<?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-2233495192516732963</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:35:40.820-08:00</updated><category term='graphic'/><category term='rules'/><category term='mature'/><category term='t shirts'/><category term='twilight haters'/><category term='et cetera...'/><category term='back'/><category term='asian'/><category term='monday'/><category term='contests'/><category term='hot boys'/><category term='will read now'/><category term='baha'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='coloring'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='association'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='celeb boys'/><category term='something new'/><category term='bye'/><category term='dying'/><category term='memories'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='korean people'/><category term='old tg'/><category term='concert'/><category term='cs2'/><category term='fan girl mode'/><category term='david cook'/><category term='paramore siggie'/><category term='wala lang'/><category term='the veronicas'/><category term='new moon'/><category term='moron'/><category term='announcements'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='chinese people'/><category term='prize'/><category term='happy times'/><category term='happy tg'/><category term='bored bored boredd'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='addictions'/><category term='teen'/><category term='britney spears'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='fanfic'/><category term='fangirl'/><category term='tutorial'/><category term='little miss cullen'/><category term='nothing to do'/><category term='start of classes'/><category term='entetaining'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='moral'/><category term='uncle'/><category term='david archuleta'/><category term='bored'/><category term='school'/><category term='cold day'/><category term='freefall'/><category term='wrongdoings'/><category term='our song'/><category term='tg'/><category term='love the rain'/><category term='winning'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='clogging of mind'/><category term='history'/><category term='day from hell'/><category term='messy'/><category term='fun'/><category term='movie marathon'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='love'/><category term='pouring'/><category term='new moon trailer'/><category term='hot day'/><title type='text'>Queen Bee Regular</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-7014251049244284682</id><published>2010-05-30T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T06:05:31.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><title type='text'>Same old, same old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Time is money --- from ANTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, nothing changed much. It's like every single day is replying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up early but then I went back to sleep when I opened my eyes and saw my nephew looking well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I woke up again, my nephew is sick again. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got him to a doctor and the doctor said it was an infection. Impeksyon daw sa baga. Ayun yung sabi. Poor Aiden. He even vomited acid. That's what Ate Andrea said, anyway. (She's Aiden's mother, by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm only reading fanfictions right now because I'm so bored. And I don't want to log out just yet because when I log off, I'm &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; bored. Which is not helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, my brother(he's gay) is watching America's Next Top Model. I'm kinda watching too. Ehh, I like the previous seasons better. Especially the one with Nicole... Caridee... Naima... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why but I just like them better. Haha. And I kinda hate this one girl from ANTM... I forgot her name. Alexandra ata, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're moree stuck up. Panget na nga... ahaha. Sorry, I'm being mean, but it's the truth. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, cross that. I hate TWO people from the ANTM. Angeli or something like that. IDFK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for some whole grain reason, I feel... dead. IDK the word. But I feel dead. Whatever. I'm being dramatic again, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reblogging stuff from tumblr. The hard thing with having a follower you know in real life is... you'll feel really awkward when you meet. That's what I feel sometimes. That's why tumblr/twitter/plurk is my private sanctuary &lt;i&gt;away&lt;/i&gt; from life. Where people won't judge you, because you're all equals, that kind of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY, BYE. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-7014251049244284682?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7014251049244284682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=7014251049244284682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/7014251049244284682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/7014251049244284682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same old, same old'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-8368303202602194775</id><published>2010-05-29T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T06:44:17.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will read now'/><title type='text'>BACK TO BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEYgAavMuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gySptvjjvR0/s1600/5uekwm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEYgAavMuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gySptvjjvR0/s320/5uekwm.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476685560006259426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, hey. I'm back ! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ready to write again about my stupidity stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, almost school time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School starts June 15 for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, I'm still in &lt;b&gt;E.Rodriguez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna move to another school and meet new kids xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certainly not. Sino na kokopyahan ko? Ahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, almost 10:00 PM here. Well, according to the clock behind me, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I think advance siya for 15 minutes or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to type really fast because dad might wake up and annoy me with his shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you want me to say? It really is annoying. And fucking loud. What kind of idiot will like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, the &lt;b&gt;graphic above&lt;/b&gt; is something I made for a challenge. I'm in second place (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The task is to do a siggie and icon without using any textures. Which is seriously hard. I made a lot of copies with the same pictures over and over trying to find a style. Until I settled with that one. Well, I had to test out the colorings, of course to make it perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so freakin' hot right now in the &lt;b&gt;Philippines&lt;/b&gt;. When it rains and it gets &lt;i&gt;sort of&lt;/i&gt; cold, it makes me happy. Seriously. Especially at night. It's so nice to sleep when it's raining while listening to my sister's iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm getting paranoid. Any time now, my dad will wake up and annoy me again. Uggh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, to get to the point... I'm not really excited for school. Yes, I'm excited to meet my friends again buttt... well, I get to see Alizza, Michelle Anne and Christienne naman eh... si Camille lang hindi na masyado and that's because hindi naman siya minsan pinapayagan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'm sort of excited. Deep down. But I don't READY to go to school. I'll be under pressure now, especially if I'm in section 1. That's a bad thing for me because my parents will want me to study hard. And get a top mark or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, my nephew is sick. Aiden, I mean. Aww, kawawa nga siya eh. Di masabi kung ano masakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, BYE. Dad might wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-8368303202602194775?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8368303202602194775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=8368303202602194775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8368303202602194775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8368303202602194775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-blogging.html' title='BACK TO BLOGGING'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEYgAavMuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gySptvjjvR0/s72-c/5uekwm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-6882595849897337148</id><published>2009-08-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T04:28:58.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sna-lYFQCeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qmDLw3c_lSQ/s1600-h/ashley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sna-lYFQCeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qmDLw3c_lSQ/s320/ashley.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365685555387435490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^Yeah. Something I made. lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;I can't find an explanation for this damn report on A.P.! I haven't even written anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's the big day. Thingo whatever on Ibong Adarna bukas! Fuck fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even prepared yet.&lt;br /&gt;We don;t have back round... just costumes.&lt;br /&gt;This is just rich. Ughh. I'm seriously nervous because these things are important to me. Like, hellooo? Grade much? I don't even recite much in Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. Seriously nerve-wracking here.&lt;br /&gt;So, Buwan ng Wika ata ngayon eh. So there are a lot of contests for Filipino. I was thinking of joing the "Pagkukwento" thing.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, only a few more days until the Lady Gaga concert. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;I know my father won't approve. From her clothes to her songs, that's for sure. If my dad even knew what "disco stick" meant...&lt;br /&gt;Costumes. I keep thinking about the costumes.&lt;br /&gt;If my groupmates did NOT bring their costumes, I will personally kill them myself. Like, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Especially some people here that don't even know how independence works.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm getting pressured by the minute, I am chatting with Zidjian. As I play Pet Society, type here, look at MF, look at TG, listen to music, tweet, research, livejournal or whatever. LOL&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? This sounds so gross, but a classmate of mine has a crush on me! Like, ew, right? And worst of all, everyone teases me about it! It's hella annoying, I tell you. Like, seriously. That's what I hate about people, really. They should really know by know how easily annoyed I am.&lt;br /&gt;Also, RIP Cory Aquino. She died last Friday, I think. I'm not really sure. Wherever she is, I hope she is resting in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-6882595849897337148?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6882595849897337148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=6882595849897337148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6882595849897337148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6882595849897337148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sna-lYFQCeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qmDLw3c_lSQ/s72-c/ashley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-5428273735725411544</id><published>2009-07-25T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:37:48.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrongdoings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clogging of mind'/><title type='text'>You can call me I'm cool, but it's a simple fact, I got your back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sm7fh4oTT7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/giLJGT4L9YU/s1600-h/2crpz5v.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sm7fh4oTT7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/giLJGT4L9YU/s400/2crpz5v.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363469979474939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday there was no school. Belated YEAH. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I'm srsly freakin' out about my english homework. To top it all off, I can't think about the long test there now. I can't even think straight now.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I splashed the face of my classmate, Steven with water. Warm, FYI. I want it to be cold, BUT, there are a few limits here, obviously. I might get sent to the Guidance Counselor again and I don't want my Good Moral sheet or whatever messed up. I work hard keeping it the same. LOL. Even if I don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my groupmates and I already finished reporting about the Ibon Adarna skit. I just need to think of a good script and actors for the Rated K thingo. Which, I can't... let's face it.&lt;br /&gt;It seems simple, but to me it's not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm casting my classmate as Korina. Well... she's nice for the role, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. Bored. Bored. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;And the graphic above is just something I made for the time being. I was bored, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Reeshy still calls me weirdo, that's for sure. Haha. Well... I like it. It izz who I am, yo.&lt;br /&gt;Umm... still bored. I'm just taking LOL Quizzes here from Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, twitter. It's my guilty pleasure. At times. Mostly my guilty pleasure is... umm.... nevermind! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And guess whatt?? I still hate herr! Yes, HER. My classmate. She's the fucking reason I got sent in the GC's office.&lt;br /&gt;HA! At least SHE'S not president anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And she's lucky she said sorry or whatever she said(I was barely listening) because she is going to see the remake of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt; anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well... the bloody knife can be an effect, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Also, last Friday, my classmates and I joined a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cooking Contest&lt;/span&gt;. Katrina, Angeline, Divine, Camille and me, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy... gotta goo. Bye xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-5428273735725411544?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5428273735725411544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=5428273735725411544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5428273735725411544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5428273735725411544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-call-me-im-cool-but-its-simple.html' title='You can call me I&apos;m cool, but it&apos;s a simple fact, I got your back'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sm7fh4oTT7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/giLJGT4L9YU/s72-c/2crpz5v.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2837980298406282648</id><published>2009-07-17T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:17:17.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're one and the same!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SmBUb7gthbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Cxbgmf3Cn9w/s1600-h/71miw0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SmBUb7gthbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Cxbgmf3Cn9w/s400/71miw0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359376395378984370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^A task I made. Only got one nomination vote. LOL. Damn. I was going for none.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I got in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Not a verbal fight, not a violent fight... just... a fight. Whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;She got sent to the Guidance Counselor's office and so did I. The Counselor or AKA our Values teacher, questioned us. She keeps crying and crying and mothercrap, would she just stop the waterworks already? She's making ME look like the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, we were sent in a corner to talk it out, and basically, I felt deep down my conscience, she's lying. Faking the crying and faking everything else so we could feel sympathy for her. I'm just not sure... my damn heart tells me she's telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously! I don't know WHO or WHAT to trust these days.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all. Imma edit this next time xD&lt;br /&gt;Since, I have no stories in me and I don't really have the energy to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-2837980298406282648?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2837980298406282648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2837980298406282648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2837980298406282648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2837980298406282648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-one-and-same.html' title='We&apos;re one and the same!'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SmBUb7gthbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Cxbgmf3Cn9w/s72-c/71miw0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2767481793334522476</id><published>2009-06-30T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:02:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst of the worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknTHlqADiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2wiVMbB6TDE/s1600-h/1_996904096l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknTHlqADiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2wiVMbB6TDE/s200/1_996904096l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353041759427366434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknTHbMRaRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wLIcAztH0cQ/s1600-h/1_196564516l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknTHbMRaRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wLIcAztH0cQ/s200/1_196564516l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353041756618320146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknQO2I0LOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VjjaI23qyDk/s1600-h/1_157745391l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknQO2I0LOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VjjaI23qyDk/s200/1_157745391l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353038585575779554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Michael Jackson died. Srsly, when someone dies, dun lang sumisikat ulit.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, I dissed someone when they(more like "she", actually) said she's happy MJ is dead. Tsk tsk. The nerve of some people really. Just shocking. And I just got back from another religion's church that day. By the way, I believe in God, but srsly, they take too long to dismiss! More than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering about the picture on top.(The last one)&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see last Thursday; June 25, 2009, we went to McDonalds. And by we, I mean my friends; Michelle, Camille, Alizza and Christienne.(the first picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course, it was fun. And after that, Michelle and I went to Alizza's house. Which was extra fun.(The second picture)&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, Alizza's street is kinda dangerous. Obviously... I don't rly care.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S: I know. I'm tired of blogging. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-2767481793334522476?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2767481793334522476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2767481793334522476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2767481793334522476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2767481793334522476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/worst-of-worst.html' title='The worst of the worst'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SknTHlqADiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2wiVMbB6TDE/s72-c/1_996904096l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-389262696085214063</id><published>2009-06-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:31:24.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored bored boredd'/><title type='text'>It's called obsession... HAPPY FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd148/ashleytisdale004/ashley.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 357px;" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd148/ashleytisdale004/ashley.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so srsly... It azz been long since I even posted a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened over the past few weeks, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I became the P.R.O in our class, President of the English club and I'm the leader in all of my groups.&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring and somehow making me more lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did what my dad wants... Activeness in school, all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;But, hey... it's srsly tiring as I said. Especially if your groupmates are worthless and don't rly listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are idiots... Abnormal at adik... Mga walang kwenta! It is seriously irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate itt.... I hate THEM that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm researching for my assignment in Science.&lt;br /&gt;Which, bores the hell out off me.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the most exciting assignment ever, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it bores me so much!&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I don't really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic about school.&lt;br /&gt;School is the same as always... I learn stuff, fight with the boys, and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;I srsly don't like my new classmates. I prefer my old classmates better.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is new, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my classmates and I visited our old school; Ramon Magsaysay Elementary School.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Anne, Alizza, Camille, Christienne and me, of course...&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Anne was blabbing non stop of course. Damn. That girl never loses stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Our old adviser, Ms. Benoza also told us new things.&lt;br /&gt;And about the Boys Over Flowers mania thing... it's seriously getting annoying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Like, totally. Adik na mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;Lalo na sa school namin.&lt;br /&gt;Si Angline ang numero uno adik.&lt;br /&gt;Kim Bum, Ji Hoo, Yi Jeoung...&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Shut up, would ya guys?&lt;br /&gt;Tho, some of them are okay. Kinda like this girl named Divine. She's kinda like me.&lt;br /&gt;Loudmouth, talks into oblivian or whatever. Haha. We always tease each other when we're forced to sit together in Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;I don't rly want to talk about certain people I hate. They might read my blog, get mad, cry magsumbong... sus... wala naman akong pake. Baka kasi maging scandal or something. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and bored that's the only thing I can talk about right now...&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. Until next week then... I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-389262696085214063?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/389262696085214063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=389262696085214063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/389262696085214063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/389262696085214063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-called-obsession.html' title='It&apos;s called obsession... HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-8042893775420380751</id><published>2009-06-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:15:45.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start of classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>First Day Of High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/caps/trailers/teaser1/normal_046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/caps/trailers/teaser1/normal_046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/caps/trailers/teaser1/normal_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/caps/trailers/teaser1/normal_036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/caps/trailers/teaser1/normal_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/caps/trailers/teaser1/normal_024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, yeah. I shouldn't be on the PC, but hell, this is my last time, swear. I think...&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, NEW MOON TRAILER IS OUT. Toinks. Here I go again with my fangirlism mode. I should reallyy stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I got in. Section 2 in E.Rodriguez Junior High School. Cute uniform for the girls, hate the people there.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I'm with my friends Camille and Katrina. I'll feel safer there.&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck for Christienne tho. She got in SECTION 16! Her mother complained, but the people there just said that all she has to do is study harder and she'll got on the top sections.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Am I lucky or is it just my general average that saved me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. No one will know but the staff, I think.&lt;br /&gt;We had a LOT of projects today.&lt;br /&gt;Spent almost P300... whoo. Dad's gonna kill me if he finds out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished doing them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep early for the greater good, I guess. Even though it's not gonna do anything great.&lt;br /&gt;I also recorded the New Moon trailer for my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Yah know... for entertainment when I get bored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Start of classes is tomorrow... Our adviser... AKA english teacher AKA Mrs. Rosario Hight, told us.&lt;br /&gt;So... remember the girl I really hated? The girl that said she'll kill me someday? Well, guess what? The bitch is back. But don't worry... I won't be in a fight. I'll stay away. Ignore her, make her feel uncomfortable when I stare...&lt;br /&gt;Okayy... so I guess I'm not in the "not mean" department, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Even Alizza hates her. Sort of... Hate is such a strong word for Alizza. For me, though, I would prefer loathe more.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just gonna be back updating more Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates suck... some of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'll live through it though...&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, babylicious loves...&lt;br /&gt;TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-8042893775420380751?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8042893775420380751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=8042893775420380751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8042893775420380751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8042893775420380751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-high-school.html' title='First Day Of High School'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-8593147437384556182</id><published>2009-05-31T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:19:44.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Survey. From MF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/stills/mq002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/stills/mq002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;Which Katy Perry song fits the Twilight Saga?&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you... that's for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause when i'm with him i am thinking of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when bella is with jacob, she sometimes thinks of edward =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hate New Moon?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. The more I read it, the more I sympathize Jacob =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Edward or Team Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;Team Edward... I thinkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Twilight book?&lt;br /&gt;twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever checked out stepheniemeyer.com?&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take you to read Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;one day... whatt?? i was excitedd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Bella go to college?&lt;br /&gt;maybe. it's HER decision. why ask me? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Bella be a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. foreverr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite Cullen?&lt;br /&gt;ALICE CULLEN FTW DUDEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel bad for Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe... if i have the emotions in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Bella let Edward get her a new car?&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty, why does she have to ride a dang truck? haha.&lt;br /&gt;and, maybe noo... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Edward drive faster?&lt;br /&gt;um... i care WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Charlie ease up on Bella?&lt;br /&gt;DOII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you like this survey?&lt;br /&gt;it's too short. haha.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;span class="postbody"&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/2233495192516732963-8593147437384556182?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8593147437384556182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=8593147437384556182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8593147437384556182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8593147437384556182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-survey-from-mf.html' title='Twilight Survey. From MF.'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-3415263436256355738</id><published>2009-05-31T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:00:30.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wala lang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye'/><title type='text'>It's the last time to feel the weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq017.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 399px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq018.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://everglowmedia.net/gallery/albums/newmoon/behindthescenes/05-27-italy/normal_mq062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures are screaming I need a new life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatt?? It is so not my fault I want to use these pictures instead of my usual crappy graphics.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, school is starting tomorrow and I actually need to be presentable and all that shizz.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;My sister cleaned the computer so it would be virus free and it could run normally.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But GRR... I don't want school to start just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am still enjoying my summer...&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for those who are already finished and to those whose school day is still on the 8th or something.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the new New Moon scene is incredibly... short.&lt;br /&gt;hey, even if you are a hater, why do you care if I get addicted like this?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Para sa mga eepal dito sa post ko xD&lt;br /&gt;Blog ko po toh...&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is annoying me. Haha, kidding, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;She just keeps having a hyperventilation moment when she talks about her latest crush the "Gerard Way" look alike.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;According to her, the boy is... how do I say this? A bitch? Haha. Ayun yung saakin eh.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw daw mamansin.&lt;br /&gt;And ito naman si Sophia lokaret para hindi man lang kausapin.&lt;br /&gt;Girll... just talk to the boy!&lt;br /&gt;Graduation na daw nila sa workshop ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;So, after I finish this, I think, I'm going to call her back.&lt;br /&gt;She called two times.&lt;br /&gt;The first time, having to scream. And then the 2nd time, nothing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Aww... I'm gonna miss using the PC everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Damn dad and his rules...&lt;br /&gt;He says it's "for the best" daw and HS is very hard. Harder than Elementary school, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait and see if I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot... chatting with Kai...&lt;br /&gt;on Plurk. lawlz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-3415263436256355738?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3415263436256355738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=3415263436256355738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/3415263436256355738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/3415263436256355738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-last-time-to-feel-weirdness.html' title='It&apos;s the last time to feel the weirdness'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-4065353771196130773</id><published>2009-05-25T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:00:27.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>Is there anything to the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ShtLYqLUPSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lp0yiP-NRjY/s1600-h/miranda.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ShtLYqLUPSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lp0yiP-NRjY/s320/miranda.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339944670188551458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um... this is kind of like a big shocker for me.&lt;br /&gt;But, well... my overly exuberant uncle just...&lt;br /&gt;past away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just really sad.&lt;br /&gt;Yung libing naman sa Wednesday mangyayari...&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I knew this already way back days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to write about it until now.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Uncle Junior lost his... foot. Because of some disease.&lt;br /&gt;And how he didn't like his wife for some insanely weird reason. Because nobody appreciated him unlike his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya... the cries were really loud.&lt;br /&gt;Especially from my Aunt Ason... she kept crying out on her mistakes to show her love for her brother...&lt;br /&gt;It's actually... really sweet. And I can't believe I'm showing affection right here and then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not what you can call the most emotional girl...&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather thick like my dad. The cause hits when it is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go any minute now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-4065353771196130773?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4065353771196130773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=4065353771196130773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/4065353771196130773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/4065353771196130773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-there-anything-to-world.html' title='Is there anything to the world?'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ShtLYqLUPSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lp0yiP-NRjY/s72-c/miranda.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-299091476836918661</id><published>2009-05-14T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T05:24:53.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney spears'/><title type='text'>Let me break the ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SgvtiULqmxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hmm0vAvhnH8/s1600-h/demilovato.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SgvtiULqmxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hmm0vAvhnH8/s320/demilovato.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335619357339458322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I made that siggie for a contest.&lt;br /&gt;So... long time no kwento dito ah! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was a little busy with my contest entries and the stupidity life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? DAVID ARCHULETA was on Eat Bulaga and SIS!&lt;br /&gt;AHH! HE IS SO DAMN ADORABLE, DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my fangirl mode again.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm so sad I won't go to their(David Archuleta and David Cook) concert.&lt;br /&gt;It's located in Mall of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Hmp. I can't believe I'm not going.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just ask Sophia to get pictures with him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;She is so going to kill me when I tell her...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;SO, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I SO WANT ADAM LAMBERT TO WIN AMERICAN IDOL!&lt;br /&gt;But Kris Allen is also fine... So, I don't really know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching American Idol now.&lt;br /&gt;I used to really like Danny Gokey.&lt;br /&gt;Until Allison was sent away and he stayed.&lt;br /&gt;I already planned my top three:&lt;br /&gt;Allison, Adam and Kris.&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;KRADAM FTW DUDES!&lt;br /&gt;So... I should really update more now since school will start next month.&lt;br /&gt;My dad has this new rule; I should only use the PC on Friday night to Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Bogus, but hey, I want to top up my grades too.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks, but I'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly the most rebellious kid, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm still reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;God, I am so excited for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;TotalGirl is hiring new mods!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I applied!&lt;br /&gt;And hulaan niyo sunod?&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me a secret. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I only told Kai and Sophia about it.&lt;br /&gt;They won't blab.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I told them.&lt;br /&gt;I actually trust them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I get the job... it's always been my dream since I first registered in TG.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be quite disappointed if I didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;But, well, I won't really care. I'll get over it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;So, bye for now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-299091476836918661?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/299091476836918661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=299091476836918661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/299091476836918661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/299091476836918661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-break-ice.html' title='Let me break the ice'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SgvtiULqmxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Hmm0vAvhnH8/s72-c/demilovato.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2312178199102958618</id><published>2009-04-23T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:26:33.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celeb boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little miss cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>Not my best thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SfBZyaLmyhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RxfSO07ctBs/s1600-h/xab8m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SfBZyaLmyhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RxfSO07ctBs/s320/xab8m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327857081735629330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... this photo edit is freakin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;Lexie Jade(from MF) found it and showed it to at. Weeks ago. I just felt like posting it today because, dude, it's funny! =))&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's a photo edit, like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;And then the debate came of "Where Edward Can Sleep Anytime If He's Scared"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, naturally, I didn't join in.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, he could sleep wherever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;So, the fight wasn't long, but then they jumped into other boys now. Involving Emmett, Jasper, Gaspard Ulliel, Carlisle, Cam, Peter, James... and many more...haha...&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I am currently BORED.&lt;br /&gt;Yes... as in wala akong magawa sa buhay ko bored. But to ease up my boredness, I am currently typing up the damn fanfic I wrote... Haha. Yes, it's still about twilight. I just re-wrote it because when my sister installed the virus detector, it erased everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am also annoyed at many people now. Yes, you cannot blame me if I'm easily annoyed. But yeah, yipee! She has a blog =P ... I was about to decline, but whatever... I'll just take her off any second I'm annoyed again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I am still the devil child of all.&lt;br /&gt;And also, I made a new graphic challenge in TG.&lt;br /&gt;Not that good, but there's only one more slot open. The sponsors are Kat and Elly.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! You guys rock xD&lt;br /&gt;So, as I said, I have nothing better to do today.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, it is very funny to annoy my sister. I keep telling her I know kung sino natanggal sa American Idol. Which is right naman noh. I won't be nagging if I don't know the answer. Tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta performed today... aww, he sounded so cute. Yes... is it still not my fault if my weakness is adorable boys. Celebrity boys. Not my classmate boys. I can either kill them or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not have a crush on them. I mean, like, eww? I treat them like my... dudes or something like that. Kaasaran, kainisan, kakulitan.. yah know what I'm saying? Of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is also annoying me on this shirt website she found... yes, it's in multiply.&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta admit, the t-shirts are really cute... there's a MS. GRYFFINDOR, MS. WRITER, MS. CULLEN and many more. The pictures are soo cute! Haha... Kinda cartoon thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SfBeCxNxk2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4DxdhmMLbbs/s1600-h/FINAL-CULLEN-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SfBeCxNxk2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4DxdhmMLbbs/s320/FINAL-CULLEN-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327861760843158370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that off at some picture web.&lt;br /&gt;I made a logo today too. Too cut up the boredness. And also, it was an order in a role play.&lt;br /&gt;It's suckish, so I won't be posting that today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I'm weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I can here vibrating noises... Yes, I am chatting with someone too. You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;ILY! Nighty night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-2312178199102958618?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2312178199102958618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2312178199102958618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2312178199102958618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2312178199102958618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-my-best-thing.html' title='Not my best thing...'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SfBZyaLmyhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RxfSO07ctBs/s72-c/xab8m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-7251250088429880091</id><published>2009-04-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:30:34.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day from hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight haters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love the rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the veronicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pouring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>When it all falls apart, oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Se8gltVXcBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rIntMfvCejo/s1600-h/ashleytisdale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Se8gltVXcBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rIntMfvCejo/s320/ashleytisdale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512716399046674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, this is a wallpaper for a task actually.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, well, I kinda like the results. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't my best work.&lt;br /&gt;I really like GIMP 2.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda appears like I'm a beginner in Photoshop cs2.&lt;br /&gt;cs2 is going gay on me soo, I'm using GIMP 2.&lt;br /&gt;Well, GIMP is kinda like Paint Shop Pro.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them have something in common: no selective coloring.&lt;br /&gt;Selective coloring is like the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;But my current favorite colorizing tool is Channel Mixer and Hue/Sat.&lt;br /&gt;Very useful actually.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I was taken by surprise when someone from MF PMed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatema&lt;/span&gt; told me she loved the coloring on my siggie.&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, this is the Paramore siggie)&lt;br /&gt;So I actually made one.&lt;br /&gt;Just comment in my tagboard if you want to coloring, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to come talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sorta do, but whatever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Only my best friends from the internet know that, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;yes, I very much love them, thank you very much for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;But I love FTSK too xD&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are my latest addiction.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm too easily obsessed at times talaga.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sometimes, I'm the first to even set that trend in school.&lt;br /&gt;At lahat ng mga putek sa buhay ko nanggagaya.&lt;br /&gt;Very sad for them really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty much annoyed at someone.&lt;br /&gt;Says she liked plurk AND THEN says she liked twitter.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;And Kai hates her too.&lt;br /&gt;Right, Kai?&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I'm writing my fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;I won't post in TG though.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of Twilight haters there and this would only make things a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I kinda like MF more.&lt;br /&gt;They're cool there. They won't fight about something so childish.&lt;br /&gt;Lagpas 9:00 PM na at gisip pa ako. Ohh... lagot ako kila daddy! Haha. Pag gising nun and I'm still awake, they'll soo throw a fit at me. And not just any fit, blah blah blah. All about dicipline, blah blah blah. I pretend not to hear, anyway. Haha, yeah, I'm the devil child. So fear me...lol&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anymore stories in me.&lt;br /&gt;My day was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;I love the wind rushing through me because I absolutely love the cold. The frost is what I like the best, haha. Even though some people really prefer the hot sunny day. I hate it. It makes me sweat mad. But I realized one thing: Summer is what keeps my hair glowing. The cold frizzes it up at times. My hair's cold but not me. My classmates always tell me manhid daw ako at bakit hindi daw ako laging nagiginaw. I always let them borrow my jacket whenever it's December because they're freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;But whenever school starts and it is the middle of morning, I freeze to death. Like, freeze. Shivering, blind, worthless. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It is soo not my fault I'm not the biggets morning person.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a night. That's why I have trouble sleeping sometimes because I cannot stop reading the book already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently listening to the Veronica's When It All Falls Apart.&lt;br /&gt;My sister also just got home and she bought me my self own ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I love double dutch. Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I woke up, I found my mom crying in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, she was speaking to Uncle Jaime.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, basically, we're just f'ed up people that can't stand my sister's tuition fee.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, for the love of GOD, P60, 000??&lt;br /&gt;Might as well, KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard this:&lt;br /&gt;My mom also has a boyfriend when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't suppose to marry my dead.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, she was suppose to marry some rich dude named Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;But they're "love" (gag) wasn't really there because apparently, Charlie's parents won't accept my mom because she's from a poor clan then.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she married dad. It's because she didn't judge her for who she is daw.&lt;br /&gt;Aww. That's so sweet in a weird sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;And shoutout to Charlie: FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, devil child, remember? ;]&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading the Veronica's song, that's why I haven't slept yet.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it keeps going NEED MORE SOURCES.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm starting to really hate limewire.&lt;br /&gt;But, suckish me, turns out my sister's boyfriend, borrowed HIS iPod.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he bought it, btu it's my sister's...and mine also.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, good night!&lt;br /&gt;ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-7251250088429880091?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7251250088429880091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=7251250088429880091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/7251250088429880091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/7251250088429880091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-it-all-falls-apart-oh.html' title='When it all falls apart, oh'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Se8gltVXcBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rIntMfvCejo/s72-c/ashleytisdale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-7077990165129583965</id><published>2009-04-20T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:38:58.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='et cetera...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore siggie'/><title type='text'>It's still not gonna happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Se1YCDqY8PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iJSEEtQy5J8/s1600-h/paramoresig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Se1YCDqY8PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iJSEEtQy5J8/s320/paramoresig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327010726615249138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. It is a real good thing that's it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... I feel much more comfortable in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the hot weather. It's just really not my taste.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I feel much more refreshed now because I took a bath in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;And you must be wondering what that graphic is on the top.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a siggie I made for MF.&lt;br /&gt;No ripping it off please.&lt;br /&gt;Plagiarism is always a big crime, even in graphics.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I have nothing to do today but type my fanfic... which isn't any good, I might remind you.&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I just finished my set for Total Girl boards.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, two of my favorite scene queens: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna Beth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audrey Kitching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls absolutely rock.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just chatting with Tyra right now,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm remembering the good old times on TG.&lt;br /&gt;Yah know, no TG haters(though, I love those guys...lol) and absolutely no new members that annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss Kimberly, Trish and Tricia...lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're my old TG friends. They're cool, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;And of course Lhynne, Kimberly, my Raven Kimberly fan...&lt;br /&gt;lol... there are a lot of them actually.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel was cool then, so was ate Elly.&lt;br /&gt;There were no annoyers.&lt;br /&gt;Just happy TG.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened then.&lt;br /&gt;I just know the others are really busy now.&lt;br /&gt;So they stopped interacting with us.&lt;br /&gt;Because of school and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that won't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be another memory from everybody =))&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might happen because I'll be focusing on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see that happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;A much more mature me?&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;NAH! =))&lt;br /&gt;I am so not a grouch like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-7077990165129583965?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7077990165129583965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=7077990165129583965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/7077990165129583965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/7077990165129583965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-still-not-gonna-happen.html' title='It&apos;s still not gonna happen'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Se1YCDqY8PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iJSEEtQy5J8/s72-c/paramoresig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-4379498673395055359</id><published>2009-04-19T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:02:58.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary MileyFans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SesLH4ExVHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gRLvsnENuuA/s1600-h/winning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SesLH4ExVHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gRLvsnENuuA/s320/winning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326363214235128946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SesK7yRD6vI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q16udcXY8v0/s1600-h/custom+title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SesK7yRD6vI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q16udcXY8v0/s320/custom+title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326363006517635826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so just a few hours later, I have been celebrating MF's anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo...this is my 2nd one. At my first one, I was very very late and I didn't want to post then. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my attending, I actually won in the Scavenger Hunt thing.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing our net wasn't going kookoo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I actually made a few friends. Kind of...&lt;br /&gt;Dakota is cool and so is Peyton. Dakota's a boy, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Belinda rocking Wentz won in the scavenger game also.&lt;br /&gt;So she stickied the topic I made about Lady Gaga. Go girl!&lt;br /&gt;Soo, anyway, it was fun today.&lt;br /&gt;Time actually flies and it is already night here.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I just noticed, it is almost the end of April.&lt;br /&gt;One more month and it is another school day again.&lt;br /&gt;A new school with new people and somehow new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ! I get a strong sensation every time someone mentions it.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it was already night.&lt;br /&gt;Only hours ago I took a bath and many more hours than that, I was having fun at the MF party.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I so need to get off the PC.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freakin' tired and bored.&lt;br /&gt;But I have some things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever does things are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just closing the things I am not doing so the internet connection won't be so slow.&lt;br /&gt;To kill the boredom, I'll just be writing in my twilight fiction...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;ILY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-4379498673395055359?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4379498673395055359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=4379498673395055359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/4379498673395055359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/4379498673395055359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-anniversary-mileyfans.html' title='Happy Anniversary MileyFans!'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SesLH4ExVHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gRLvsnENuuA/s72-c/winning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-5826738396916838220</id><published>2009-04-17T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:03:25.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan girl mode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean people'/><title type='text'>C'mon we ain't gonna live forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Seg4BTxMTsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jG8nMd-5ZCE/s1600-h/hijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Seg4BTxMTsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jG8nMd-5ZCE/s320/hijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325568154503237314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made this graphics when our internet connection went gay on me.&lt;br /&gt;Not really great. LOL. I just used a bright pink texture as base and then put the pictures, channel mixer, hue and saturation, the rainbow texture(naturally not flipped) and there I go. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also made my GDOTM entry like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post when the winners are announced :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I have nothing to do today.&lt;br /&gt;It is also freakin' hot in the Philippines. So hot that I want to take another bath.&lt;br /&gt;And when I did, I had t take three shampoos, three scrubs and almost limang timba ng tubig. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Soo...my sister and I are looking at the New Moon cast list. I'm actually surprised to see Michael Sheen portraying Aro. Yeah, he's the Frost/Nixon dude.&lt;br /&gt;We're just kidding around. I'm teasing her that her next crush will be Quil Ateara. Since, he kinda looks asian.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you this: She loves asian dudes. Wu Chun, Shinee or whatever.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's just any other day actually. Boring in some ways. The stupidest things. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-5826738396916838220?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5826738396916838220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=5826738396916838220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5826738396916838220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5826738396916838220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/cmon-we-aint-gonna-live-forever.html' title='C&apos;mon we ain&apos;t gonna live forever'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Seg4BTxMTsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jG8nMd-5ZCE/s72-c/hijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-154502207435170096</id><published>2009-04-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:01:11.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Talk To Incandescent People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SeMRI0C8e9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ffbQ3wx4d9g/s1600-h/4everthesickest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SeMRI0C8e9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ffbQ3wx4d9g/s320/4everthesickest.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324118027589680082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes...that's a task.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hey guys It's been days since I posted.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... I gues some of you have heard that I'm Audrey from AROL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is true. And I'm not ashamed. LOL&lt;br /&gt;"Louise" invited me and I accepted. It's a done deal.&lt;br /&gt;Soo... anyway, I'm still making my other task for today.&lt;br /&gt;It's a one pic signature. And guess what? I don't do one pic signatures... lol. I suck at textures.&lt;br /&gt;And brushes. Since, well, I don't know how to use it in GIMP.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm not exactly a sharp shed tool when it comes to graphic making.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, our last day is today. I think.&lt;br /&gt;We already got out card and all the dazzle.&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm enrolling tomorrow on E.Rod so the sooner the better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be in the last section since I enrolled late.&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I can study better.&lt;br /&gt;I said I think.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emopunksz&lt;/span&gt; anniversary is on the 27th of April, 11:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Emopunksz, you may ask? It;s a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't exactly consider some girls there as my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And there are some boys too. Norin, Bodega and Jolan. I can guess.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's. Every one of us is meeting in McDo. And if they don't arrive there, I am soo gonna be pissed off. And they know me when I'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my sudden dislikeness of TG Boards, I spend my time doing this, plurk, twitter and making graphics.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, don't forget the boards I am in.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't as much different as it is.&lt;br /&gt;My parents say that my computer schedule for school day is on fridays, saturdays and sundays only. Wow. As if I can do that silly and stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;Boring. Boring. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-154502207435170096?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/154502207435170096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=154502207435170096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/154502207435170096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/154502207435170096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-talk-to-incandescent-people.html' title='I Don&apos;t Talk To Incandescent People'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SeMRI0C8e9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ffbQ3wx4d9g/s72-c/4everthesickest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-1332227201733333160</id><published>2009-04-04T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:01:07.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freefall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entetaining'/><title type='text'>The Black Part Of My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLWC4Di8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gHv8xwvCVfg/s1600-h/taylors6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLWC4Di8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gHv8xwvCVfg/s320/taylors6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320804326862719938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLWJW6GqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-5Ori2ZFCm8/s1600-h/taylors5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLWJW6GqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-5Ori2ZFCm8/s320/taylors5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320804328602737314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLV97fefI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aZIxsNDWN2E/s1600-h/taylors1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLV97fefI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aZIxsNDWN2E/s320/taylors1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320804325534956018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLV0swgbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5qWux06Fqyw/s1600-h/taylor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLV0swgbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5qWux06Fqyw/s320/taylor3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320804323057238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLVnUgopI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7dJX9UkEBAg/s1600-h/taylors4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLVnUgopI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7dJX9UkEBAg/s320/taylors4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320804319465874066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting day today. Entertaining to me, actually. And I did it. I officially drove the GLOSSYGIRLS back. Nice. I wasn't expecting it. But there they are with their newest and stupidest gossip.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they do gossip about me, well, that's life. Bahala sila sa life nila.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure who it is. Not that. I just think. Kai and CJ is in it with me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they even had the nerve to gossip about Kai and Myrtle. They're "the most decent ones in TG" as Ms. Cheevus said in plurk earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they really are. Which sucks because there are three ranters of TG Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;Aww...some people really love ranting. Anyway, I think I know who some are.&lt;br /&gt;I said I think. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wonderful day today. Everything is happening so fast. And since when am I close to the TotalGirlPhSucks.Blogspot.Com? LOL...well, they're entertaining! Not my fault if I like to read things about people making fun of people. It is who I am folks.&lt;br /&gt;I can only do small. I'm getting bored. I always am.&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-1332227201733333160?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1332227201733333160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=1332227201733333160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1332227201733333160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1332227201733333160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-part-of-my-heart.html' title='The Black Part Of My Heart'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SddLWC4Di8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gHv8xwvCVfg/s72-c/taylors6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-1215243151025185358</id><published>2009-04-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:52:00.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYEEEmzoGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zFGXsH2Pr5U/s1600-h/ashleesimpson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYEEEmzoGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zFGXsH2Pr5U/s320/ashleesimpson3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320444477787316322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYEEDkTqOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vCwu-KdqJ0E/s1600-h/ashleesimpson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYEEDkTqOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vCwu-KdqJ0E/s320/ashleesimpson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320444477508397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYED3Kl_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TqZfm4KiT_M/s1600-h/ashleesimpson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYED3Kl_jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TqZfm4KiT_M/s320/ashleesimpson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320444474179321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My so called contest entry for MileyFans."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know. It sucks like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ang dami nangyari kanina. As in. Okay, it was the Recognition Day of RMES. I went there like a good student shall always do XD. Anyway, my friends and I(Katrina, Camille, Chin2x and Alizza) planner our little MM. Movie Marathon. Because after Alizza gave us her blowout, we are gonna watch a scary movie. Morons. Tapos ngangangawa na nakakatakot. LMAO. My friends. Aren't they something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, when Alizza and I took out the DVDs we wanted to watch from my house(Dumaan muna kami kasi AKO ang magdadala ng DVD, FYI bitches)&lt;br /&gt;As we went to Alizza's house, ayan na. There they were. Couple of asskissed faces. Especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSALYN TUAZON AND KAYLA SUAREZ.&lt;/span&gt;(DIE HARD) Remember what I said to Saira and Jerome? Yeah. They should go to hell too. Nobody talk's to the nicksters like that. And I mean nobody. Almost everyone who did that to me ended up getting PULVORIZED.&lt;br /&gt;But they've gone FAR ENOUGH. We're just watching a movie. Wanna watch a movie? Find your own house. I might even do what I did to my friends in the 5th Grade. (Basically, I kicked them out off my house). We were supposed to watch the movie at my house but they wanted it to be in Alizza's place.&lt;br /&gt;So, nagparinig ang mga putafaces. Sabi daw may ayaw na nandun sila. So fine. They wanna watch? Find your own DVDs, assholes. I may be a badmouth arse, but seriously. I'm not like you son of a bitches.&lt;br /&gt;And YEAH, the boys are IN IT TOO. Why am I not so surprised? They're BOYS, NIKKI. Think sometimes! Remember what you said about your classmates? Morons, craps of life, stupidity of life, lazy shitty morons.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I started the drama there. I didn't want to live then. I hated them so much, I can kill them for all I know.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I'm regretting I even said, "KILL ME PLEASE GOD, PLEASE."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What? I'm a kid. I don't want to miss the good times of moi.&lt;br /&gt;So, when my sister got all lazy on the computer, she told me to go use it for a while. I did.&lt;br /&gt;And so I read CJ's reply. She went to Ramon Magsaysay Elementary School last year. I was like, "SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;I replied quickly. Parang sinabi ko ULOL! =))&lt;br /&gt;Kilala niya pa sila Ma'am Milan, Sir Laforga and of course Ma'am Benoza. Haha. Small world talaga oh. Nag kwentuhan nga kami. Nakalagay rin to sa blog niya, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Schedule kami na sa Monday.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. May but to ah.&lt;br /&gt;Her mom didn't let her... why does that have to happen? Kakairita. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Rant nanaman ako ng rant.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pabayaan na nga. Pipilitin ko na lang siya. Like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam ko naman hindi parin kaya xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nung nakatulog ako and hoping na mabangungot nalang ako, my mom barged in.&lt;br /&gt;She told me softly,(halata nakatulog me) that my classmates are calling me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I just snarled and told her,"Sabihin mo umalis-alis sila dito."&lt;br /&gt;She did. Man... I watched them go in our balcony. I didn't regret making my mom say that.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY after I heard what my mom told me that Rosalyn(the bitch from hell) told her. INAWAY DAW NG BOYS. GAGA, PUTA KA! Yung boys sinisisi ninyo, eh kayo yung galit na galit! PUTANG INA MONG MOTHER FUCKER KA!&lt;br /&gt;Yan nanaman. My blood is boiling again. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;I need to calm down. And cut the bad mouthing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-1215243151025185358?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1215243151025185358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=1215243151025185358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1215243151025185358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1215243151025185358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-of-year.html' title='Girl of the Year'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdYEEEmzoGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zFGXsH2Pr5U/s72-c/ashleesimpson3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-7305424657639591298</id><published>2009-04-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:52:51.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well in Farewells and Cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="299" height="238" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70006b2a15a10887" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70006b2a15a10887%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331644306%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34F8F0C1C635DAA5385968444D8EFC144F0C42AC.4ECE91F28C36CC5821D03E781B199D37D2E11614%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70006b2a15a10887%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqNT7BzJKwi4sNcql1ebb1MpCbxo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="299" height="238" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70006b2a15a10887%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331644306%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34F8F0C1C635DAA5385968444D8EFC144F0C42AC.4ECE91F28C36CC5821D03E781B199D37D2E11614%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70006b2a15a10887%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqNT7BzJKwi4sNcql1ebb1MpCbxo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye Bye Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello people from all over! I just changed my blogskin. You like?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what? Obviously, judging from the pictures and video, I JUST GRADUATED!! LOL. I have many more pictures. If you want to check, just check out my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the congress people's speeches WERE SO LONGG. I fell asleep for, like, a minute or two as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bingbong Crisologo&lt;/span&gt; dozed on and on about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how we should be careful in high school, remember the whatever.&lt;/span&gt; We already know that.&lt;br /&gt;So, wonder what I did the video for? I don't really know. Haha. I just video taped every one as I laughed and said BYE BYE. That's why I call it, bye bye video. It can be scene in my FS account too.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Anne, one of my best friends, you can find her in the pictures below, cried when we gave our parents the diplomas. I laughed and she did too. I laughed because she doesn't really cry, and she laughed because she was acting all silly when what she did can be actually sincere to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;Christienne just whispired, "Ngayon lang daw siya nag thank you sa mommy nya."&lt;br /&gt;"Ganyan kasi ang mga loka loka eh," I just told her.&lt;br /&gt;"Wee..."&lt;br /&gt;I just elbowed her in the ribs. "Daldal ka pa eh."&lt;br /&gt;So, when I got home, my mom is already cooking my handa.&lt;br /&gt;But BEFORE that, my friends and I talked about the movie marathon while the diplomas were being given to every section(Starting with the last one; Gregorio Del Pilar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Nyx," Michelle hissed. "Movie Marathon. Bahay ni Alizza. Blowout rin daw siya."&lt;br /&gt;"Oo na. Maghahanap nanaman ako ng excuse na walang kwenta," sabi ko naman.&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked to my back and whispired,"Kat. Katrina!"&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin naman siya.&lt;br /&gt;"Sama nga sa MM natin tom?"&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and went back to my seat. Ms. Benoza was arranging the last section because they were messing up. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;At least we had fun right? But, wait... I still haven;t bought presents for them. What kind of friend am I? UGH.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I already finished this task that was due yesterday. Yes. The only problem is upload. Which won't be that much of a problem. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Sophia who made this suggestions about what to do. I didn't really listen. LOL. One, because I didn't care if I lost, two, I didn't understand some of them. Peace Pia xD&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I hope mine doesn't suck that much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my friends. Even though we are gonna go in the same school. You never know, iba-iba ang section namin. Now that thing is really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATS BELINDA WENTZ FOR WINNING MOTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATS LYSSA FOR WINNING GDOTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey. I voted for Belinda, I'm not sure for Lyssa. LOL. I forget almost everything I vote for.&lt;br /&gt;Only one more contest entry and I am free. It's this wallpaper thingy with the movie patch. It is so hard. Especially the music. But I picked Emergency by Paramore. It has such a cool message. And it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our clearance signing. I am so nervous. To be honest, I haven't completed the one for science. And for the english one, well, I only need two or one more peom to memorize. It sucks to be graduating without knowing what the future is ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;ILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdSIVbKPLII/AAAAAAAAAE4/d9MAIkCXtJw/s1600-h/100_1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdSIVbKPLII/AAAAAAAAAE4/d9MAIkCXtJw/s320/100_1500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320026961480723586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdR8zHleG5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GcorzDOe8iQ/s1600-h/100_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdR8zHleG5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/GcorzDOe8iQ/s320/100_1520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320014277482781586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 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                                  &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;    &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdDMCmEdmAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/I9R5BAn_2Fk/s1600-h/taylorss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdDMCmEdmAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/I9R5BAn_2Fk/s320/taylorss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318975504875624450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/A/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdDPQaa4JSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8gK6Gdo9boc/s1600-h/taylorss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdDPQaa4JSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8gK6Gdo9boc/s320/taylorss1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318979040801465634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; (I left mine plain, but you can add text or whatever if you really want to)               Using Photoshop cs2(I use ps2)   1. First, start off with your base. (You can use mine, but feel free to try any picture you like) 2. If it needs sharpening, sharpen it. Filter&gt;Sharpen&gt;Sharpen&lt;br /&gt;3. Duplicate your base/layer to screen(Layer&gt;Duplicate Layer). 100% in opacity&lt;br /&gt;4. New Layer(Layer&gt;New Layer) and floodfill with 033A65, set to 70% in opacity&lt;br /&gt;5. Duplicate your last layer and then set to screen-70%&lt;br /&gt;6. You now have a bleachy picture, but we're going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;Duplicate your base and then bring to top. Set the opacity to 50%&lt;br /&gt;7. It looks OK now, but we're gonna change that to a more sharper look. More blue.&lt;br /&gt;New layer and fill with AEDAFC. Set to color burn-100% opacity&lt;br /&gt;8. Duplicate your last layer and then color burn-100%&lt;br /&gt;9. As you can see, it is a little bit darker. You can change that by duplicating your base, bring to top and then set to screen-50%&lt;br /&gt;10. You are now finished. But if you want it to be lighter, just duplicate your last layer and set it to screen, maybe 40-50% in opacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, about hours ago, I was just in my friend's house while we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Scream 2.&lt;/span&gt; They screamed. Literally. It was really funny seeing them acting like babies when the sound comes in full volume, meaning, the killer is almost there. Especially the part where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;David Arquette&lt;/span&gt; gets attacked by the killer. Okay, so I hid a little even though I know the story. Whatt?? Not my fault my friends are scarier than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for Alizza's aunt to finish exercising. (LMAO, right?) Alizza has this weird stalker that's been saying this sooo not frightening text messages.&lt;br /&gt;The clues so far? It can be a boy or a girl or even a gay person, actually FEELS they know twilight, knows the comprehension of english and french, and can speak in a direct english like I can. lmao. (Trust me, the students at RMES are MORONS when it comes to english. Peace dudes.)&lt;br /&gt;And then, when it was longer and I was insulting him/her, he/she tells Alizza she/he likes her! Bleh. I might even gag.&lt;br /&gt;And they are right about me. If someone did that to me, obviously, mura agad matatanggap nila saakin xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worth exactly &lt;span style="color: rgb(197, 0, 0);"&gt;$2,187,396&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-5159227708283003073?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5159227708283003073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=5159227708283003073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5159227708283003073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5159227708283003073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/photoshop-tutorial.html' title='Photoshop Tutorial&amp;Whatever'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SdDMCmEdmAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/I9R5BAn_2Fk/s72-c/taylorss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-1719775708270788882</id><published>2009-03-28T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:51:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoted Love Like This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sc3Mc2hZFOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6_ZEpeBTXMk/s1600-h/emolove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sc3Mc2hZFOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6_ZEpeBTXMk/s320/emolove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318131531038397666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I don't usually post pictures like that. But hey, it was cute and it's not my fault if Sophia sent it to me. Anyway, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I didn't turn emo xD. Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;So, we had our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Baccalaureate&lt;/span&gt; mass yesterday. It was kind of okay. Some of my friends were representatives there. Like a speaker. If you actually go to a mass, you know what I'm saying. We had a stampede as we went back to school. Our adviser told the parents to come back to school with us so they could show where they will be seated. It was cool, mostly, but pretty boring. So, anyway, I am currently doing two graphic entries for this graphic contest. And I am currently bored just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; kanina. I didn't participate because my parents called me an idiot for typing in the dark xD&lt;br /&gt;I also got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;TG ish&lt;/span&gt; today. Oh man... I hate my picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing my usual.. twittering and plurking. You know us weirdos, we stick together no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is also telling me about this guy that was stalking her and Shannen(her friend). I honestly can't believe guys have the nerve to just follow you around and then asking if they can have your cell phone number. Like, ew.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I won the first challenge in this graphic making contest. Nice... I didn't see that one coming. LOL. Honestly, I was shocked since I kinda hated mine. Vintage blue effect. THANK YOU LIVEJOURNAL FOR THE TUTORIALS ON PS CS2.&lt;br /&gt;And also, GIMP. But today, I'm bored. Lazy enough not to do the requests until tomorrow. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ILY guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-1719775708270788882?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1719775708270788882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=1719775708270788882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1719775708270788882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1719775708270788882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/devoted-love-like-this.html' title='Devoted Love Like This'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sc3Mc2hZFOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6_ZEpeBTXMk/s72-c/emolove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-4269380682561594131</id><published>2009-03-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:43:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Gag For No Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScopFQ0JcHI/AAAAAAAAADw/caTPAPRr064/s1600-h/hayley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScopFQ0JcHI/AAAAAAAAADw/caTPAPRr064/s320/hayley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317107480454066290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it is already night here. Anyway, I'm just here doing nothing in particular. And I also had my period. LOL. It's not my fault if mine is irregular. Anyway, for some damn reason, I joined a role play. I don't really want to know why I did it. But I did it. No going back.&lt;br /&gt;So the picture on top of this was saved in a graphic challenge I joined. At least it was not eliminated. I did not want that to happen, do I?&lt;br /&gt;SOOO... We had our graduation practices today. It was okay. But I stink. And they said my whole name; Nikki Valerie DJ. Flores. Oh c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't clap for the other honors like I was supposed to. Mainly Jerome and Saira. Like, ew. Go to hell you two.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep right now. But I don't want to. And who's stopping me anyway? My two sisters are still outside doing whatever. Actually, the first one is on a date, the other one went to Mercury(pharmacy).&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates were also absent, so my barkada can have fun. Only half, since she's as crazy as I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;ILY! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-4269380682561594131?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4269380682561594131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=4269380682561594131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/4269380682561594131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/4269380682561594131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-might-gag-for-no-reason.html' title='I Might Gag For No Reason'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScopFQ0JcHI/AAAAAAAAADw/caTPAPRr064/s72-c/hayley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2891288752891140379</id><published>2009-03-22T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:54:25.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not That Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScY33LPV1JI/AAAAAAAAADo/cTdQH4nPexU/s1600-h/%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScY33LPV1JI/AAAAAAAAADo/cTdQH4nPexU/s320/%3B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315997831206917266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did this mag cover way back. I just thought of putting it now because I don't know what picture to add or video. LMAO. Yeah... so hard, Nikki.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I had a fight with one of my friends(girl in the center of the magazine cover)&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... I still haven't said sorry. I am just weird.&lt;br /&gt;I also finished my two graphic contest entries. And the poll for this graphic contest I entered is already up. And I also edited my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;. Hey... it's not my fault if I'm weird. I named it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Broken Bridge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I so don't know why I named it that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Also... tomorrow is Monday and I so don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;We have graduation practices tomorrow and it will be soo hot out there. And especially annoying if the boys mess up. Fck those do goody moronic boys. I hate them. =))&lt;br /&gt;Hhmm... so, I am officially bored so I will be logging out later. Until I finished singing anyway. Haha. And I am gaining posts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Total Girl&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;MileyFans&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SelenaWebs&lt;/span&gt; so I am getting addicted with that.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; addiction as songs are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Forever&amp;amp;Always&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;. Haha... It's all my stupid sister's fault for making me listen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Diva&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;. That's why I changed my official song here. But my really real theme song is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. I don't know why, really.&lt;br /&gt;Why I am doing this, I am singing and typing my story. I don't know why I'm typing up a story since I don't even know how I'll use it someday.&lt;br /&gt;And when my parents saw my graduation picture with me wearing a dang toga... my dad anyway... he got all mushy and daddy-ish embarrassing with me saying I look like him. Haha! I get that all the time so it doesn't seem weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Taylor Swift's Forever and Always Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;And we caught onto something&lt;br /&gt;I hold onto the night, you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you just kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems to me, this thing is breaking down&lt;br /&gt;We almost never speak&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;Baby what happened, please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Cause one second it was perfect, now you’re halfway out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at the phone, he still hasn’t called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you can’t feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when he said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause i was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I out of line?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Like a scared little boy&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;So here’s to everything coming down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to silence that cuts me to the core&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew for a minute, but i don’t anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at the phone, he still hasn’t called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you can’t feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when he said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t mean it baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up, baby, back up&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything?&lt;br /&gt;Back up, baby, back up&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stare at the phone, he still hasn’t called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you can’t feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when we said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;And it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn’t mean it baby&lt;br /&gt;You said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-2891288752891140379?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2891288752891140379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2891288752891140379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2891288752891140379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2891288752891140379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-that-girl.html' title='Not That Girl'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScY33LPV1JI/AAAAAAAAADo/cTdQH4nPexU/s72-c/%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-838216870757098578</id><published>2009-03-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:27:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScOhlI37bWI/AAAAAAAAADY/C16vkB9ou3g/s1600-h/mydesktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScOhlI37bWI/AAAAAAAAADY/C16vkB9ou3g/s320/mydesktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315269644636613986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. I'm back. The sickness is gone and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramon Magsaysay Elementary School&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is now practicing for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;graduation. We're all excited about this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, the photo above is of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my current crush. Haha. I don't really do the boys at my school. Basically, they're idiots. So I prefer celebrity crushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Soo... it's my desktop wallpaper for our ragged and cheap computer. While I am typing this I am also chatting with a few people on YM for something to do. Hey, it's a Friday. Midnighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today, our adviser gave out the pictures of the whole section 1 wearing they're togas. I looked... okay I guess. But when Ma'am Benoza saw me not looking at the picture or laughing at it like anybody else, well, she basically called me directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey, it's not my fault if I was having a bad time. It's because I had a head ache and I lost at scrabble. Not basically... just. Forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, she joked about me being bad trip is because of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LQ. Love Quarrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Meaning, I just turned down someone's offer to be his girl friend or something like that. But really, the boys at school knew better than to ask ME out. Oh c'mon. They're not that stupid. There intellectual being can somehow have some cell in that thing you call their brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Doing nothing at this moment that can particularly race across your minds. I'm just watching re-runs of my favorite Korean drama series,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I just love this. It can send shivers donw my spine like when I first read Twilight, the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I still remember the characters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gian, Janelle, Troy and of course the bitch Monique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In real life she isn't but, well... I hate her. Haha. I was so addicted to this series, I would risk every shout from my parents just to finish this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And sometimes, I just sleep right through it when it's the boring parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't think there are still re-runs happening in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I know the last time they showed it, it was Sunday. But when I always check on Sundays, there isn't any. Just masses every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I thought Kai how to speak a direct tagalog sentence. My influencial mind can somehow be useful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, enough about that. I'm currently waiting for my sister to come home so I could at least not lock the gate yet. I always sleep fast whenever I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Twilight Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So that's how I do it. I am currently reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for God knows how many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am also waiting for the replies on my graphic contest because of the task I posted. Tnere are only 2 who passed and I'm not sure who they are, basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-838216870757098578?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/838216870757098578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=838216870757098578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/838216870757098578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/838216870757098578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/sequel.html' title='The Sequel'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScOhlI37bWI/AAAAAAAAADY/C16vkB9ou3g/s72-c/mydesktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-5107146442985958382</id><published>2009-03-18T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:36:36.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>Sick Of This Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScEFP7GtK1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hUcnoy3-MvY/s1600-h/hayleygraphic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScEFP7GtK1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hUcnoy3-MvY/s320/hayleygraphic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314534806395890514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. The stupid graphic above is by, yours truly. LMAO. I tried a tutorial posted in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MileyFans&lt;/span&gt; and that is the result. Not very good. I even asked Kai for some directions.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The Walking Advertisement For Weirdness is sick. The hyper dude is sick. Nikki is sick. The song I am listening to is sick.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, basically, I am absent in school. Hazel told me they just rehearsed for baccalaureate, but I'm not sure. And the last payment for the graduation tuition fee is on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Some old dudes took our pictures for the graduation pictures wearing a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toga&lt;/span&gt;. It was also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foundation Day&lt;/span&gt; yesterday so the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drum and Lyre&lt;/span&gt; played. Even though it rained. That's why I'm sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;And also, Sophia asked me if we could make a story together. I agreed. Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;The lead character's name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justine Taylor Raymer&lt;/span&gt;. I thought of the last name, she though of the first name. She's somehow one third Irish, one third Dutch and one third American. And she is portrayed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evita Tests&lt;/span&gt;, this very pretty model Sophia recommended. She took care of the photo edit, I took care of the biography. It's basically half a job.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry if I did not post much for the last few days. I was bored, really. Yeah. The answer is laziness. Hey, not my fault. I'm just a clueless twelve year old girl that lives with her parents and siblings. Too much? I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;My head and stomach still aches, but that couldn't simply over power the weirdness of me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ILY GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-5107146442985958382?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5107146442985958382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=5107146442985958382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5107146442985958382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5107146442985958382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-of-this-song.html' title='Sick Of This Song'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/ScEFP7GtK1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hUcnoy3-MvY/s72-c/hayleygraphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-1069110525515019096</id><published>2009-03-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:20:33.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbteEqggtAI/AAAAAAAAADA/sZP6TldnmKc/s1600-h/from+my+cel+6343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbteEqggtAI/AAAAAAAAADA/sZP6TldnmKc/s200/from+my+cel+6343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943619636769794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sbtd6WNtzWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MPqGIsMJf1A/s1600-h/from+my+cel+6344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sbtd6WNtzWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MPqGIsMJf1A/s200/from+my+cel+6344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943442390535522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So this is like any other day. But my dad's at work, my mom's gone, my older sister is at work, my other sister is in school. The only person left in this house of course is my bro and I. I just ate halo-halo to cool me down and I'm currently downloading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop cs3&lt;/span&gt; so I could have something to do. We have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cs2&lt;/span&gt; CD but I'm kinda full on that thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the pictures from left to right are from yesterday's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recollection&lt;/span&gt;. Before and after.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm checking this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt; tutorial that a friend of mine recommended me to use.&lt;br /&gt;And I am currently downloading fonts and brushes for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photoscape and stuff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So I am just currently bored to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-1069110525515019096?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1069110525515019096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=1069110525515019096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1069110525515019096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/1069110525515019096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring It On'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbteEqggtAI/AAAAAAAAADA/sZP6TldnmKc/s72-c/from+my+cel+6343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2792322326423589815</id><published>2009-03-13T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:46:38.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>Boo. I cried. I effin' cried! Come on Nikki. Show some dignity!&lt;br /&gt;But I took some pictures of my friends. LOL. It was fun really. No matter what. Especially Brother Jimboy. He can be a actor if he wanted to. And yeahh... I kinda fell asleep when he told us to close our eyes and think of the "winter things in our life".&lt;br /&gt;I used the open mike thing to apolgize to Angeline for being a jerk. Hey... being an obnoxious jerk has it's ways. Both good and bad. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun this time. I am currently reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambition; A Private Novel by Kate Brian&lt;/span&gt;. Aww Josh! How can you be so stupid sometimes? Reed was drugged moron! =))&lt;br /&gt;Currently making a set about it xD&lt;br /&gt;And the clip avatars I promised I'm gonna make. If I'm not bored, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-2792322326423589815?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2792322326423589815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2792322326423589815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2792322326423589815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2792322326423589815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/recollection.html' title='Recollection'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2530029329658715580</id><published>2009-03-12T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:16:48.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking into the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sbi0wJZVs4I/AAAAAAAAACw/AFazBE-fjRg/s1600-h/b9d8w1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sbi0wJZVs4I/AAAAAAAAACw/AFazBE-fjRg/s200/b9d8w1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312194499732419458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. So we watched this movie just a few hours. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Only ü. &lt;/span&gt;It was okay, I guess. I like the love team. That got me thinking on how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would die. LOL. It's pretty weird for me anyway. But hey, that's me for you. I'm always thinking that because you never know. You can die just this once without even saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;And then, our adviser announced that a kid from the 2nd Grade &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;. Just like that. He was like... only eight or seven. That's harsh. Apparently, he fell from a tree. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;And then Ma'am Benoza said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dying is something unexpected. We may never know why God took the kid away. And we do not have the right to ask him why."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. When I was in the 2nd Grade, I was a brat. Still am, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of my said boredom, I am currently gonna make video avvies. I'm that bored. I already made a batch of them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah Montana, Taylor Swift, Paramore, Hey Monday, Lady GaGa, Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato and many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like, really bored. It's even a miracle on how I can type while saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; too many times.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the picture I used for this entry is from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tinypic.com&lt;/span&gt;, so thanks out there. Whoever made this banner which is quite larger, it is magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;While I was bored, I changed our desk top back round, the color(silver) and I also unmute our headsets. Apparently, that was the case on how I can't hear anything. Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-2530029329658715580?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2530029329658715580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2530029329658715580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2530029329658715580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2530029329658715580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-into-wild.html' title='Breaking into the Wild'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/Sbi0wJZVs4I/AAAAAAAAACw/AFazBE-fjRg/s72-c/b9d8w1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-2181636371450305398</id><published>2009-03-09T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:18:29.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbTa7LNlYUI/AAAAAAAAACY/F1zdLFwvSss/s1600-h/5vadrd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbTa7LNlYUI/AAAAAAAAACY/F1zdLFwvSss/s320/5vadrd.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311110570733560130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;So, our adviser left us for a while to go to another school to fix the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;rankings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; on the honor thing. I don't really care about getting an honor. I just want to graduate is the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have recently joined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; for the fun because I heard it was as cool as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;. Two websites that can let people know what you're doing. But I see more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; members doing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; thing. It's like a new accessory there.&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This day, when I got home, my dad accused me of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; to him. All because I didn't text that I want to go home like we usually do. You see, he's kinda like my father slash driver. Haha. That's where you see the devil in me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since our adviser was gone, it was pretty much all day riot for us. And there's this rule; No cup, Get Out. Like I care. But just in case, I got my own cup. Crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;After that, after my dad accused and blah blah blah, I found my little nephew Aiden in my sister's arms, cradling him to sleep. Which, I can see, isn't really working.&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to them and gave him a kiss on the cheek when I noticed the blisters on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Where the heck did those come from?" I asked, stroking his cheek gently.&lt;br /&gt;My sister just shrugged. "From the sun. The heat can do that sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her to finish on the net then and then when she did, I went straight to go online on my most top sites.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I also made my two graphic contests entries. One for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;TG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;, and one from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;. I eventually finished both and made my own connections to other sites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Plurk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; and later on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm alone downstairs. The others are upstairs and my other bro went on his night job. I hope he buys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shadow Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;, the third book to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Vampire Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;. Oh c'mon. You gotta love a different vamp story from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will go to bed in a few hours after I post on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;SW, MF, and TG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;Our  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;recollection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; is still on for Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the most annoying thing happened today.&lt;br /&gt;It was before Ms. Benoza left for her meeting. She talked to us first with her curling pins still attached to her hair.&lt;br /&gt;And then she told us about the complaining parents on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Graduation Fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;. And then Ms. Benoza--- well, you know her--- got all mad saying she hasn't encountered a section like ours.&lt;br /&gt;And then she continued in an annoyed voice that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mrs. Alejandrino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;---my seatmates mother--- was one of the parents who complained.&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;JUST BECAUSE OF HIM AND SOME OTHER EFFIN' PARENTS WE'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE OUR GRADUATION. INSTEAD WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A STUPID CEREMONY IN SIDE, F***** INSIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I then controlled myself. Because I know my emotions a little too well. One wrong move and then BAM! Guidance Counselor for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hey... it's my feelings. It's not my fault I'm not born with so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;self control or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/2233495192516732963-2181636371450305398?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2181636371450305398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=2181636371450305398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2181636371450305398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/2181636371450305398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbTa7LNlYUI/AAAAAAAAACY/F1zdLFwvSss/s72-c/5vadrd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-6755851248823531220</id><published>2009-03-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:19:04.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>The Best Damn Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbPG61CqoRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGHUNmTHha4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbPG61CqoRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGHUNmTHha4/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310807099572920594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow, we have school again. Yeah, I know. Another day of shouting and noise. Of course I have to learn, even if it means doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I typed some of my sister's assignment on my own when suddenly, a heard a car and then my parents were home.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad saw me typing without looking at the keyboard. Hey, I can't help it if I can do that. Years worth of addiction, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I am typing here, I am also watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;That's So Raven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; which is almost done that's why I am going to bed now. But doii, I'm still not tired. I don't even want to know why.&lt;br /&gt;After everything this day, I didn't much had my lazy day. I ended up doing this contest entry in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I was supposed to do the graphic contest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;TG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but my partner is nowhere online.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's aren't my best weekday because of  how it's almost Monday. Aww. I hate Sundays. I'd rather have Fridays and Saturdays only. So my sister is also making me log out off the web because she needs to use it. Hey, gotta wait your turn.&lt;br /&gt;ILY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-6755851248823531220?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6755851248823531220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=6755851248823531220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6755851248823531220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6755851248823531220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-damn-luck.html' title='The Best Damn Luck'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbPG61CqoRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EGHUNmTHha4/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-5662248020463426628</id><published>2009-03-07T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:36:40.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Do Nothing Day Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbNFYBW23HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ke9wrTM3cx0/s1600-h/Cheyennekimball_promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbNFYBW23HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ke9wrTM3cx0/s200/Cheyennekimball_promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310664664583429234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbNAPP4SqpI/AAAAAAAAABw/e8k2vbvP5L0/s1600-h/photoshoots_collin003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbNAPP4SqpI/AAAAAAAAABw/e8k2vbvP5L0/s200/photoshoots_collin003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310659016304798354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, I didn't attend our band practice this day. What a surprise. HEY. It's my lazy mode. So, anyway I regretted it instantly when it was general cleaning today. I had to set everything up. It's my darn mother's fault for buying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO MUCH CRAP&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, it's true. Vases, colored curtains..... it's hard having a mother that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; she's still a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Rowel.&lt;/span&gt; Ohh. I am so dead to him because I didn't attend today's band practice. What's the point anyway? We're just gonna rehearse songs to play for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixth Grade Foundation Day&lt;/span&gt;. Especially if I'm going to wear our costumes again. It's green with these puffy sleeves. Yeah, the one on my last post here.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma'am Benoza.&lt;/span&gt; Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; is something to be really scared about. She's gonna scream at us again like we're animals that got out of the zoo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaye&lt;/span&gt; made me do it. Well, I made her too so it's both of our faults, okay? GOD. It's even Monday tomorrow. Now that's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, I saw a dude with this longg white 'stache. I was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad... Look at this! He's even worse than you on lazy modes!&lt;/span&gt;" And for that my dad laughed. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Again, I'm in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy mode&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just posting in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twitter account&lt;/span&gt; like nothing is wrong with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway, I still haven't finished doing this task in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MileyFans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TotalGirl&lt;/span&gt;. Again with my lazy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Where was I? Oh yeah. I made friends with this girl in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;. I told her we should bury the stinkin' past and start a new friendship. She said she'll think about it. No reaction coming from me. Besides, the only reason I did that is because our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life learned lesson on Friday &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pick your friends&lt;/span&gt; and whatever crap. I do pick my friends. The others just think I like them. Kidding! I was only kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There was also this book I read titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead&lt;/span&gt;. It's like, radically different from Twilight. I even learned some new things; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russian dudes are considered hot.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. What? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimitri Belikov&lt;/span&gt; or should I say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guardian Belikov, is, in Rose Hathaway's point of view, hot. &lt;/span&gt;People are so influencing me now. My blunt answers give in the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jackass&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even know who he is and he keeps saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi, hi, hi.&lt;/span&gt; It's effin' annoying! I just keep replying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who the fuck are you?, who the hell are you?, do I even know you?&lt;/span&gt; That sort of thing to get people off my back even if I am twelve years old. I was like, checking my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yahoo account&lt;/span&gt; when BAM, there he is again. God. I hate boys. The many reasons I despised everything about them. Except for my relatives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-5662248020463426628?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5662248020463426628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=5662248020463426628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5662248020463426628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5662248020463426628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-do-nothing-day-ever.html' title='The Best Do Nothing Day Ever'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbNFYBW23HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ke9wrTM3cx0/s72-c/Cheyennekimball_promo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-3130705563858327030</id><published>2009-03-06T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:01:02.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAT Exams and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbIkF7blWhI/AAAAAAAAABo/7-Lz2FBeXW4/s1600-h/from+my+cel+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbIkF7blWhI/AAAAAAAAABo/7-Lz2FBeXW4/s320/from+my+cel+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310346594894567954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we had our NAT exams on Thursday. Want to know WHY it's easy? We we're passing notes! HAHA. In the history of cheating, this has got to be the funniest. Kaye was like, "What's the answer to number 25 in Math?" I was like, "Just divide it to it's volume!" And she hissed, "The answer you dimwit. The ANSWER!"&lt;br /&gt;It was really dog gonnit funny. But we didn't really cheat. I don't even hell know why we need to take these tests. Our adviser told us it was because of our general average, blahblah. Hey. I'm a kid! Free to say what I feel to say!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so after that, we hang out in Shakey's. It was soo loud so I wrote in a piece of paper on their commentary box or whatever, LOV3 THE FOOD. NEXT TIME, CONTROL YOUR YOUNG CUSTOMERS. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Free world?&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, it was our DAT Exams. Division Achievement Tests after our National Achievement Tests. If you ask me, it's more likely as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;estruction of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ttentive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rack of mind. Kidding. But really, what's the point when you know some people are gonna fail it anyway? What?! It's still called true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny when this one ended. I went straight to our computer and listed down the five most stupidest things about life. Haha. Crazy much?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my baby nephew, Aiden was also there when I got home. He was crying. Oh great baby.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow mom, the baby's gonna cry even louder if you did that," I complained when I saw her talking to the baby and making crazy noises. Sheesh. Isn't it embarrassing enough?&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-3130705563858327030?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3130705563858327030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=3130705563858327030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/3130705563858327030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/3130705563858327030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/nat-exams-and-such.html' title='NAT Exams and Such'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbIkF7blWhI/AAAAAAAAABo/7-Lz2FBeXW4/s72-c/from+my+cel+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-6635715590363380944</id><published>2009-03-06T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:02:49.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen'/><title type='text'>Teen Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="170" height="141" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90d4c23130272c0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90d4c23130272c0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331644306%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25907097B9DD551165B927E75A02375C5CAAB843.82E62E3331701B39F6A31541009119F007BC679C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90d4c23130272c0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjCmav04z-qXLJ5x6JtHwWYCbhLE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="170" height="141" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90d4c23130272c0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331644306%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25907097B9DD551165B927E75A02375C5CAAB843.82E62E3331701B39F6A31541009119F007BC679C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90d4c23130272c0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjCmav04z-qXLJ5x6JtHwWYCbhLE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbILtYSQrhI/AAAAAAAAABg/at5SwBlIeWo/s1600-h/from+my+cel+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbILtYSQrhI/AAAAAAAAABg/at5SwBlIeWo/s320/from+my+cel+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310319784864296466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we won our first ever band competition. Yey for us. But that was last year. Anyway, we are gonna have our recollection next Friday. It's gonna be OK I guess. If SOME people can can the crying and dramatic gestures. Dramatic is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; thing. While I did this, I am listening to Homecoming by Hey Monday. Hey. That's how I roll. So, please do remind me to post nowadays here. The only reason I even returned here is because Kai, weirdo Kai, wanted the link. Haha. If I have anymore stories to tell you, I would have typed more. I even had a fight with another group from school. Over a hose. A stupid effin' hose. C'mon. Then they should have complained to DepEd about the sad pay for a hose. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morons&lt;/span&gt;, I thought. I even said some pretty harsh things. Mess with me, well... you messed with the wrong person. LOL.  SO on February 21, 2009 another child from heaven was born. His name is Aiden Genesis Flores. Nice. Where'd you get that one,bro? The internet? Haha. Anyway, he is just so adorable. Always crying though. And on February too, I had a photoshoot with TG. I have so much to type, but really... I still have forever and always. I just love that song. And pressure. Next time for me, I need a calendar to tell me to freakin' type something here. ILY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-6635715590363380944?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90d4c23130272c0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6635715590363380944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=6635715590363380944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6635715590363380944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6635715590363380944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/teen-drama.html' title='Teen Drama'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SbILtYSQrhI/AAAAAAAAABg/at5SwBlIeWo/s72-c/from+my+cel+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-6829567477382062036</id><published>2008-10-29T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:05:10.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Sembreak Rules! Our Field Trip is okay :D</title><content type='html'>Field Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SQlHEtpbZNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5ilsUtrpGew/s1600-h/1_544977167l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SQlHEtpbZNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5ilsUtrpGew/s320/1_544977167l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815785857541330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SQlHErGL8AI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Qkh7s7kR9rQ/s1600-h/1_644920155l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SQlHErGL8AI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Qkh7s7kR9rQ/s320/1_644920155l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262815785172856834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with our Field Trip. It was last October 4. It was okay...LOL... I sat with a friend of mine, her name was Kaye. We went to Pinaglaban Museum, Aguinaldo Shrine, Meralco Museum, Story Land, and what was the name of the other one? Oh yeah, that Junggle thing. I had fun in Meralco. Why? Because we were FREE to do anything we want! I even took pictures. Haha. With my friends; Camille, Michelle, and Christienne. See above. Anyway, it was a great experience. It was early because we don't want to spend another year WITHOUT a dang field trip. It only cost P550 so it wasn't so bad. My OTHER seatmate was such an annoying little twit. Jerome, yes. ECK. He smells like an imburnal :D ...I'm being mean, I know ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I guess that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-6829567477382062036?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6829567477382062036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=6829567477382062036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6829567477382062036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/6829567477382062036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/sembreak-rules-our-field-trip-is-okay-d.html' title='Sembreak Rules! Our Field Trip is okay :D'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SQlHEtpbZNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5ilsUtrpGew/s72-c/1_544977167l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-5031517231908086508</id><published>2008-06-18T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:07:09.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SFjs2NuOKNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Y-RjeraPKc/s1600-h/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SFjs2NuOKNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Y-RjeraPKc/s320/1111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213176984821967058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. I hate weekdays. 1 I have to study math.LOL. 2 I have to deal with our teacher who is so mean right now. I mean, who can blame her? we we're extra super noisy today. I just hope she's on a good day tomorrow. I mean, I was text hiding like a maniac because I don't want my parents or brother come up for me! She made us late for the ending of classes. I know, pretty hard right? But we really deserved it. Gotta admit it there. We we're pumping up the room just like the a scientific thing.. :D. Anyway, things are so weird right now. I mean, I'm studying. Which is weird because last 5th Grade, I don't study that much. I think our teacher is right, we won't certainly forget her that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Know You Love Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2233495192516732963-5031517231908086508?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5031517231908086508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=5031517231908086508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5031517231908086508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/5031517231908086508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-few-days.html' title='The Past Few Days'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/SFjs2NuOKNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Y-RjeraPKc/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2233495192516732963.post-8200423252666768824</id><published>2008-06-14T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:15:57.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Past Few Days Of Irregular Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;First Day Of School. Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Things really are weird when I walked on the classroom. No noise, shouting, or anything. Just staring at me like I was crazy. Yet I was late. Ms. Benoza led me to an open seat with books, rags, and stuff. She told the boys to clean it. When I sat down, I met 30 pairs of curious eyes looking, watching, murmuring. The good part about this is it's still irregular classes. No math to torture me, no CBA so I could stare, no English to make me listen like a know-it-all. The problem is, I do know it all. When they assigned the aresas where we will be working,  I was looking at it like it was something I've never seen in school before. Then again, my past teachers never assigned us like that. I was in the 3rd group. Though when the teacher goes away, noise around is getting louder and louder. Though, ma'am didn't shout. Just said for as to be quiet. I thought it was going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Second Day Of School.Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wrong. It is so not okay. Once when I got inside the classroom, it was a mess. Then again, the 3rd group(with me!) are cleaning. I got a rug and started to clean the floor when the sweepers are finished sweeping the dirt away. When we we're finished we got our bags and went outside. I saw Michelle Anne and waved. She moved to fairview at the beggining of 5th Grade. She waved back. I can feel the sweat on my face. I can see the portrait of Ramon Magsaysay on the door. When it was about to fall(LOLz, as if!) me and Marcy caught it. But when we removed our hands, it has a tie around it!         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     "Hahaha, I thought it was gonna fall!", I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     "Yeah!" Marcy agreed nodding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                    "Angelica Ann, playing with it!" I continued grinning. But all was quiet. I can see why. I heard footsteps coming from the back. Then shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     Ouch! What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"What is this?!This doesn't even look clean!" Ms. Benoza shouted echoing from the empty hallway. Man, embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     Then I heard a muffled sound saying, "Cleaners!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     That's when Angeline and I reacted. I dropped my bag on the table saying, "Look after it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                      I quickly got the rag again that I left on the drawer and looked at ma'am shouting directions, shoving chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     I winced at the eerie sound that it made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     When the chairs were moved, I quickly scrubbed the floor with my feet aching all the way. So much for relaxing and thinking everything was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     I could hear ma'am shouting, "Section 1!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                     When we we're finished, I was sweating hard. But I lost my towel. I searched but none. I just gave up. One thing's for sure was that I was gonna be so busted tomorrow. And oh yeah, I tripped, aching left hand, and bruised left foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Third Day Of School.Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay, we we're assigned on the staircase today. But that was for Eddelyn. The other group 3 members we're perched on the empty classroom with nothing in there but school stuffs, mopping hard, sweeping too. When we we're finished we sat back on our chairs exausted.(BTW, the shouting began just like yesterday) anyway, we had an assignment on cleaning. Not the kind you think. This kind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                             "Now, I want you all to bring working clothes. Do any of you know working clothes?" Ma'am Benoza asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                             There was a short pause then a chorus of, "Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                             "Bring working clothes tomorrow. I want you all to clean clean and clean. I'm making it hard for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                              Those we're the exact words I heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When ma'am was gone, the noise began. "So, what kind of working clothes will you bring?" I asked my seatmate, Jerome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                              "A gray t-shirt," he replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                              "Oh,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                               Then after that we had the same conversation. This time, like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                               "OMG, I have so many things to do today," I sighed disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                               "Yup! Including the working clothes," Jerome reminded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                "OH! I almost forgot!"I cried rummaging in my bag. I wrote it done while Jerome said watching me," She'll write it down now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                "Yup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                 "I just don't want you to be shouted at. You know how ma'am gets." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                 "Mhhmm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                 That's how the day went. The noise continuing. While ma'am shouting at us again to be quiet for the 10th time or something. Later I took 2 white shirts and jogging pants remembering what ma'am Benoza said about hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Fourth Day Of School.Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The day went out weirdly. We we're assigned today at the garden. We cleaned it hard remembering Ms. Benoza getting mad that it wasn't cleaned enough and that some of the members were chatting at one corner. When we saw her, we spead out, me taking leaves that I saw lying on the groud. Gotta admit, they take good care of it because it wasn't very dirty. Just ants that scare me. And the dog at the very far corner. No, not afraid. LOL. Anyway, when we got back on the room, it was quiet. After a few minutes or so, we got down following the smallest girl. We stopped at the front of the gate of the garden. Man, garden again. It was hard cleaning. Some we're complaining that Zidjian victimed them. Meaning splashed with water from the hose. I laughed at them since Zidjian really was well known for his antics. The day went out bad. Because of our noisy behavior, ma'am threatened us. Many people know her for her diciplined act. Doesn't go on asking her pupils to buy stuff like other teachers. If she just heard one intsy bitsy talk she'll shout. Threatened us how? Well, she said that if we didn't answer one of her questions or the other teacher's we are so gonna be dead. I don't want to tell you. Much too scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Father's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Father's Day, yes, the day I got to greet my father for something else. It was really great. My mom went all out cooking etc. even if she has a headache. It's just a small thing. Me and my, Rosal, Rose Jane, Alex, and Mommy got him a card. Mostly from me. I just included them because they we're family. Anyway, it was the same day as my sister's capping or something. It was a nurse thing that I got to understand because well, my othe sister has those thing too. Anyway, I just hope things will be great tomorrow. Will you posted. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;You Know You Love Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;QueenBee Starlight Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &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/2233495192516732963-8200423252666768824?l=weirderthanyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8200423252666768824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2233495192516732963&amp;postID=8200423252666768824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8200423252666768824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2233495192516732963/posts/default/8200423252666768824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirderthanyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-few-days-of-irregular-classes.html' title='The Past Few Days Of Irregular Classes'/><author><name>Devoted Weirdo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02102879849962719852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJnzQPq_80s/TAEINojKBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/R4AKIlQuOdI/S220/30793_1126828868899_1772497256_231386_1205987_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
