<?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-2581180002646546744</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UselessCat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-1368828993990452100</id><published>2008-11-16T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:29:43.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I havent been posting for a while, have I? Anyway, I'm gald I'm back, I'll just try posting regularly. So, let's start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very boring day though. Nothing happened much, though I'm still glad I was able to see all of my guy friends at church. It sucks to be the only girl in my batch, I don't have any girl friends there, so it was kinda hard. I keep on wondering if my &lt;em&gt;'ma-angas' &lt;/em&gt;personality came from them. Well, I dunno. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also sad, cause I didnt get to text my crush properly, since we were having our service. But oh well, I text him everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just make this short, I'm kinda lazy right now to post an entry. ha, ha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581180002646546744-1368828993990452100?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1368828993990452100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=1368828993990452100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/1368828993990452100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/1368828993990452100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-been-posting-for-while-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-3621059334637300577</id><published>2008-09-09T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:39:35.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn, I'm grounded for two weeks. Though I had a chance to go to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; cafe after school. As I predicted, that I can't post for a while. Well anyway, I laughed so hard when my best friend read the story I made for her. Ha, ha, her reaction was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is our class picture day! How fun. Okay, not so fun, I almost forgot that our class adviser was mad at us. You know what she said? It was very insulting by the way: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ganito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; kayo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mga&lt;/span&gt; teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ninyo&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mga&lt;/span&gt; peke? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;naka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;harap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mga&lt;/span&gt; teachers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ninyo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; bait-bait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;niyo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;naka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ligod&lt;/span&gt;, dun kayo mag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sasagot&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/em&gt;In translation: " Is this how you treat your teachers? All of you are fakes? If the teacher is looking at you, you act like good students, but when they turn their backs at you, it is when you back-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;stab&lt;/span&gt; them." Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because one of my classmates &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the one who was back stabbing them? She was looking at that particular person while she said that. But, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; on the side of the teacher nor the side of my classmates. One, because, of course, &lt;em&gt;I too &lt;/em&gt;am a student, so I got insulted. And Two, all of my classmates are my friends. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not sure with the other one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And when she also said that, the first thing that popped in my head was: isn't the teachers also fake as well? Because, I know that some of my teachers doesn't like our section, but they still act nice in front of us. I can observe them very well, and now she said the our section is &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt;? That's not right, now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shrugs- Hay... &lt;em&gt;"second quarter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;palang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ganito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;natin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt; ma'am."&lt;/em&gt; I thought. - "It's only second quarter and our relationship with our teacher is like this." To tell you the truth, our adviser is nice, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mabait&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;masamang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;magalit&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/em&gt;She said. - "A nice person, can be bad when mad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all I have to say today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Baboosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581180002646546744-3621059334637300577?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3621059334637300577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=3621059334637300577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/3621059334637300577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/3621059334637300577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-4719886637457735594</id><published>2008-08-26T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:56:20.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opened Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Damn it, of all the days, why did I have to come to school so early in the morning? I just had a nightmare last night, and it was so unpleasant. I was so stressed. Anyway, all the clubs today performed at our morning assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ha, ha. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; was so cute when she was dancing &lt;em&gt;folk. &lt;/em&gt;But, anyway, I was really surprised when a lot of people joined the club of &lt;em&gt;Folk Dancing. &lt;/em&gt;Compared to last year though, that club only consists of -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, dunno, two to three pairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while having our music practical exam, our class had been scolded by our principal, one -- or two of my classmates spilled coke inside the classroom, and when our principal asked who did it, no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt;, not until she was pissed off. So she turned off our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aircondition &lt;/span&gt;, for the &lt;em&gt;whole damn day. &lt;/em&gt;And it was a very hot day today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;, this is actually what I'm afraid of. &lt;em&gt;HEAT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fine, it's not like I complained to my classmates though. I complained to the &lt;em&gt;desert like &lt;/em&gt;classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, that's all I have to say today, I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;I won't be posting for a while. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581180002646546744-4719886637457735594?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4719886637457735594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=4719886637457735594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/4719886637457735594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/4719886637457735594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/opened-doors.html' title='Opened Doors'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-44280760149525850</id><published>2008-08-25T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:04:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez, finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last!&lt;/em&gt; I was able to at least update one of my in-progress stories! &lt;em&gt;Fooled Again Chapter 13!&lt;/em&gt; Though I'm sure it was boring. Why? &lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;, I'm flat out, out of ideas.&lt;em&gt; Second&lt;/em&gt;, I made it last night, and &lt;em&gt;last night&lt;/em&gt; my mom hurried me, just to turn off the damn computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I just said, that I'm not promising for faster updates. Because, yet again. &lt;em&gt;One,&lt;/em&gt; this 'so-called' Author, is too lazy to think of ideas. And &lt;em&gt;Two&lt;/em&gt;, unfortunately, no matter how hard I think, no ideas is coming into THIS head. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was just by a coincidence that an idea popped up in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just remembered... I was actually -- well, supposedly be sad today. Knowing that my (still) crush, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, is now safely in the United States. I knew he would move, sooner or later. But, I'm happy for him, I know he would be happier there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;I'll start to get over him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; song for him is &lt;em&gt;When You're Gone&lt;/em&gt; by Avril Lavigne. It SO relates to me. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional much? Sighs, that's all I have to say for today. &lt;em&gt;SIGHS,&lt;/em&gt; school again, tomorrow. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581180002646546744-44280760149525850?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/44280760149525850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=44280760149525850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/44280760149525850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/44280760149525850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-last-i-was-able-to-at-least-update.html' title='Geez, finally!'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-3965187293599219241</id><published>2008-08-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:03:34.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne Concert?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Knowing that my parents wouldn't actually let me go to the concert, I didn't even bother to ask that question. And also, if ever they even did let me, I didn't have the money to buy the tickets for the center seats, and Avril was one of my favorite singers, damn it. I actually got jealous when a friend of mine said that he was VIP. But half of me didn't really believed him. He was the type of guy who likes to joke around. And also, the concert is on &lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER 3 &lt;/strong&gt;it was a &lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;I can't go out during weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when I was scanning my notebooks when I was in first year. I found a story that I made for Valentine's Day. It's probably late but why not? (Note: I actually used the name of my best friend as the heroine of the story. :])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short story. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I don't get why, some girls are so hooked up when it comes to Valentine's day. What's so special about it?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Czarinne&lt;/span&gt; asked, looking at the girls squealing as they held up chocolates on their hands. Her eyes narrowed, and sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I guess, they're just excited to give out their chocolates to their crushes. It's not a big deal though." One of her best friends spoke out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and also, they might actually think that if they give them chocolates, the guys will give them back, roses. Isn't it weird?" The other spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but the guys can freely give them roses even though they didn't get any chocolates right?" Her friend, Angela said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, I don't care." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Czarinne&lt;/span&gt; said, standing up and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two best friends looked at her, speechless. Then Sandi looked at Angela with worry placed on her face. "Is it probably because of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;?" Sandi asked, and Angela nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't seen them talking for quite a while now, ever since Czar confessed to him last Valentine... It's actually sad, they were best friends." Angela said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... But, don't you think we should tell her about his plan?" Sandi formed a cheeky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I want to see her surprised look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Czarinne&lt;/span&gt; sighed as she was about to go to her classroom, "I hate Valentine's Day. Especially I hate roses and chocolates." She mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, you hate roses?" Someone asked, the voice was coming from behind her. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That's too bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want? You're bothering me." She asked, didn't bother to look behind her, knowing it would be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much." He said, walking away, "Oh, and I didn't mean to bother you, I thought you liked roses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was out of sight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Czarinne&lt;/span&gt; sighed in relief "Damn it. But... I still do like them..." She said sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she entered the room, a bucket full of rose petals came down from the top of the door. Her eyes shot wide open, the petals was scattered on the floor, some was still even on her head. Then, she saw on her desk 12 red roses with a note on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now do you still hate Valentine's day?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried as she held the paper tightly, "No...not anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Meanwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"I wonder why, he let her wait for a year." Angela asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Maybe because, he was planning &lt;em&gt;all of this &lt;/em&gt;for a year. " Sandi said, then sighed, "Geez, what a stupid guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; the end, he made her wait for a year. I. am. lame. :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well anyway, I &lt;em&gt;thought &lt;/em&gt;it was romantic. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; know. It was my idea after all. I just missed posting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-updated stories in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;.net, I'm in a &lt;strong&gt;HIATUS, &lt;/strong&gt;this is lame, no ideas is coming in my brain. Sighs, but I do hope that I could update some soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2581180002646546744-3965187293599219241?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3965187293599219241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=3965187293599219241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/3965187293599219241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/3965187293599219241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/avril-lavigne-concert_24.html' title='Avril Lavigne Concert?'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-3323458840381596643</id><published>2008-08-23T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:02:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Fair, still uninterested.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not much of a fan of cars, that's why I asked my dad if I could pass on going to the car fair in World Trade Centre. But my dad insisted -- well, more like forced me to come. He said "You're always with your computer, how about your family? You don't love us anymore?" True, I'm always with my computer, but I would never forget about my family, my dad was over reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since he said that, it made me really guilty. And I had no choice either, it was my father's order. It was the third day for that fair, and the tickets were actually cheap. Of course, there were good-looking cars, and popular cars also. Heck, there were even sexy girls dressed sexy there. (Perverted? Hell no.) But, even though I'm not that interested, I had fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished looking around, we got in the car. My Mom, Dad, and Brother were talking in different languages. What the hell? But I bet they were talking about some parts of&lt;em&gt; some&lt;/em&gt; cars. I don't even know what &lt;em&gt;'Mags'&lt;/em&gt; are, and surprisingly, I don't even know if that was the correct spelling for it. Or is it that I've become more stupider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;em&gt;FINALLY &lt;/em&gt;got the jacket I wanted from &lt;em&gt;people are people, &lt;/em&gt;it was just too cute, that I had to buy one! Though, it was&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; expensive, but it was worth it. ;) We didn't have any plans to go in a mall, but I made a special request to my parents, to go into one. Just to buy it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was also able to watch sergeant keroro, it was really funny and they were SO cute! Especially, Giroro! I just love him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/giroro/narutoluvah1997/giro18altut9.jpg?o=114" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff192/narutoluvah1997/giro18altut9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;All in all, it was a fun day. Though I would never want to experience any &lt;em&gt;car fair &lt;/em&gt;anymore. I just got an headache just by looking at them, so flashy, and ugh. Though I do wish there was another &lt;em&gt;"BOOK FAIR" &lt;/em&gt;I really missed it. ;)&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/2581180002646546744-3323458840381596643?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3323458840381596643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=3323458840381596643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/3323458840381596643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/3323458840381596643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/car-fair-still-uninterested.html' title='Car Fair, still uninterested.'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08102606188203779893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E6hG8ZSn63U/SK7Ot4h9KaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IY8oAY0MTE/S220/th_catandmouse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2581180002646546744.post-172988541688512811</id><published>2008-08-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:50:41.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip? Boh-Ring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday, our class adviser reminded us that we will be having our fieldtrip today. We were actually excited because most of our fieldtrips were exciting and fun. But when we heard that it will be just in &lt;em&gt;White Plains Quezon City&lt;/em&gt; (Which is where I live) we got all disappointed. Most of my batch lives there also. And, before even going there, they were saying that it will be boring and dull. Because, before and after the fieldtrip, we will be having our regular classes (How lame can that be?!) . Well, I thought it would be okay. Not until we went to the bus to go there. This is where I got all frustrated. I am a kind of person who easily gets heat stroke. And believe me, it was very HOT. When we got in the bus, it was even HOTTER. It was really old, and wrenched. The seats were broken, and there was no aircon. :( also, the bus circled to our destination 3 times, come on! You dont need to circle around the U-turn slot three times! The entrance was already THERE. And we were causing traffic. &gt;:( It was a bad day for us. Even the place was hot, even though it was airconditioned. Thus, they made the students walk over the road in the blazing sun. It was not exciting nor fun &lt;em&gt;at all. &lt;/em&gt;We were able to finish our field trip way overtime. Our dismissal was 3:00 pm, and we came back to school 4:30 pm. While going back to our school, in our bus, we saw &lt;strong&gt;AJ PEREZ&lt;/strong&gt; walking on the sidewalks near the La Salle grounds. The other girls in the bus, were star struck when he smiled at us. I do admit, he was good-looking, too bad &lt;strong&gt;he's not much of my type&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/aj%20perez/marizhilton/ajperez.jpg?o=47" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd203/marizhilton/ajperez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Damn, there was even a guy who keeps on annoying me and kept on holding my freakin' hand. What's up with that? Being a nice person and all, I allowed him to hug my arm, but I didnt say anything that he could. So he took advantage and held my hand, our fingers locked. I shook my hand off of his as soon as I realized it, and looked at him, confusion was seen on my face, as I asked "Are You always like that to other girls?", then he replied, "No. I just wanted to hold your hand, is it wrong?" We played a staring contest for at about two minutes, I lost to him. Figures. On second thought, who wouldn't feel awkward when a guy tells you that? It was confusing, and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left after a short time when I last encountered him, to my relief, it's not like I hate him though. I wasn't able to go see my bestfriends, they were in different section, that's why its hard for me to look for them when it's dismissal. I only saw them when I was about to leave, (waiting for the fetcher.) My head was aching, and I was sweating (almost got a heat stroke). And my schoolbus was late today also! Come on people! They were way to lazy. :( But, my head calmed down, and my mood changed when I had a chance to chat with my friends. :)) Anyway, I hope that this never happens again..&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/2581180002646546744-172988541688512811?l=lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/172988541688512811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2581180002646546744&amp;postID=172988541688512811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/172988541688512811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2581180002646546744/posts/default/172988541688512811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemusicnotes.blogspot.com/2008/08/field-trip-boh-ring.html' title='Field Trip? 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