you talking on the phone with someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think I can when I'm online? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you talking face to face with someone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With my imaginary friend, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is anyone at your house who doesn't live there?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our maids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What song are you listening to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just listened to the unintelligible song of Up Dharma Down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you watching on TV?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MTV Diyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What other websites do you have open?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogskins.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are you taking this survey?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For fun, but I didn't realize that it's long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where are you going to post it?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;iluvkring.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you going to do after this?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* What do you Believe? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I do. @_@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The afterlife?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aliens?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Er... I keep it neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The devil?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After watching "The Exorcism of Emily Rose", yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heaven?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not really, I mean, God wouldn't punish us in such a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Scientology?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hinduism?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buddhism?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christianity?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taoism?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Er... if their belief would help me attain happiness, then yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Judism?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even know Judism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Neutral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reincarnation?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I once strongly believed in reincarnation... I hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yourself?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah!AJA,Kring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Randoms *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you been on an airplane before?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where were you going?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hong Kong, US, Cagayan de Oro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you been to another country?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever went to another country with your friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not yet :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever partied in another country?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup, an Easter Party. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever went on a roadtrip with your friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roadtrip? Going to Star City? Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever stayed online more than 10 hours straight?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, not yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretended to like someone just to get popular?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talked about someone behind their back?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like, everyday. Let's face it, it's hard being purely nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had someone talk about you behind your back?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been in a fight online?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been in a fight face to face?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH YES!It was horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotten yourself involved in a fight that wasn't about you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been called a bitch?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. Jhileen calls me a "bitch", I call her a "slut". For fun. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been called a slut/whore?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been to Australia?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like snakes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever cried to get your own way?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah!!:D It was nice. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever broken a bone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever had to stay in the hospital for more than a week?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever had serious surgery?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope. Hopefully never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever looked a porn online?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever went to one of those "adult" stores?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not yet.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever bought clothes at Walmart?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever gotten clothes from the Salvation Army?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think we have "Salvation Army" here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever paid more than 100 dollars for a pair of jeans?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never will. I'm too kuripot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever been on stage for any reason?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sure. To sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever been in a play?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever been in a choir?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup. Grade school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever been in a band?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you play, or used to play, an instrument?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotten a Brazilian Bikini Wax?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waxed your eyebrows?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never waxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waxed your legs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never waxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut yourself shaving?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never shaved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever died?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish I did. Then I'd be bought back to life. That's hot. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was this survey an good at all?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What time is it right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4:24 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly! - A Survey of Your Life" href="http://www.bzoink.com/S40843/The_Good,_The_Bad,_and_the_Ugly!_-_A_Survey_of_Your_Life.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink Surveys" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bzoink" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114292287579135669?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114292287579135669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114292287579135669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114292287579135669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114292287579135669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/excited.html' title='Excited!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114274983061201836</id><published>2006-03-19T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:41:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay,lagpas-lagpas tong post na toh.I dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Really Frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm under EXTREME pressure yet I have the nerve to surf the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna join the Palanca Awards. "Why do you want to stay in the Philippines?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have enough drive and reason to answer that quessie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Argh I want to have the Tsubasa skin but it's so hard to edit!! *Iyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+imissyou+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like Fruits Basket.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=101"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="200" alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/101_hotsuharu.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I kinda like Kyo better. Or Yuki!!Or..or..Heero (of Fruits Basket)!^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;id=143"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/143_Hatsuharu.jpg" width="329" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hatsuharu again? Omigod we're destined to be together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;amp;id=119"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="200" alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/119_Uotani_Arisa.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think that's true. I thought the answer's going to be Hatsuharu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/view.php?action=retrieve&amp;amp;id=61"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Quiz Result Provided By: theOtaku.com." src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/61_Sanzo.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ass hole,huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/19680153-114274983061201836?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114274983061201836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114274983061201836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114274983061201836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114274983061201836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh.html' title='ARGH!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114268284950765512</id><published>2006-03-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:54:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wihoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really studying hard at trigonometry 'coz we'll have our periodical test at Monday. And guess what? Kasabay pa ng trigo ang chemistry. God. Is the administration punishing us or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've submitted my application letter to Ms. Japlos (na mahilig mang-haplos ng estudyante. Joke lang. Baka mabasa pa niya toh.), running for Managing Editor. I'll keep my fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The saying "you don't know what you have 'till it's gone" is SO true. I always thought that I don't fit in III-St.Milburga, that is, until this week. I realized that I'm where I've always wanted to be. I'll truly miss my class mates. I lurve them lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Milburga habambuhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mahal na mahal ko kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114268284950765512?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114268284950765512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114268284950765512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114268284950765512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114268284950765512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/wihoo.html' title='Wihoo.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114216777100008314</id><published>2006-03-12T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:49:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>I made my english portfolio, chem portfolio, SS editorial cartoon, SS news folder, and Powerpoint Presentation of "Noli Me Tangere" in just one day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!Pressure sure brings out the best in me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114216777100008314?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114216777100008314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114216777100008314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114216777100008314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114216777100008314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114216610397140938</id><published>2006-03-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:21:43.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114216610397140938?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114216610397140938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114216610397140938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114216610397140938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114216610397140938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114198893035040590</id><published>2006-03-10T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:08:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's wrong with me? I'm emotionally confused. Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I feel lonely, sometimes sick, sometimes depressed; I don't even know why I'm feeling that way. Example: t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wo nights ago, before sleeping, I wanted to cry so badly. But I don't even have a reason to be that sad. I don't have an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm not like this. This is not normal. Is this part of some sort of teenage hormonal blablabla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the post. I'm dazed. REALLY dazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114198893035040590?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114198893035040590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114198893035040590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114198893035040590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114198893035040590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-fuck.html' title='Oh fuck.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114147779766922163</id><published>2006-03-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:13:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="Artist" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana; TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was fun. I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy bday uli Che. Sobrang saya talaga. Sorry if we were a bit demanding. (esp. the Libis chorva.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AAH NAKAKAINIS BA'T AMBABA NG VOTES NG MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SA PHILIPPINES!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;EVERYBODY! PLEASE, PLEASE VOTE FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN THE MTV ASIA AWARDS!!! CLICK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtvasiaawards.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114147779766922163?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114147779766922163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114147779766922163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114147779766922163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114147779766922163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114130436447638160</id><published>2006-03-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:11:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tomorrow's Chessika's birthday and we're going to celebrate it at Star City!!! I'm excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God. God. God. What should I wear? Shorts or pants? I like to wear shorts more, 'coz I feel sexy. LOL. But won't my thighs get noticed?? Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're wondering how we'll get there, Kuya Notnot, our school bus driver, will take us there and bring us home. Che paid 1.3K for his services. Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Kuya Ken!!!&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for the treat!I love Jollibee!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ciao :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114130436447638160?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114130436447638160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114130436447638160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114130436447638160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114130436447638160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah.html' title='Yeah!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114113243995520150</id><published>2006-02-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:13:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last friday, my family and I spent the night at New Hyatt Hotel. It was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The following morning, mum and I had the most superb breakfast I have had for years: the food was really great. Mango, watermelon, sweet bread with mango, bread with marmalade, crunchy bacon, and hash browns. My drinks were hot choco, soya milk (which, in my opinion, tasted bad), and non-fat milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afterwards, I accompanied Kyle and Bryan in the pool. There was this foreigners who caught my attention. They look hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lunch time, we ate at a Chinese resto, then went to Bataan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. Sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DID YOU KNOW THAT I KEPT POSING NUDE AT THE COMFORT ROOM ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT I WAS DOING IT AT A 2-WAY MIRROR?!OMIGODLINESS. Maybe you'll see a new porn video called "One Night In Hyatt" or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ciaoee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114113243995520150?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114113243995520150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114113243995520150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114113243995520150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114113243995520150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/02/ordinary-day.html' title='Ordinary day'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114069030172302479</id><published>2006-02-23T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:25:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm in a hurry (only 30 mins of internet access granted by my luverly mother!Huhu.), so I'll make this one as informative as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lyka, Shan, and I are going to a party ("soiree", as they call it) tomorrow!! The sections of St. Milburga and St. John are going to mingle and everything. I don't know if I should be excited, scared or what. I mean, Dian and I have this traumatic experience with Maristians, particularly with someone we prefer to call "Vampire".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of "Vampire", we (Lyka, kada, and I) saw him a while ago at S'mall! Whoa. He really looks like a vampire. His sophomore cousin, a Scholastican, looks like a "Kapre". Family of Aswangs, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really happy with how my acting in English turned out. I'm Madame Ludmilla, a strict, pure, germless nun who locks students in a closet. Socorro, "I", Madame Ludmilla, and the mother of "I" are in a talk show (with hosts Mish and Escy) and are interviewed. I think I did a great job! Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the typo's!! I'm so in a hurry that I can't even put a picture of a Kapre or a Vampire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114069030172302479?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114069030172302479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114069030172302479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114069030172302479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114069030172302479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-post.html' title='Quick post!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114031210570282262</id><published>2006-02-19T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:21:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My teeth hurt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to Dr.Urbi (my dentist) yesterday. One of his assistants took care of me. This &lt;strong&gt;VERY THICK&lt;/strong&gt; wire was put in my lower teeth, and I tell you, it hurts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to religiously put elastics on my teeth 24/7 so that they could remove my braces next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This sucks. It hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To Dian and Cuenco, I have a song for both of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And take my fucking hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And never be afraid again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love that song! ( Our Lady of Sorrows) Haha!&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/19680153-114031210570282262?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114031210570282262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114031210570282262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114031210570282262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114031210570282262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-teeth-hurt.html' title='My teeth hurt!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-114025398908001923</id><published>2006-02-18T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T17:13:09.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another long post, I guess. Anyway, this is my journal. I'll try to keep readers entertained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday, February 5, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever been caught crushing on your crush BY YOUR CRUSH?! It's the most stupid stupid humiliating thing that has happened to me!! (Aside from being slapped crossly on the face in the midst of our dramatic play, which was SO not included in the script.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To those whom I haven't told about this yet (which is, maybe, only a quarter of our school's student body) ,let me again narrate the cuento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was in the car, going to Filinvest, when my crush (whom we will call Kapor) texted me. I got all tingly inside; my first impulse was to text a friend of mine, Ceejai. She knows I'm going nuts over Kapor, so I sent her a text message which says, "cj!ktxt q c ***!kiliiiiig!!(: haha!" I waited for Ceejai's reply. Minutes flew. Nothing. It was then that something dawned upon me, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;know what. So, with much suspense, I looked at the Sent Items folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sent the text message to Kapor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'This CAN'T be happening,' I nervously told myself, 'It's my first time to text Kapor and I'm leaked!! Oh, what a GREAT way to give a first impression.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heart painful and face flushed, I texted Kapor. It went this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: 'cj!ktxt q c ***!kiliiiiig!(: haha! &lt;-- shoot ***!ntnggap mu yan?(:'Kapor: '(:'Me:'anqt mu xe eh!kea nkka klig!(: [oh wag lmke ulo!]' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And to make things much, much worse, I recieved this reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Hi!(: ksma nmin c *** ngaun, kwawa nga eh, inaantok! Anu name mu?(: Hi!kkda q c ***, anu section mu?(: grbe nkktawa c ***! Hi, classmate ako ni ***, anu club mo?(: ansaia kasama ni ***!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It only meant one thing: Kapor wasn't alone. And it wasn't only her that read my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EMBARRASSING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to give the full details of what happened after that, I'll summarize: I called two of my buddies, face undeniably flushed, and told them everything. I wanted to cry out of humiliation. I texted buddies and told them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Augh, I could die. Why didn't I die? Should've roasted myself alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f47/richravens/roastbeef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling: Sick;mortified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday, February 6, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No classes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wished it was the end of the month so as not to see the Seniors, including Kapor, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, February 7, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously thought of not going outside the class room (during break time) so that Kapor and her friends would NOT see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went down on lunch time, and my clique kept shouting her name in all four directions. And to think that the Seniors' eating area was just right in front of ours. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Half the class knew of my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why am I making such a big deal out of this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday, February 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Morning, Dian told me that Kapor will treat her to food since she got the right guess of whom Kapor romantically loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously thought of hiding in the class room for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="387" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f63/adrenalized_rush/hide.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did hide in the class room for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, February 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Half-day classes. Mass and then a dance fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At the mass, when we were to be given the Bread, Kapor was right next to me! God! I turned away and stared at my batch mates. It was TOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The dance fest was great - I didn't see Kapor! Wooh! Oh yeah, the dance club was marvelous! Think I can join next school year, hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dismissal, Joan, Dian, Che, Shan, and I went to Tapsi Ni Vivian to have some lunch. We ate Tapsilog (TAPa, SInigang, itLOG), and thank goodness we had a 10% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The meal made me so full that my stomach was as hard as my forehead! I couldn't move well and I always had the feeling of burping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were about to close the elevator when we saw Hamille. She went along with us and we hung out at KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="576" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y286/Combatphoto/DSC00069.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We watched "I Will Always Love You" (starring Angel Locsin and Richard Gutierrez) and to tell you the truth, I didn't like it. It wasn't consistent. I mean, in the story, Angel's a poor girl with some heart disease, but she keeps running and running with Richard. I don't get it. Wasn't she suppose to die? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="200" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e186/angeltheny/iwaly.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, after that, we saw Jenny and Jane, and they went with us. We went to Time Zone and I spotted Pate and Aleesah. They were both drunk, but Aleesah looked as if she were insane. I bet she didn't even know that she was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At KFC, I ate some Tiramisu-flavored ice cream and hung with Jenny, Jane, Shan, and Iron (Shan's text mate). I was in a snobbish mood so I didn't want to talk with Iron, whom I did not know. I was bored out of my wits and THANK GOODNESS I saw Aleesah, Pate, and Cate. We chatted and I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 6 PM, we went to Shan's house. Iron bought Emperador Brandy for us to drink (as Shan told her to do so). Duh, I'm not a drunkard. All of them drank, but not me. For one thing, my mum's going to fetch me, I didn't want to smell or act drunk in front of her. Another is, hello, I'm weight-conscious. I don't want to gain a single pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jane is just so...sigh. I'm crushing her everytime I see her. I hate you Jane!! Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got home at 8 PM. I had fun. I was tired. I was still full from the Tapsilog I ate. And, for once, I forgot about the humiliation from Kapor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday, February 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At home. No classes. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God, I realized that I HATE hurting those who haven't inflicted pain on me. She shouldn't have read that text message. It was too painful. I hope she'd fathom what she read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, it's no one's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HEYA! I'LL BE JOINING THE READER'S DIGEST CONTEST. WISH ME ALL THE BEST!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE THE DAMN DAMN STUPID WEIGHING SCALE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, tuesday, I checked my weight. I was 118 pounds. Thursday, when I looked again, it read 102 pounds. I lost 16 pounds in two days!! Wow, it's surreal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, again, looked last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm 121 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fucking weighing scale. Made me gain 19 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iLOVE Gerard Arthur Way. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d167/vampire_queen13/gerard1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a song for him, one which he himself composed. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+I feel like there's nothing left to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But prove myself to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we'll keep it running&lt;br /&gt;But this timeI mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll let you know just how much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As snow falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On desert skyU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ntil the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm trying to let you know how much you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As days fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And nights grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we grow cold&lt;br /&gt;Until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until this pool of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean this+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pool of blood.. hell, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took that from the song "Demolition Lovers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d167/vampire_queen13/demolove.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have another one, from "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+But does anyone notice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But does anyone care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if I had the guts to put this to your head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And would anything matter if you're already dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before I pull this trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your eyes vacant and stained..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in saying you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Made things harder at best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And these words changing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As your body remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there's no room in this hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's no room in the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And our memories defeat us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'll end this direst+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gerard's such a good composer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's obsessed with death - I think I should be obsessed with death, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello, Goth. Here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="184" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f386/KLEINERSCHICK/38d9a227.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feb.14-Vday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy monthsary to kada syete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LURVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I enjoyed eating all those sweets which made me look pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be a managing editor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AM I SUFFERING SOME KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DISEASE? I THINK I'M VERY FAT.I'M 108 POUNDS. I TAKE PILLS.I DRINK A HERBAL SLIMMING TEA.WHY OH WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright. Enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-114025398908001923?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/114025398908001923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=114025398908001923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114025398908001923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/114025398908001923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/02/ooh.html' title='ooh!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113887176659548939</id><published>2006-02-02T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:16:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have so much to write, but I don't have the time right now. Maybe I'll post it tomorrow. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all. Haha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113887176659548939?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113887176659548939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113887176659548939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113887176659548939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113887176659548939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113845050672141512</id><published>2006-01-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:16:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She held the letter in pain and disbelief. Showing it to her friends, they laughed and celebrated by the mere thought of her everyday presence to be shared with them. Yes, with them -no more dates and roses and butterfly stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written in the paper was something the world -her world, rather -crumbled upon. Simple words which opened anguish and torment never before felt by her little spirit. Words which indicated a new beginning: a new, painful, twisted beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she cried! Sleepless nights of reminiscing has succumbed her soul, preying on every last bit of her sanity. It was the only Utopia she had. There was no one to comfort her, to make her feel better. All they did was drink and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bled, inside and out. She would cut her flesh in the most brutal manner, leaving neither regrets nor emotions. She became numb, but hurting was bliss, total bliss which crawled down her spine. It was joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were alarmed. They shook her, tried to make her aware of the hell she would bring. They tried to help her, tried to make her understand that they care. Yet their efforts remained futile. The only thing which would prevent her from devastation was the letter. The letter in its new fashion, in the fact that it is a lie. It was the only thing which could save her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll continue this some other time. Sloth paid a visit, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113845050672141512?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113845050672141512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113845050672141512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113845050672141512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113845050672141512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/inside-out.html' title='Inside-out'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113840625580571422</id><published>2006-01-28T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T07:57:35.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You have to be grateful with the fact that your family is there to support you; to love you (even though it may not show). A smile, a hug, or even a scolding simply indicates that your family is there for you, loving you and guiding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't ever think of hating them, or worse, leaving them, for they are the only ones who'll surely be beside you through thick and thin. Let's face it- friends AREN'T forever in most possible cases, unlike your family with whom you share the laugh and the tears through all the ups and downs of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love them, 'coz they surely, obviously, love you. Don't take them for granted, because they have been put through a lot because of their unconditional affection for you. Thank them, show them signs that you're always with them no matter how big a problem is. Tell them everything you need to tell, because you'll never know when they'll be gone. It may be in the next few decades, in the next few years, in the next few months, or in the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love them so much. Really. No teenage dapression for me, I don't want to be a burden for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113840625580571422?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113840625580571422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113840625580571422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113840625580571422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113840625580571422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-my-family.html' title='I love my family..'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113835492423805742</id><published>2006-01-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:42:04.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God. This is going to be a veeery hectic week. Aside from making 2 articles, I'm going to have to do an extremely long, long, long chemistry assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want my tutor to come. I get so damn bored whenever we have lectures. But.. I think I have to be spoon-fed at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got the role of "Meya/ Leyna" in our musical play. She's a servant of Datu Hadi who is, surprisingly, an angel sent by Buddha. (Is it Buddha? I think it's..um..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recieved very tragic news about one of my batch mates.. I'd pray for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long day. I hope for survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113835492423805742?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113835492423805742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113835492423805742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113835492423805742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113835492423805742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-got-home.html' title='Just got home.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113818149339825498</id><published>2006-01-25T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:31:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ache all over =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got home from school and I'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greatestjournal.com/~supercali" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; has the hots for Gerard! Oh my Godliness. I shouldn't worry, though, knowing she likes 5 other men (Arhtur, William, Ely.. umm.. is Erik included?). I'm very loyal to my Gerard Arthur Way. :D Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My body's aching, particularly my shoulders. It hurts a lot! Huhu. I want someone to massage it, but unfortunately, my mates are grossed out (either that or they're just over-acting). I want someone to relieve the pain! Ouchh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A DEBATE. I HATE IT!! I hate being so damn nervous. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113818149339825498?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113818149339825498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113818149339825498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113818149339825498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113818149339825498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-ache-all-over.html' title='I ache all over =('/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113805573066921334</id><published>2006-01-24T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:12:58.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;*hallucinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Alright, this post is nonsense. Don't you dare read it if you want a substantial, witty, clever, etc. post. It'll dissapoint you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's 6:17 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. I find it hard to wake up when it's a week day, and now, at the time we're having a tuesday vacation, I got up at exactly 5:00 AM. What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Manny Pacquiao. Yeah, he's a good fighter but his english kinda sucks. It's has a sort of slang, Bisaya accent to it. But anyway, I look up to him. He's a hero in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="374" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c300/why_do_you_give_a_shit/Gerard%20Way/843dc6f9.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh God. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why are you eating the mic?&lt;/span&gt; That's totally dirty, you know. Many people used that mic; it has a lot of germs. Well, I didn't expect your mouth to be THAT big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry if I said that, Gerard. I don't want you to come up to me and ask me what the fucking problem is, so I'll shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People have been telling me that I look like Gerard. My service mates and my class mates... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is that a compliment? I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gerard and I... we're destined for each other. I'M NOT CRAZY! Look at his hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="266" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c300/why_do_you_give_a_shit/Gerard%20Way/d364e3ff.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've got the same hand as his! Really! I mean, we both have STRAIGHT lines in our palm, and I checked every little detail of his hand - they're almost the same as mine. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMIGOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What does this mean?! (Sing, "If you're not the one, then why does my hand fit yours this way...") We're destined for each other!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He just hasn't seen me yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay. Sorry for the typo's, I'm just too damn sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DIAN! Congratulations! Good luck with Arthur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113805573066921334?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113805573066921334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113805573066921334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113805573066921334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113805573066921334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/yawn.html' title='Yawn..'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c300/why_do_you_give_a_shit/Gerard%20Way/th_843dc6f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113801410051842475</id><published>2006-01-23T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:14:40.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like these are one of the happiest days of my life. Nothing can ruin my mood. Absolutely NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at optimism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/pacquiao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Manny Pacquiao won!!-Something we Filipino's can be totally proud of. Not only did he beat Mr. El Terible, Erik Morales - he also showed that we, Filipino's, can be the best in the world if we put our heart and soul in everything that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No classes tomorrow!- A vacation, finally! I'm exhausted (who isn't?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No debate!- Good thing I went to the clinic to take a short nap. Our group (composed of Gieanne, &lt;a href="http://www.lemonysnickeyfan.blogspot.com" targer="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Riezel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and yours truly) was supposed to be the Government in the semi-open motion "There is No Leader in This House". Good thing I had menstrual cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Lyka's back!!- After being absent for a week, my friend's finally back from Singapore! I missed her SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Inspired!- By Gerard. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="239" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b208/kreung/babys.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Gerard (right) with his brother Mikey when they were kids. Aren't they adorable? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's it. Remember: always look at the positive side. You'll always have a smile imprinted in your face. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113801410051842475?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113801410051842475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113801410051842475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113801410051842475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113801410051842475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-day.html' title='Happy day!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113653823079005150</id><published>2006-01-06T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:20:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who, among Filipinos, doesn't yearn for a better Philippines? Who doesn't want to see his country rise from its turmoil, wake up from its long slumber? Who doesn't wish to witness the birth of a beginning, to tell his grandchildren of the wonders of his land? Who doesn't want to tell praises, to be honored that the blood which runs through his veins is Filipino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't desire living a better life in his country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know our situation: the government has its inner conflicts; millions of families are starving; our grounds are polluted. Our country has a bad reputation: Japan thinks of our women as prostitutes; London takes notice of how we treat our children; foreigners look down upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the Filipino youth outside the country? Those who were born on another territory, those who haven’t set foot on their homeland? Sadly, some of them aren’t at all pleased with the fact that they are one of us. They choose to be black then to be Filipino.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippines is a beautiful country. Have you immersed yourself on our culture, on our jokes, on our food? Have you seen our sights, our marvels which came even before our forefathers were born? Have you seen our people; heard the tongue they speak? Did you take notice of our optimism? We are the sixth happiest people in the world*—it only means that, despite the problems we're facing, we manage to smile and be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be Filipino. I have not once thought of living in another nation—I know that I'll only yearn for the Philippines when I'm in there. I truly understand why many of us pack our bags without looking back: we seek a better life, a life where we wouldn't experience hunger, a life where we get ample salary… a life prognosticating a better future. It is something we have accepted, because deep in our hearts, we know that nothing could happen if we, the people, do not change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lack…&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;. We don't seek another's needs, but rather focus on ourselves. We don’t work, but complain. We don't reach out; instead we concentrate on our desires. &lt;em&gt;We need change&lt;/em&gt;. We need to do something to rebuild our country and, at the process, restore our dignity. As of now, alteration of the people may be our one and only hope. We cannot wait for the youth to grow old; take action &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Lacson has made a book entitled “12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do To Help Our Country”. Here are those “little things” which would affect our nation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Follow traffic rules; follow the law &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ask for an official receipt whenever you buy or pay for anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don’t buy smuggled goods. Buy local. Buy Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you talk to others, especially foreigners, speak positively about us and our country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Respect your traffic officer, policeman, and soldier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don’t litter. Dispose your garbage properly. Segregate. Recycle. Conserve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Support your church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do your solemn duty during elections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pay your employees well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pay your taxes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adopt a scholar or a poor child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be a good parent. Teach your kids to follow the law and love our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One small act would do an uplifting to the country. Everything we do affects us as a nation. If we really want to see our land rise, we would act. We would help one another; be inspired by each and every day. We would restore our glory; we would reinstate our pride. But most importantly, we would love our country. Without love, there would be no undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, do what you need to do. Be proud. Take action. Help. Our country desperately needs love, it needs rejuvenation. Be the proud Filipino you really are. Inspire those you know, make them gratified of the fact that they are Pinoy. There will be a chain reaction, and before we know it, each and every one of us would do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your part. The price will be paid: our glory and dignity at its finest shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kring&lt;br /&gt;*based on research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113653823079005150?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113653823079005150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113653823079005150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113653823079005150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113653823079005150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/pinoy-action.html' title='Pinoy Action'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113620490575219584</id><published>2006-01-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:31:40.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to adopt a scholar. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know... a part of me always wants to help. I want to cry when I see a kid in the middle of the road, in the rain, begging for food. I want to give money to those who stay in the heat of the sun just to find something, ANYTHING, for their family. I want to help. I want our country to go up, to once again be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll convince my family. I want to try out at &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org.ph" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;World Vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's as if it's my obligation to help. It has been my dream to aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe you'd want to help, too. Please do. The most noble thing you could do is adopt a child, but to embrace a scholar is something honorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113620490575219584?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113620490575219584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113620490575219584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113620490575219584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113620490575219584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-vision.html' title='World Vision'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113619874485266986</id><published>2006-01-02T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:45:44.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy.Lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy new year, everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll tell you something: my brother has injuries from the lucies he was holding. It had some sort of hole in it, thus it backfired. Tsk. I pity Bryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At that time, all I could do was laugh. I was sooo drunk. I was red and everything. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113619874485266986?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113619874485266986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113619874485266986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113619874485266986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113619874485266986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2006/01/lazylazy.html' title='Lazy.Lazy.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113591359673217795</id><published>2005-12-30T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:42:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Random Queries</title><content type='html'>1. Do you like chinese food? that's my favorite!haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How big is your bed? big enough to put my stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your room clean? not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Laptop or Desktop computer? laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite comedian? my brother, bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke? no.haha.wanna try,though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep with or without clothes on? with clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sleeps with you every night? my huggable pillow.and gerard.just kidding.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do long distance relationships work? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How many times have you been pulled over by the police? zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pancakes or French Toast? both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you like coffee? yeah, but not without sugar and cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you like your eggs?sunny side up.with catsup.yum!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in astrology? yes.haha.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last person you talked to on the phone?mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last person on your missed call list? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last text message you received? i don't know.haha.it's been months since i bothered to check on my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Mcdonalds or Burger King? burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Number of pillows? o2 is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you hearing right now? kyle's voice..the PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Pick a lyric, any lyric: "i'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire!(FIRE!!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich? strawberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Can you play pool? i can play in swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know how to swim? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite ice cream? strawberry.mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like maps? maps?as in, road maps, country maps..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Tell me a random fact about yourself: i hate gaining weight, yet i eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ever play spin the bottle? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever attend a theme party? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite season? hibernating season.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite quote?: "so many people treat you like a kid, so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of a hotel window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you laughed at something stupid? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What time did you wake up this morning? 7 or 8 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Best thing about winter? snowflakes!!((: and snowballs.haha.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last time a cop gave you a ticket? not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you find most attractive about the opposite sex? i don't know..well,the physical qualities' the first thing i notice in a guy..but it'd be great if he has a great voice, an attitude, and has a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Name of your first pet? it was a long time ago..o don't remember.i was just a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated? depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you doing this weekend?killing time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113591359673217795?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113591359673217795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113591359673217795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113591359673217795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113591359673217795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/40-random-queries.html' title='40 Random Queries'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113591266226437683</id><published>2005-12-30T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:17:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys!!(I'm killing time.Sigh.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS WEEK?-- kill time, be a pessimist, get angry, eat, sleep, be stubborn, surf the net, go to different places, celebrate Christmas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE RIGHTNOW?-- yeah.haha.((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL AT THIS MOMENT?-- bored to death!!hai.wanna talk to dian or cuenx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?-- answering this survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT IF YOUR EX ASKED YOU BACK?-- think Alicia Keys' "Karma". (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARE YOU CRAZY ENOUGH TO DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE YOU LOVE?-- hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DOES THAT PERSON YOU'RE CRAZY ABOUTKNOW HOW YOU FEEL?-- yup!haha.i'm getting all stupid again.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IF YOU WERE TO GO BACK TO THE PAST,WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?-- nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT IF THE PERSON WHOM YOU LOVE HURT YOU RIGHT NOW? WOULD YOU CRY?-- obviously!i'm a cry baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE TRAPPED IN A ROOM ALONE?- listen to VERY LOUD music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT'S THE SWEETEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE FOR YOU?-- umm..i think it was when someone hugged me when i was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT CAN MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER IFYOU WERE DEPRESSED?-- listen to MCR!! haha.they're my anti-depressants.very addicting.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EVER HAD FEELINGS FOR ANYONE?-- i'm sane, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT TYPE OF friend DO YOU LIKE?-- someone who's fun, approachable, not a mudslider, energetic, likes music.. someone who understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAVE YOU FOUND THAT TYPE OF PERSON?--- oyea!cuenx and dian!!hahaha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO HUG YOU? OR YOU GAVE A HUG TO? HOW DID IT FEEL?--- my brother, bryan.. it was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WOULD YOU STILL GIVE A CHANCE TO ANY PERSON THAT HAS HURT YOU?--depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHERE DO YOU WANNA GO RIGHT NOW?-- beside Gerard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DO YOU HATE SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?-- i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DO YOU GO ONLINE EVERYDAY?-- not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARE YOU FEELING HAPPY RIGHT NOW?--- not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113591266226437683?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113591266226437683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113591266226437683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113591266226437683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113591266226437683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/surveysim-killing-timesigh.html' title='Surveys!!(I&apos;m killing time.Sigh.)'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113590976397834635</id><published>2005-12-30T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:29:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a340/love_nothing_/Icons/MCR/37467ddd.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was...blah. My relatives and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.com.ph/whatson.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enchanted Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and I have realized that I lack energy. By lunch time I got wiped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I didn't get the chance to ride the &lt;a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.com.ph/spacep.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, since I had no fuckin' partner to go with me. All of my cousins were scared. Bryan, my ever masochistic brother, promised to ride it with me, but he got goosebumps when he saw the 11-storey high roller coaster. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, we had fun. Anchors Away was a blast, it made me all tingly. The Up, Up And Away balloons sucked. It made me feel like I was going to puke. Erg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I lost my zinc because of all the screaming. When it was time to eat, I wanted to go home. I felt sooo tired. I realized that I wasn't as alive as I was before. Am I, like, growing too old or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When my cousins and I rode the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enchantedkingdom.com.ph/portabello.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rio Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, we got so wet that Tita Rose got mad at us. She kept ranting about how angry Ninong Joji will be. It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We got home at about 9:30 PM. We were supposed to stay longer at EK, but all of us were tired and hungry. By the time I got to Filinvest, I slept at the nearest bed I could find. Haha.&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/19680153-113590976397834635?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113590976397834635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113590976397834635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113590976397834635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113590976397834635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/whatever-things.html' title='Whatever Things'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113575785599871305</id><published>2005-12-28T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:17:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm friggin' obsessed with MCR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God. I just saw MCR's Myspace!!(They're the TRUE ones.) Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mychemicalromance" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm addicted. Why's that? Maybe because these guys help me unwind.. whenever I'm stressed, I always play their intense, harsh, energetic music. When a certain place plays their songs, that place becomes my comfort zone. Do you get me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I became familiar with MCR through the MTV Canadian Hit Chart. It bagged the #1 spot. I instantly fell in love with them- their song's super GREAT.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I played my CD almost everyday, yet it came as a surprise when I found out that my brothers- both younger than me- liked the band. I mean, they're so young; if I were their age I'd probably think it was noise. They &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it. Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My parents? Dad doesn't say a word, but Mum considers their music as "noise pollution" It gives her migraine, she says. "&lt;em&gt;Siguro yung buhay nila kasing-gulo ng&lt;/em&gt; music &lt;em&gt;nila!&lt;/em&gt;" ;I'd just reply with a quote from Artwork:"If it's too loud, you're too old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I'll continue this some other time. I'm getting all lazy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113575785599871305?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113575785599871305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113575785599871305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113575785599871305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113575785599871305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-friggin-obsessed-with-mcr.html' title='I&apos;m friggin&apos; obsessed with MCR.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113559919847156912</id><published>2005-12-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:13:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed:Confused</title><content type='html'>You want me to tell you the truth? I'll give you the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm confused. Not because of stupidity, it's just that... I feel that life's taking it too hard on me. I hate this. I thought this stage of life- the depressing and angsty part- would be cool. I'll say this once: IT.IS.NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm starting to get pissed off with my dad. I feel like he doesn't love me that much. He doesn't take time to notice my very necessity: his acceptance. Shit. His favoritism is so fucking obvious. Why is the world taking its toil on me? Did I do something so fucking notorious?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm starting to have this image of slitting my wrists. I think I'm sane enough to not commit suicide: I just want to hurt myself and maybe even my family. I want them to know that something is wrong with me. Fuck this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nobody understands me. Not my family nor my friends. Not my clique. Not me. Nobody. Nobody does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113559919847156912?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113559919847156912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113559919847156912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113559919847156912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113559919847156912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/dazedconfused.html' title='Dazed:Confused'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113550212230626481</id><published>2005-12-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:15:22.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is here!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. What's the best Christmas gift you've recieved? Is it an iPod? A digicam? A new born baby? Well, let me tell you mine. (I'm in a kind of hurry,  sorry for the typo's!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was lovely. We had lasagna and Ceasar's Salad for &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt;. I have recieved two gifts- a colorful belt and 500 Pesos. (I have the urge to scream of how poor this nation is becoming.) The best gift I got? A phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking romantic, then you're sorely mistaken. Haha. (: I called my (maternal) relatives who are in Cagayan de Oro, greeting them all a Merry Christmas. I talked to almost all of my cousins and had SO much fun. I particularly liked the conversation with my two &lt;em&gt;kalog &lt;/em&gt;cousins, Kuya Kevin and Kuya Kaloi. I talked to them for, like, ages that my father got quite irritated with me. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is... fine. We went to our Alzheimer-stricken Tiya Peting and stayed there for a while. Every two minutes she'd say "Today we're going to have a program! Everyone will sing!!" God. I pity her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. that's about it. Again, &lt;em&gt;what's the best gift you have recieved? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be lovely to hear from you. Season's greetings.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113550212230626481?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113550212230626481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113550212230626481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113550212230626481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113550212230626481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-here.html' title='Christmas is here!!'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113539308905211968</id><published>2005-12-24T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:26:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Half a day to go and it'll be Christmas. Somehow, I don't feel the 'spirit' taking over me this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why?Well, my family isn't spending Xmas in its old, traditional way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Picture this: Your house smells of paint, you have no Christmas tree NOR Christmas lights, and you have ABSOLUTELY NO GIFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How are you going to enjoy the "falalalala" days, then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sigh.I wish I were in Cagayan de Oro with my relatives. I'm sure they're having loads of fun there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But, hey, look at the positive side: My family's complete. We're still going to have our annual &lt;em&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/em&gt;. Our home will look brand new. And, well, having no presents makes me reflect that Christmas is, after all, about Jesus. (Drama, drama!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You're so optimistic, Krizelle. (Haha.) That's my girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113539308905211968?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113539308905211968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113539308905211968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113539308905211968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113539308905211968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/eve-of-christmas.html' title='Eve of Christmas'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113532781356632784</id><published>2005-12-23T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:34:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m angst-ridden. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not alone- most of us tend to dwell on the negative side of life. I guess I’m one of those who see this existence as, well… bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO missing the fun part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being optimistic. I was happy (obviously). Whenever there was problem, I would laugh it off. I accepted everyone; I was friendly. I had stimulus and l was sunny. Then something happened- something which made a big impact on my life. It made me depressed and angry. And, in a flash, the Me I was before died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who’s the new Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s antagonistic. What better way to describe her? I better not give you her character, you’ll just hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Yes, YOU. Are you just like me? Or are you happy with your verve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113532781356632784?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113532781356632784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113532781356632784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113532781356632784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113532781356632784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-life.html' title='Hello, Life.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19680153.post-113401798877911846</id><published>2005-12-08T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T12:59:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh. This is my nth blog. Will I keep posting in this site until I'm, like, college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lalala. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19680153-113401798877911846?l=iluvkring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/feeds/113401798877911846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19680153&amp;postID=113401798877911846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113401798877911846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19680153/posts/default/113401798877911846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iluvkring.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-my-first.html' title='this is my first.'/><author><name>krinGALING</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EhbEyChSa20/S-63egCZMRI/AAAAAAAABQw/2gK2WneFgKs/S220/IMG_6678-3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
