<?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-1107282730099770888</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:26:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2218819472959131884</id><published>2009-10-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:42:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nya nya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs25/f/2008/073/7/e/i_cosplay_cafe___maid_outfit_by_kyocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs25/f/2008/073/7/e/i_cosplay_cafe___maid_outfit_by_kyocs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY My maid cafe costume~!!! ^.^ cant wait cant wait! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-2218819472959131884?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2218819472959131884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/10/nya-nya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2218819472959131884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2218819472959131884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/10/nya-nya.html' title='Nya nya'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-3577082933307269127</id><published>2009-09-06T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:36:58.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitler doesn't react well.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Haven't been blogging lately... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really upset. No wonder this blog is one of the best prescriptions. Anyways, we've been staying here in Gov's for about a week now. And gaa~! everyone keeps nagging me! Make me do a million chores and when I don't do them, there goes the "YOURE SO FRIKIN LAZY" speech. Urgh, stupid... I'm not trying to say that I'm lazy and stuff, well actually I am but that isnt the point. This isn't my house, we're just visitors. But still! I won't be answering back to the adults if they asked me to do something NICELY! Not in a way where they abuse their authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go do this, go do that! You're so lazy! Is this how you are at home!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,  it prolly is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-3577082933307269127?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/3577082933307269127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/09/hitler-doesnt-react-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/3577082933307269127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/3577082933307269127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/09/hitler-doesnt-react-well.html' title='Hitler doesn&apos;t react well.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-651458041783429332</id><published>2009-07-15T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:07:35.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum. Burrito.</title><content type='html'>It's raining again. :( everything seems so glloomy and dead. It's so dark that even when I turn the lights on, it kinda still is. I missed school for about 4 days and I don't think I'll be attending tomorrow. Like, we still dont know if this minor chicken pox will get worse or what. I'm just here at home, with my two sisters. I feel so bored now. I mean, there's nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just be blogging my mind out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go out later. Mum knows I'm going out, and she was totally okay with it! Haha but she thinks she's guna drop me off at Sm the Block. I'm guna ask her to drop me off in Katipunan instead. Guna hang out with Mhp ( yes, I should call him this since a lot of people read my blog and might tell my parents. huuu~ paranoid much. ) for a while. Then, Tasha, Av and I are guna take a tax to The Block. And yes, Av is Harvey. HAHA. I call him Av now, not personally yet but later I will! *3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be watching Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince; and I am absolutely excited! Yes, I am! Even if I didnt even finish Sorcerrer's Stone, I believe I've liked Hp more than before. Thank God Tasha and Av have had their Chicken Pox already, I wont be worrying about giving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to download music. But I cant. I'm using Kuya's laptop cause mine is totally dead! T^T it won't turn on. It's just there..... Surely mum and dad wont be paying for the repairing bills. They have no more money, unless they're hiding it from us. Ha ha ha kidd kidd. My N70 is still in Greenhills. I spent the P500 dad gave me for it's payment on a dress. And it's guna cost P1200. -_- How careless can I get? -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now. Ima naaaaap. Ade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-651458041783429332?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/651458041783429332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/07/yum-burrito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/651458041783429332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/651458041783429332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/07/yum-burrito.html' title='Yum. Burrito.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-4097432386799725747</id><published>2009-07-13T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:23:50.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You drove me crazy every time we touched. Now I'm so broken that I can't get up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to be love drunk. But now I'm hungover. I love you forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fa7L_Ym9aZQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiz~ i need chuck bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-4097432386799725747?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/4097432386799725747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-drove-me-crazy-every-time-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4097432386799725747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4097432386799725747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-drove-me-crazy-every-time-we.html' title='You drove me crazy every time we touched. Now I&apos;m so broken that I can&apos;t get up.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2016848335563841275</id><published>2009-07-12T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:23:43.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no cure to Astigmatism.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating lately. Thank you, eye problems. Gaa~ two weeks ago, I had my eyes refracted and my new eye grade makes me soooo upset. Left eye: 475 + 100 ASTIGMATISM; Right eye: 450 + 100 ASTIGMATISM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth is Astigmatism? I learned what Astigmatism was in the 4th grade. It's this eye problem wherein your retina flipped or sumthin. Well, Astigmatism make everything un SHARPER. Like, even if you have a perfect vision of 20/20 BUT have Astigmatism, everythin's not sharp. LOL I'm so bad in explaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, have been trying to avoid using my laptop. Even if I dont update much in Fs, Multi, Bs; I still do my homework, check Teen Vogue, go online and a lot more random stuff unrelated to social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***************&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to pick between these two by the way... Have to order them before the 15th. Go tell me which you like best. :D I believe there's this comment thingy for each post or just leave your choice on the tagboard! Thank you! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mypurpledresses.multiply.com/image/3/photos/225/500x500/5/D2960-1375-php.jpg?et=sGt%2BApPWTLiNt3RvfQCC4w&amp;nmid=261541061"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.mypurpledresses.multiply.com/image/3/photos/225/500x500/5/D2960-1375-php.jpg?et=sGt%2BApPWTLiNt3RvfQCC4w&amp;nmid=261541061" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mypurpledresses.multiply.com/image/4/photos/225/500x500/2/A30.02-rice-997-php.jpg?et=AnjBa5wVgvOFh3p1E%2C0RCg&amp;nmid=261541061"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://images.mypurpledresses.multiply.com/image/4/photos/225/500x500/2/A30.02-rice-997-php.jpg?et=AnjBa5wVgvOFh3p1E%2C0RCg&amp;nmid=261541061" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. Ade! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-2016848335563841275?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2016848335563841275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-no-cure-to-astigmatism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2016848335563841275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2016848335563841275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-is-no-cure-to-astigmatism.html' title='There is no cure to Astigmatism.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-8600040887429078165</id><published>2009-06-25T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:28:41.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katipunan. :)</title><content type='html'>HAHA OK~ so I went out to Katipunan today and I am extremely happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Harvey and Tasha to go out with me today. Mum and the rest of us picked up Tasha. She lives in Commonwealth, so I imagine how far we went! T.T Unsurprisingly, mum was a lil bit upset since we almost had an accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we arrived in North Susana's gate, I saw Tasha and she looked retarded. HAHAHA she was calling someone and was looking around. So yeah, that was funny for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum dropped us off in Kostka and Tash and I stayed there until we saw Mrs R. We walked to Anna's house. She told us that a spoon fell and she knew Tasha would bring someone. ME~! Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things shorter, walked to 7 11. Waited for Aira and JR, and we went to Frii Spirit so they could play. I left and went to Redtag to see Noel and PJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess, I  missed those dweebs. They got more random and funner. God~ you would think I was high on drugs during my time with them! I kept blabbing and blabbing about random things and GOD~ my best time with them. EVER. Pj was looking at this site ( Likecool.com) which showed weird gadgets and concepts. Check it out! And there were a few censored pictures and I was like "PJ! WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU LOOKING AT!!?" and he would be like "THIS IS NOT PORN. THIS IS ART." I was just like wth and he was being so defensive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh, 10% battery remaining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things even shorter... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll* Jace arrived! YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Frii Spirit with our BODEHHGUARDS(!!!) to talk to Harvey. Well, I feel bad now for leaving him. I mean, I invited him and I just talked to him for about 5mins. :c but I have a surprise for him next month! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jace and I went around Katipunan. We didnt know where to go. It was fun though, cause Noel and Pj were stalking us hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mcdo, then Kostka. We took a taxi to Ihooked after that. Got two computers and Jace tried teaching me to play Dota. But it was Korean and I lost interest.. Checked a few sites. then... we decided to chat thru ym hahahahha. Saw MC and Dom and we made sabay with them to Mcdo. Tasha was there too, but she hid from MC and Dom and she just popped out of nowhere! I was like wtf and I screamed so loud! :)) soooo~ funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace and I decided to go to Greenwich tho, with Noel and Pj. They wanted to give us privacy, so they left. hahhaha. went to National, then back to Mcdo since kuya Karding was waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so I miss Kostka a lot. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LAST NIGHT'S BLOGGGGGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-8600040887429078165?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/8600040887429078165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/06/katipunan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8600040887429078165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8600040887429078165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/06/katipunan.html' title='Katipunan. :)'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-5555593099023503958</id><published>2009-06-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:03:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>OH SHIBAL, GUESS WHAT! No classes tomorrow, San Juan Day! Thank God, I need a break. Too many subjects, too much homework in a day! I have a lot of adjusting to do in Dominican. Soo.. I feel like my life is so boring now. And even if I miss Kostka SOOOOO~~~~~~ much, Dominican's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, guna visit Kostka tomorrow and walk around with Tasha in Katipunan. But this is partly true, for mum hasn't got the slightest clue about this. I told her I was goin to Gateway with Tasha and she was all giddy. Really weird. Idk what her reaction would be though when I tell of my plans tomorrow. She might reprimand and blab about Jace again. GAAA~ T.T one of the many consequences of having a boyfriend. HAHHA oh well, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I go to Kostka tomorrow and that is only an IF, I have a lot of people to talk to. There's Jace... hahahhaa. Then there's Tash and Harvey, the people whose eardrums might bleed. Let's just hope not. But then again, having two deaf friends isnt bad... HAHA KIDD KIDD. I miss Noel and PJ a lot too! and Rachel, Sir O, Jaby, and a lot more people. SHIBAL SHIBAL SHIBAL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-5555593099023503958?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/5555593099023503958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/5555593099023503958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/5555593099023503958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-1115084038543571147</id><published>2009-05-15T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:14:37.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oihoisx</title><content type='html'>khdkhkhnds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-1115084038543571147?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/1115084038543571147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/05/oihoisx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1115084038543571147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1115084038543571147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/05/oihoisx.html' title='oihoisx'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-8832375329894594225</id><published>2009-05-13T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:23:07.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 13, 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I feel like blogging again. As my usual lazy self, I shall try to detail what has happened in one month w/o blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ONE MONTH W/O BLOGGER:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331684xj092y2079.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/331/331684xj092y2079.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: the only higlighting moments of my summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1737/1737838ep2ivnqf58.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Baguio Trips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overnight in Sual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to Clark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visits to Kostka.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OB / St. Paul, inquired.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palmas Verdes Party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May  08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day E's brother got baptised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, I guess these are it. There may be a few I have forgotten that I might probably remember after another month. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to blog about? Hmm. It's just so boring. There's nothing to do. T.T like, I checked my Friendster last night w/c I'll be checking out again tomorrow, checked all the updates in Multiply. I'm tired of playing Lemonade Tycoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, look who arrived. Mimi's here. Let's see what progress she made after entering the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 steps to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Checked what I was doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asked if she could borrow my laptop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt rejection. I said no. lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Told me she was angry at her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knew I was ignoring her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 steps to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played Boys Over Flowers. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1737/1737838ep2ivnqf58.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 42px;" src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1737/1737838ep2ivnqf58.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sweetsmileyface.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/boys_over_flowers_to_air_in_japan_from_april_12-20090210185309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 332px;" src="http://sweetsmileyface.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/boys_over_flowers_to_air_in_japan_from_april_12-20090210185309.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mypinoytv.info/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 366px;" src="http://mypinoytv.info/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;By the way, Hana Yori Dango is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;waaaaay~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;better that Boys Over Flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portalsana.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/hana-yori-dango.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.portalsana.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/hana-yori-dango.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Acer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeT06m2Mfa4/SYJvGsdJ3QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9linM8hNLUE/s400/HanaYoriDango11a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeT06m2Mfa4/SYJvGsdJ3QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9linM8hNLUE/s400/HanaYoriDango11a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OGURI SHUN &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;JUN MATSUMOTO&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2127/2127227gue1eq8iq5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 44px; height: 36px;" src="http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2127/2127227gue1eq8iq5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-8832375329894594225?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/8832375329894594225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-13-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8832375329894594225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8832375329894594225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-13-2009.html' title='May 13, 2009.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YeT06m2Mfa4/SYJvGsdJ3QI/AAAAAAAAAbw/9linM8hNLUE/s72-c/HanaYoriDango11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-7322214471038464232</id><published>2009-04-06T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:27:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undergoing major changes. :o</title><content type='html'>I'm currently killing myself slowly with making a blogger layout; I want to see if I can make an awesome one. :) Sorry if the current template of my blog is very distracting, I'm still testing the PNG / GIF / JPEG 's I have made. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-7322214471038464232?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/7322214471038464232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/undergoing-major-changes-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/7322214471038464232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/7322214471038464232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/undergoing-major-changes-o.html' title='Undergoing major changes. :o'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2631478406653827839</id><published>2009-04-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:12:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for a DSi</title><content type='html'>Since my dsl is kinda in a bad shape ( destroyed mic, bad screen, unworking side buttons ) due to Pakwan's continuous borrowing of it. I feel that my instincts are telling me to get a... *drumroll* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DSi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this last year and I've been waiting for it to hit our shores. I've checked last month if any gaming store had it, but they didnt even know what it was. :c Soo, I'll probably wait in agony till next year. Even if it will be released here this year, Ima wait for the three other colors. Prolly get the lime green. yay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/new-dsi-colors-pink-lime-green-metallic-blue-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 237px;" src="http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/new-dsi-colors-pink-lime-green-metallic-blue-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvement: Thinner and longer; larger screens; sd card slot (YAYY); two cameras; plays music, etc; wii type of menu; and a lot morrrrrre. So go on, order yours from ebay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-2631478406653827839?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2631478406653827839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/craving-for-dsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2631478406653827839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2631478406653827839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/craving-for-dsi.html' title='Craving for a DSi'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-1575041105465526232</id><published>2009-04-04T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:32:15.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ga~</title><content type='html'>It's so frustating when your mum forces you to go out when you've decided to spend your summer staying in, using the internet. Luckily, when we went to the mall, I bumped into Kuya Bogs and Sir Ranne. I've missed her Sir Ranne and his mind boggling conversations of intellectual topics. He explained today his perspective of gay men, metrosexual men, and whatever's related to them. lol gave me a good laugh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while on our way back home from Tarlac, I realized how I missed these certain people and how they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chastine Mae Cendreda. I miss her weirdness. I miss how we do stupid things that make us want to be kids forever.  I miss us pretending to be these famous people just to laugh at how people stare at us. I miss how we used to debate on whether who was taller and fatter. HAHA. I miss how we shared our food and stuff. I miss her, so much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Robert Samson. I MISS HIS HOUSE that never runs out of anything to do. I miss his limited facial expressions. haha. I miss him sitting on me. I miss him and his farting powers. I miss watching movies / bollywood with him. I miss him always tricking me into believing nonsense. :)) Miss you, Kyleo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace. :D I miss his girlyness and how gay he is. I miss his squinting eyes. I miss making fun on how gay he is. :)) I miss talking to him a lot about things that are utterly weird and awkward to talk about.  I miss his singing and his warm hands. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjela Nattasha Valdepenas. Oh shit, I miss her criticizing me. I miss how we like correcting other people's grammar and pronunciations. I miss how I keep blabbing and blabbing which she ignores and complains with Harvey. I miss it when we talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; whenever we have the chance. I miss enjoyingly making fun of her. I miss this really annoying person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Angelo Pascual. I miss our talking sessions on life, friends, school and whatnot. HAHA I MISS IT WHEN HE ANNOYS ME WHILE I SLEEP DURING CLASS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Ji Heui. HAHAHAHA I MISS LUCY. I miss her making fun of me like ALL THE TIME. I miss it when she tells me funny stories. I miss going out and watching movies with her. I miss the way she gets jokingly angry. I miss her accent and her english and her hanguk. I miss the making plans with her. hahha and I miss Elly. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha Louise Natsume. I miss you, E. I miss your smallness hha. I miss your spontaneous ways and your stupid but realistic views on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Marie Tiangson. I miss you Achi Bon! I miss it when we keep laughin and laughin and laughin cause of what Kyle / Bern / Amiel / etc said. I miss our movie marathons and the Mcdo we order. I miss the way we used to cut classes classes cause we felt like doing it. haha. I miss you attending family events and stuff. haha. I miss teasing you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*toot*&lt;/span&gt;. :b I miss it when we tell each other something so secret, so dark, that we both get dumbfounded lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Marin. HAHA I MISS IT WHEN WE GET SO STUPID. I miss just staying in bed with her all day talking about how mafeeling we are. hahahaha. I miss our sleepovers and her sisters. I miss her house and the sibling fights that happened there. I miss having water fights with her! :) I miss you, V. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people I currently miss. My brain is malfunctioning and Ima just have to continue this list next time. :) Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-1575041105465526232?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/1575041105465526232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/ga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1575041105465526232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1575041105465526232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/ga.html' title='Ga~'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2271628621272658771</id><published>2009-04-02T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:11:22.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush. :P</title><content type='html'>lol so i have absolutely nothing to do. somebody had the nerve to touch my laptop and close all the progams while i was busy doing something else.. hmm.. soo, yeah, still waiting for Jace to finish his game. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Does your crush know you like him? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yep. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How long have you liked him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Uhh. From August till now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Does he know you exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; haha i am the main reason why he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Are you friends with your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; yea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Would you consider him as your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Yes. :D he is the bestest friend I ever had. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. How many crushes have you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lol more than you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Did you ever regret ever having a crush on a certain person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; -___- kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8. Do you think your crush likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; he loves me. hahha. :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;9. Is your crush tall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; uh idk. ask him. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10. Do you go to the same school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;11. Are you brave enough to say his name here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I guess. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Does he dress well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I like how he dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;13. Where did you meet him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;14. How old is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15. He's older than you, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;16. Or the same age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;17. What sport does he play?  i'll go ask him lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;18. Does he play any instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  yep. the guitar. :) and bass, drums, flute and some piano daw haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;19. Does he have siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; yea, two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;20. Why do you think you like this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; haha. he's so girly e. :)) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;21. Do you think crushes are important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;22. Do you think crushes makes one's life more interesting and worth living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; idts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;23. Did you ever have a crush that liked you, but you turned him down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;24. Do you think being boy crazy can affect someone seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; omgosh yes -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;25. Would you go for your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;26. Who do you think people have crushes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; that boy over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;27. Do you think that even when someone's taken, they still have crushes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; idk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;28. Do you like talking about your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lol yeea. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;29. Are you a freaky stalker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; nope. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;30. Do you have your crush's phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; yea. i memorize it. hahha. shh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;31. Have you ever spoken to him through phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;32. Have you ever pretended you needed help for something, just so you guys could "bond"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; uh nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;33. Do you think crushes can stay forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; depends sa person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;34. Or is it the type that just comes and goes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;35. Do your parents know about your crushes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; just some. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;36. Did you ever dream of a crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; maybe... :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;37. Do you have preferences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; haha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;38. Do you think having a crush on someone is because he has good looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;39. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lol none atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;40. Does your real life crush look anything like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; uh nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your crush make your heart act like crazy?&lt;/span&gt; haha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;42. Can you imagine your life without crushes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;43. Life without a crush is boring, believe me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; for people who dont have anything better to do lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;44. Did your crush ever talk to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;45. Do you think you have a chance with your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lol well yeah, he's mine already. hahhaha =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;46. Do you think it's bad to like someone who's already taken by someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; idts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;47. Are you comfortable talking to your parents about your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lol depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;48. How many letters are there in his name all in all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; 4+6+11= 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;49. Do you know his height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; haha idk. he's like a lil taller than me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;50. Good luck with your crush! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; haha i dont need luck anymore. :P :P :))&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/1107282730099770888-2271628621272658771?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2271628621272658771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/crush-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2271628621272658771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2271628621272658771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/crush-p.html' title='Crush. :P'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-4968768552819639062</id><published>2009-04-01T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:09:15.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.</title><content type='html'>I expected my summer to be a lil different. Kain, tulog, internet, text. GAA. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-4968768552819639062?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/4968768552819639062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4968768552819639062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4968768552819639062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring.html' title='Boring.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-8388387986412734653</id><published>2009-03-30T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:17:37.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Haha. Today was very tiring. Sleeping from 3am to 7am made it more tiring lol. We had breakfast with our visitors, Karen from Rotary Liverpool and some other Rotary people. I missed how we usually eat breakfast. Lots of food again set in a buffet way. GAA~ lots of calories.  x(  :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;after eating and gettin' ready and stuff, went to the hospital. We stayed sa clinic doing who knows what. Haha. It's funny how adults are. They'll be freakin out at how much you've grown and that's how the people from the hospital were like. :))  funny. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Then, we ate lunch in Lenox to celebrate Monchie's graduation. :) HAPPY GRAD, MONCHIE LOL.&lt;:p Ate with his family from his dad's side and some of his teachers. KAREEEEEOKEEE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Hahaha. So, I was with my dad and mum and we finally brought the topic on how my dad dresses. People keep wondering why he doesn't dress appropriate to his status / job / ?. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;DAD: I like CHIZ ESCUDERO eh.  :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;... New inside joke. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;missing him more.. :c&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/1107282730099770888-8388387986412734653?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/8388387986412734653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8388387986412734653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8388387986412734653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-1811859252948076432</id><published>2009-03-29T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:27:55.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Welcome back family ties, endless calories, aching back pains and those tired eyes. I've missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. I miss my friends. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour; holla. You have no idea how happy I am that school is over. But oh my gad, I still have 18hrs of community service to finish for failing Art. This summer will be pretty tight *thank goodness lol* and soooo busy. -_- So I wouldn't have any time to have my clearance signed. And about my new school, still haven't found one yet. If I don't choose one quick &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wisely&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be staying in Kostka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad wants me to transfer to ICA cause I would just be walking to school everyday since ICA is just next to us. I heard we had to learn Chinese before entering or something, sheesh. If that was true, ICA would be off my list. Then there's MC, mum's choice. I'm still having doubts cause (1) MC has no AC T.T (2) We will be involved in soirees and events with Ateneo (3) It's in Katipunan; have to wake up real early. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;URGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I miss Lucy. Hahaha. She finally made her own YM ID, &amp;amp; we kept chattin' the whole afternoon. She told me something very shocking. haha scared me to death. Hope to have that Korean Day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥Missing him. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-1811859252948076432?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/1811859252948076432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-e-l-lo-s-u-m-m-e-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1811859252948076432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1811859252948076432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-e-l-lo-s-u-m-m-e-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-1209559394964389217</id><published>2009-02-27T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:14:04.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss is not the word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh sheez, ANNIHILATE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please, if you're stupid, read a dictionary daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel like I don't know what is wrong or right, or what to do anymore. I am failing most subjects, due to my old absences, and I feel like I don't care. I cheat lol, yes, I was cheating when Tasha was my seatmate. I used to ask her most of the answers for the past month. Nothing is in my brain anymore. That is why, starting tonight, I will be makin a hell lot of reviewers for the finals next week. The only way to boost my grade waaaay up is to perfect the exam. Since I am a sloth, that sounded impossible,  but we're in a world now where &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat, ugly, empty-minded, unattractively screaming &amp;amp; swearing girls&lt;/span&gt; are favored and where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 year old virgins and fathers exist&lt;/span&gt;, so I guess it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Pinipilit niya mag-English, hindi naman kaya nang utak niya! :)) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kim Cabildo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bloggers piss me now.&lt;/span&gt; Not my type of blogging, but her type of blogging. Don't you just hate it when bloggers force themselves to write in English, I mean with grammatically wrong sentences and a whole page of misspelled words? If you're not sure w/ the spelling, why don't you freakin' check the dictionary? I know I am sounding so hypocritical cause I do misspell words too, BUT NOT ALL THE TIME. Why don't you just speak in Tagalog? Try mo kaya. No more daily nose bleeds! Shz, like Tasha, Km &amp;amp; I loooove making fun of this girl's blog cause she sounds soo stupid that it makes you wana stab all the teachers you've known one by one. It's just plain annoying. I hope blogs have spelling checks now.  Oh, how stupid could our society get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME COMING. IM COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Monday. The newest band I'll be listening to. They sound like Paramore, well kinda. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have committed lust this week. Don't get the wrong idea, lust has many forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-1209559394964389217?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/1209559394964389217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/02/bliss-is-not-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1209559394964389217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/1209559394964389217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/02/bliss-is-not-word.html' title='Bliss is not the word.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-5879313278270761200</id><published>2009-02-05T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:31:45.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>Muahaha. I didn't attend school  today, thank God. I've been researching on private school to get a headstart on how private schools are for my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, there's this model I really like. Her name is Agyness Deyn and I love her style! :]&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heard of Krystal Meyers? well, she's this new rock singer and stuff lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lucy would be goin out to look for a prom dress. Too bad I can't go with her. :c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-5879313278270761200?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/5879313278270761200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/5879313278270761200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/5879313278270761200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/02/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-8470625410886154808</id><published>2009-02-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:09:30.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick.</title><content type='html'>Woa, been a long time since I blogged. Kuya Jc &amp;amp; I were fighting and he wouldn't let me use the net. Even I couldn't use it in school, my monitor's dead. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been trying to write a book.  Thanks to Love, Rosie &amp;amp; Hana Yori Dango for inspiring me. I kept rewriting it and I can never be satisfied with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhp has been turning emo these past few days, it's annoying me. I just want him to know that I'm not toying with his feelings. Then again, I should reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Karma points in Plurk has gone down. Even my balance in the bank has gone down. Err, so I won't be able to buy this awesome dress I saw in T&amp;amp;M. It's the last one and costs about 1k. I am in need of that dress!! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Feb 7, 11, 13.&lt;br /&gt;Feb 7: kostka js prom and I have a feeling that I am not going. HAHA. talk about xciting.&lt;br /&gt;Feb 11: The day I was born  in the wonderful blasphemic world.&lt;br /&gt;Feb 13: MG  Js Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-8470625410886154808?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/8470625410886154808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8470625410886154808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8470625410886154808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-6162371504245250296</id><published>2009-01-25T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:09:38.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pakwan's birthday.</title><content type='html'>today was super awesome! i didnt expect it to be like this, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated pakwan's birthday party today and of course, we were unprepared. what can i say, tradition keeps haunting us. and so, i started hating this day when my mum was starting to get panicky and all. lol. so yeah. eli, am, &amp;amp; berns were in elem waiting for me to pick them up while we were doing errands. they waited for a loooong time! So while we were in Nepo, Ate Bon kept texting me. She was on her way to Pv with, wth,m Kyleeeee? I was just  so speechless. I kept telling her to stop playing me and to tell the truth. Then she was like, " yeah, he's really here!", "act surprised, kyle might get angry", etc. So I totally believed it! I was superdiduper excited! So when we arrived @ Pv, no kyleo. :c So I guess I was really surprised and super gullible! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked sekayjb up in elem. And yes! They told me I was already part of Sekyjb which was totally awesome. Amiel &amp;amp; I were the new members. :) link: http://profiles.friendster.com/94243677. Anyways, we kept laughin in the car and tellin' stories. start of a great day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things short, we went kite flying, retardinate, take pictures, and have fun. One of the best days. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-6162371504245250296?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/6162371504245250296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/pakwans-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6162371504245250296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6162371504245250296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/pakwans-birthday.html' title='Pakwan&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-4754486073475783313</id><published>2009-01-17T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:11:26.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violation of Rights. :[</title><content type='html'>Urgh! How did this wonderful day end up so frustrating? Why does everyone have to consistently blame me, even if my faults are just minimal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with that stupid science project! I told my mom that I chose to culture bacteria for the Science Exhibit. She told me how easy it was to create a bacteria colony and that we can get different bacterias from our hospital. She said that I should leave it all to her. So I didn't worry too much about that. Then just this week, she told me that our hospital didn't have. She expected me to talk medical with the LMC laboratory! What the heck! I had no idea what the MTs were talking about! They kept speaking tagalog so fast, plus those terms! Urgh. So after that I told my mom. She said that we could check LNU. So we did. And tada, there was. And it was free cause they knew our family. Only problem? Ada wasn't there! She said that we could get from VMU in San Carlos. So when I was with E already, she told me to call my grandpa and ask him to ask the owner of VMU if he could give us bacteria colonies. My grandpa said that there was none in VMU and to check DMS in downtown. I told my mom. So this afternoon, I hung out with E. Just kanina lang, my mom told me to go to the lab and get the bacteria that came from LMC. She just stayed in her clinic, reading ECLIPSE! I felt so annialated (IM NOT BEING MAFEELING). Those Tms. URGH. They treated me as if.. Idk, stupid? So yun. The urinal bacteria is in this petri dish. So I only have this one bacteria that looks a) like pee b) glue that was just zigzagged around the pee c) totally anti-bacteria looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my mom blames me. "I was supposed to be with her". I had to do my own project. I DON'T HAVE A CLUE WITH ANY OF THOSE. She also kept saying how I just deliberately ignored her calls! I did not! Actually, she didn't even call me! She even kept saying that I didn't reply to several of her text's Where are you?. I did not receive those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my dad. When I arrived home. He told me that I kept going out everytime I go home to Dagupan. I told him that I ddidn't go out naman in Manila, so I think that it's fair for me to just hang out with my friends. Then he was like "So what if you don't go out in Manila? That doesn't mean should go out here. " Then he kept telling me that I was with "my boyfriend or manliligaw". "Don't make me call another boy". What is wrong with him? Craaaap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess it's my turn to pinpoint my faults. I was being too careless, yess, I was. But it's so hard not to see your friends and just have the best day in the whole entire week! Even if I was, my mom does everthing in the last minute! Just like when we transferred to Manila, it was all so sudden! So, yeah. They can't deprive my rights to see my friends. It's stupid, bias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-4754486073475783313?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/4754486073475783313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/violation-of-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4754486073475783313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4754486073475783313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/violation-of-rights.html' title='Violation of Rights. :['/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-6709604873477527599</id><published>2009-01-17T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:12:10.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Wow, what an unusual day today. I spent the day with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;First, I went to LMC to check the bacteria colonies, yadayada. I went to Kcc, brought Mimi and her friends. It was so crowded. Grabe. Roland, Jodi, Ronzee, Bern, Taro, E, Amiel, Ariel, Angielou, Ailene, Phoebe, Kim and Kara were there. Roland was acting like himself again. Asking if there were any chicks and stuff in Manila. lol. Jodi got so much taller. He's like two-three inches taller! Taro was makin' out with Kaffy, the Kcc dog. HAHA. So yeah, I missed hangin; out there with my friends. When I ordered, Kuya even remembered my name. It was shocking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Finally, I went to Caleb's. It was a nice bookstore, actually. Nice old books. Then went to Elem. Eli &amp;amp; I just stayed in the waiting shed and walked around MG. She told me stories, stuff. Roland &amp;amp; Ronzee were hiding from Kara &amp;amp; Kim. lol it was hilarious. Well, when Kara &amp;amp; Kim were lookin' for them. Roland &amp;amp; Ronzee were hiding behind us. Wth, Roland told me I hadn't changed. I was still a boy! -_- And he said something really creepy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So, after that. We went to Cedric's place cause Mendel had practice for a practicum. It was funny and boring at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Eli and I rode a BICYCLE to Bpi in the junction to withdraw money. (I lost my mum's 1k. :[) But it was so awesome! I missed my bestfriend, since we haven't seen each other in months. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Then we rode the jeep goin' to my house but then the Starex was behind us the whole time! E borrowed some books and we talked as if we would see each other next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i16.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/c5/09/d850_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://i16.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/c5/09/d850_2.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/30056604/Images/HO120N.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 222px;" src="http://images.channeladvisor.com/Sell/SSProfiles/30056604/Images/HO120N.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An Holga Camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1.ebayimg.com/04/i/001/21/12/5f7b_1.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 193px;" src="http://i1.ebayimg.com/04/i/001/21/12/5f7b_1.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim Peacock Havs. Size 36-37.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-6709604873477527599?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/6709604873477527599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6709604873477527599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6709604873477527599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy..'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-53089532962968457</id><published>2009-01-16T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:49:55.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm hurt.</title><content type='html'>First post of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I haven't been blogging. I've been completelt busy, lazy and not to mention,  I only had two days for net access during weekdays: computer class. And I am still determined in receiving the Acer my dad has promised me. That's why later, Ima email Aunt Waltzie and ask her to bring a laptop from the states. So my dad will be forced to buy it! BWAHAHAHA. Oh wait, my mum said that she would be the one paying. So much for avenging. If only I could find her email.. Craap,  what happens if I don't? Obviously, no Acer, no Photoshop, no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than two months more. Then I will be free from this torturous purgatory. How could I actually survive there? But I'm so lucky that I do. Then, those stupid people you acquaint with won't stop their stupidity emerging. Stop showing that you both are self-centered, low-life tramps who can't even criticize their lives before criticizing other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tasha will be celebrating her birthday. Couldn't go, cause I'm here, the place that I love. lol. And even if I could go, Iwouldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans for today, actually. I thought we were supposed to go to San Manuel and go baking with Mimi's friends. Turns out, we won't. I'll be just staying here maybe. Lemme just text the guys if I get bored. Or maybe, might go to the mall with Ate Bon. But then, to think of it. I have a million things to finish. Like buy the bacteria Jaby and I have to culture. I am still having my doubts though. Thinking that maybe it won't be successful. Then I have to get the guitar E borrowed from me. Then I have a dentist appointment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God please, a Holga cam/Havs peacock design 2009 for my birthday. Better yet. Let me be happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-53089532962968457?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/53089532962968457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because-im-blind-doesnt-mean-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/53089532962968457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/53089532962968457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because-im-blind-doesnt-mean-im.html' title='Just because I&apos;m blind doesn&apos;t mean I&apos;m hurt.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-3293792148047792044</id><published>2008-12-10T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:38:17.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wishcart. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;GO GET ME THESE FOR XMAS. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;part1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaianas Slim Metallic Crystal Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomens-Havaianas40000301050356_medium_PRODUCT_ANGLE_11292.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 83px;" src="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomens-Havaianas40000301050356_medium_PRODUCT_ANGLE_11292.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaianas &lt;a href="http://www.havaianasus.com/womens-sandals/chiso.html?s=6734"&gt;&lt;span class="name" id="ce_replace"&gt;Chiso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="name"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomens-Havaianas40067700020356_medium_PRODUCT_TOP_5114.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 109px;" src="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomens-Havaianas40067700020356_medium_PRODUCT_TOP_5114.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="name"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaianas Top Lighthouse Apple Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomen-Havaianas41074142532356_medium_PRODUCT_TOP_2057.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 91px;" src="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomen-Havaianas41074142532356_medium_PRODUCT_TOP_2057.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="name"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaianas Top Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomens-Havaianas40000290010356_medium_PRODUCT_TOP_9383.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 88px;" src="http://www.havaianasus.com/havaianas/items/HavaianasWomens-Havaianas40000290010356_medium_PRODUCT_TOP_9383.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converse Chuck Taylor® All Star® Party Favors Ox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappos.com/images/746/7461003/10757-735669-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 157px;" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/746/7461003/10757-735669-d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converse Chuck Taylor® All Star® Decorative Stitch Slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappos.com/images/729/7297113/1396-371663-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 101px;" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/729/7297113/1396-371663-p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Converse Chuck Taylor® All Star® Sequined Sneaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://edge.shop.com/ccimg.shop.com/230000/234600/234699/products/119776194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 130px;" src="http://edge.shop.com/ccimg.shop.com/230000/234600/234699/products/119776194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, geneva, arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Harajaku Lovers Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/productimages/regular/1343_leopard_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/productimages/regular/1343_leopard_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/productimages/regular/1327_terms_of_endearment_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/productimages/regular/1327_terms_of_endearment_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harajaku Lovers Watch: Luv Me Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/ProductImages/details/1200_red_special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/ProductImages/details/1200_red_special.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Harajaku Lovers Watch: Juku Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/ProductImages/details/1193_yellow_special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.harajukulovers.com/store/ProductImages/details/1193_yellow_special.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-3293792148047792044?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/3293792148047792044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wishcart-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/3293792148047792044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/3293792148047792044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wishcart-p.html' title='Christmas Wishcart. :P'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2475965662955117220</id><published>2008-12-10T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:33:43.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badabing, badaboom.</title><content type='html'>Pft, haven't been writing bout what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, it started snowing today. :) yay. but the snow won't be building up. :c&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wowowee. Lol, had so much fun! well, the show had this mixture of excitemnet, laughter, sadness, nostalgia and it goes on.. Then, Charice was there. Bla, bla.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandparent's house burnt down. :C Real glad that no one got hurt, though. :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://piepiepie.multiply.com/photos/album/111/Our_House_Burnt_Down#&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now. :))&lt;br /&gt;-Jean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-2475965662955117220?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2475965662955117220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/12/badabing-badaboom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2475965662955117220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2475965662955117220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/12/badabing-badaboom.html' title='Badabing, badaboom.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2389713948478326227</id><published>2008-12-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:20:30.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold feet, warm neck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;]Jean&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Freezing?&lt;br /&gt;Place: Papa Rene's Study Room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so we arrived hre in Texas yesterday afternoon. It was cold. Really cold. I didn't expect it to be this cold. Even Tita Che said that it wasn't usulaly this cold. Soo, last night there was a party for the wowowee peeps cause Papa Rene's like a sponsor or sumthin. So there was music and food and all. When the celebs were here ie: Angelica Panganiban, Mariel Rodriguez, Pokwang, Valerie concepcion and those weird dancers.lol. There were a lot of peeps in the party and I decided to go upstairs and watch tv while Kuya Jc and our cousin Lloyd hung out w/ those girls. That's the main reason why I didn't have any pictures w/ 'em.  :)) anyways, just watched upstairs and made libot libot sa party. ahha. after they left, I was in Papa Rene's room and used his laptop. Lloyd was there too. And I guess we had "bonding time." haha. stupid cousin. So, I guess that's it? Yeah, that is. Oh, wait. It's Pacquaio night tonight! Chyeea. Barbecue time and Lloyd's comin'! Actually, about the whole fam is. lol. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ouuteh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-2389713948478326227?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2389713948478326227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-feet-warm-neck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2389713948478326227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2389713948478326227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-feet-warm-neck.html' title='Cold feet, warm neck.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-2802260143723064290</id><published>2008-11-30T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:24:41.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mood for some Rooftop Food.</title><content type='html'>;]Jean&lt;br /&gt;Mood: mixed: happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;Place: grandparents' room. amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day in the house filled with surprises, the Samson's Residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Taro &amp;amp; I were plannin to swim in Kyle's pool. But I figured that I didn't bring enough clothes this weekend. I just brought shorts, a blue polo, jumper shorts &amp;amp; a jumper dress. So wrong idea to decide for a pool bash. It was 7:30 am and I was textin Taro. He wasn't sure of goin since I told him that I won't be swimin. Well, I didn't want it to be just Kyle and I, so I lied to him; told him that I'd be swimin. lol. yeah, so he agreed to go. Around 8:30, I went to Kyle's place. As I stepped out of the car and ran into the gate, their guard gave me a note. It was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STKQXjWWERI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xcharo4lxVI/s1600-h/jeana2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STKQXjWWERI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xcharo4lxVI/s320/jeana2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274436847904624914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STKQYEjPtUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZCCPpEohZlg/s1600-h/jeana22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STKQYEjPtUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZCCPpEohZlg/s320/jeana22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274436856817104194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I thought it was kinda weird cause 1) Kyle's handwriting looked like Taro's which looks like a 1st graders. 2) I was textin Kyle before I even arrived. 3) the guard looked annoying.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to Ken's room and I saw Ken peeing! HAHA. I tried to look the other way, then there was Keith sleepin on the bed and Kyle sleepin on the ground. I woke Kyle up. He took a bath and I stayed in the place where its like a salas but it's on the 2nd fl. Said hi to Tito Rob (Kyle's dad). Waited for Taro and I fetched him out the house cause the guard wouldn't let him in. When we were complete downstairs, we watched Tropic Thunder in Keith's room. Maaan, Taro and I made fun of the toy soldiers, gladiators, tanks, etc. LOL THERE WAS EVEN THE ALIEN DUDE FROM TOYSTORY THAT HAD "KYLE" WRITTEN AT THE BACK OF HIS NECK".  When we were watchin, I knew that we all kinda got bored at some parts of the movie, but, heck, the room was freezing cold. Taro &amp;amp; I were under the comforters the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fave lines from Tropic Thunder:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-2802260143723064290?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/2802260143723064290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-mood-for-some-rooftop-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2802260143723064290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/2802260143723064290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-mood-for-some-rooftop-food.html' title='In the Mood for some Rooftop Food.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STKQXjWWERI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xcharo4lxVI/s72-c/jeana2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-234339153128841459</id><published>2008-11-29T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:21:26.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>screenshots. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGIBBNLHtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5SJi-mmpDZw/s1600-h/jean6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGIBBNLHtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5SJi-mmpDZw/s320/jean6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274146189712498386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHbf1m5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Ow9LfSoJr-8/s1600-h/jean5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHbf1m5-I/AAAAAAAAACs/Ow9LfSoJr-8/s320/jean5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274145545100126178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHbdIuGVI/AAAAAAAAACk/3CxduyIhaKs/s1600-h/jean4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHbdIuGVI/AAAAAAAAACk/3CxduyIhaKs/s320/jean4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274145544374982994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHa38-G-I/AAAAAAAAACc/M6AVzTPtg-U/s1600-h/jean3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHa38-G-I/AAAAAAAAACc/M6AVzTPtg-U/s320/jean3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274145534393588706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHa-Z20gI/AAAAAAAAACU/uHt3VLaTNCo/s1600-h/jean2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHa-Z20gI/AAAAAAAAACU/uHt3VLaTNCo/s320/jean2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274145536125358594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHauJwnjI/AAAAAAAAACM/OQcaAC89zZ8/s1600-h/jeAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGHauJwnjI/AAAAAAAAACM/OQcaAC89zZ8/s320/jeAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274145531762875954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;]Jean&lt;br /&gt;Mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;Place: grandparenst room. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2:16 am and I'm still chattin w. Chaz. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-234339153128841459?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/234339153128841459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/screenshots-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/234339153128841459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/234339153128841459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/screenshots-3.html' title='screenshots. &lt;3'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/STGIBBNLHtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5SJi-mmpDZw/s72-c/jean6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-4462915535132556713</id><published>2008-11-29T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T05:28:23.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lying limer. :b</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;;]Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood: happy. :0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Place: amado, grandparents room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, its been a long time since I've blogged. Yeah, it was exam week last week. and couldn't blog the week before that cause: 1) my laptop has no cable thing 2) mum's laptop crashed down 3) Kuya Jc's laptop is w/ Tita Pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so a lot has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exam week was so hectic. -.- but I didn't study that much which led to a shotgun exam. kinda like that. Ap exam was sooo, urgh! so I guess I won't be best in Ap. Batalla will. &gt;:( lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best day of the exam week: Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loved this day among all the exam days. The exams were five, but that was the worst part of this day. haha. I liked talkin to Tasha, lol fun. Anyways, after the exam, I hung out w/ Noel and Pj, as usual. We like waited for my mum to finish talkin to Rilloraza for the thing bout us leavin for the states. So, yeah, bla bla. After my mum went to the car, Noel, Pj, and I just stayed in school. And oh, after a while, Balao was w/ us. I introduced him to mum and yeah, he was so weird. He told my mum that he was the one w/ the feet up on the pic onmy phone. After that, sat on the ground talked bout Mhp. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MHP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have no progress kinda. haha. I always run away when I see him. :)) and he bought me load last night. Chyeea. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A day out w/ Lucy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to greenhills and watched.. tunutununtunun.. TWILIGHT! Buuut, shh. that's our lil' sec ret. ;) which is kinda stupid cause I'm postin it now. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND FINALLY: TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOSH, love this day too. I was sick today, So I kinda looked, uh sick? Around 2 or 3 maybe, April went to my house to finally exchange our havs. She was w/ Steffi from 1st year. I convinced her thatI'll make sabay to her w/ Steffi goin to Amiel's house. After they dropped me off, I had fun in Amiel's house. Cedric, Taro, Amiel, and Berns were upstairs. Haha. did stupid stuff there. and like yeah, told them bout mhp and noel and pj. :) as usual, they were makin fun of them. Just to sum things up, we walked to Kyle's house and drank virgin and left. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told the guys bout mhp and they were like makin so much fun of him! lol called him pretty boy retard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told them how Noel smelled like safeguard. Then they were like reinactin me and noel. haha. like I would go near him and sniff him. Then I would say " Noel, you smell like safeguard. " lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talked about everythin I missed in MG. Gaawd, a lot of chismis. ;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were dancin, like yeah. :)) And Amiel's learnin to dance!!!! :O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taro sounds retarded, still. cant understand him, and of course he stutters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berns won't grow anymore! :)) after reachin 5'10, his doctor said thats he's perm height. So much for a 13 yr old half black and half flip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cedric, uhh? we wre talkin bout **m. then he was like, out of nowhere, "she's a b-tch" in the weirdest voice everr!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sang Decode by Paramore over and over in the most annoying voice ever. Actually the first 3 lines lang of the chorus. They called me a lying limer. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amiel has a new baby sis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eli was in Manaoag. :c&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guys made this weird experiment. Kyle kept it in his old house. Gaaar, it stunk up real bad! and like my name was on the bottle even if I didn't help them out. :) it was really sweet. oh, and there was like "TARO&lt;3KAFFI". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soo, I feel lazy now. Tomorrow mornin, gona go to kyles house. haha. soo, yeah, thats it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-4462915535132556713?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/4462915535132556713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/lying-limer-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4462915535132556713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/4462915535132556713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/lying-limer-b.html' title='the lying limer. :b'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-6980851586223078712</id><published>2008-11-17T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:00:55.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;]Jean&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Place: Kostka Computer Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. &gt;:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-6980851586223078712?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/6980851586223078712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/jean-mood-pissed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6980851586223078712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6980851586223078712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/jean-mood-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-6818579377697206575</id><published>2008-11-15T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T03:01:40.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation?</title><content type='html'>;]Jean&lt;br /&gt;Mood: mixed.&lt;br /&gt;Place: Grandparents' Room. Dagupan. Yey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so first about the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first Kostka Fair, so Idk if it was boring compared to the previous ones. Cause the others were like "ang boring ng fair", "The fair is so boring", etc. I couldn't help but agree cause it was soo boring compared to the MG fests. Even if it was boring, it was still fun. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kostka Fair, Day One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late. Had mass.&lt;br /&gt;During the mass, JR &amp;amp; I were talking. The new teacher even reprimanded us. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Likhang Awit.&lt;br /&gt;After everyone changed, we practiced on the open space in the 3rd fl. I noticed the Ms. Sanga was tense. Really. She even got mad @ me &amp;amp; my other classmates for wearin nailpolish. She told us to remove it by any means or else we wouldn't be allowed to join the likhang awit. But we had no way of removing it w/o acetone, so we painted our nails the color pink. lol. During the likhang awit, we were kinda nervous. Cause, in my opinion, we didn't give our best. According to Ms. Sanga, our song wasn't that loud. But we got 3rd place! :)) 4a, second; 4b, first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the booths.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the sophies had two booths, the baggage &amp;amp; lounge booth. tThe baggage booth works by "getting" the bags scattered around the school. Then, the owner pays us to claim his/her bag. I got one bag, btw. Yay! :] Then, the lounge booth. For example, if you don't want to get caught, you have to stay in the lounge booth. But it didn't really "click", so we changed it to jailbooth. And I got married to Harvey! -.- lol. The first time they tried to catch me for the marriage booth, I was terrified! I was screaming, "help! Tasha! 100x" and trying to pull her. Craaap! Talk about monsters. I even kicked Ryan a million times and ran into the lounge booth. lol. xD Soo, dun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out w/ Noel, Ahia Tino (Balao), Kuya Jc, Lucy, Rachel, Monica, and classmates. Ahia Tino even bought me Shuttershades! Yey! Haha. Then there was the battle of the bands. I stayed w/ Ahia Tino and Kuya Jc. Had so much fun. And Ahia Tino was so funny! He was wearin slippers kasi, then he was raising his feet next to the guy infront of him! graabe! Then, he got his foot and put it next to the guys ear. Ms. Fabian saw him and she was like "Nicholo! Anung ginagawa mo!? etc. etc". Kuya Jc &amp;amp; I couldn't stop laughin! Kuya Jc &amp;amp; Ahia Tino were also like saying that Lucy is so hott etc. Hahaha. So, during the battle of the bands. Mr. Happy Panda passed by, and he said Hi to me! I was soo, err, happy? Then, Lucy, she was staying @ the same row as us, she was keep on laughin! And Kuya Jc was tellin me "what? you're kilig again?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Happy Panda and his band started to play. All, well, not exactly all, the girls were screamin. amp. Ahia Tino was also like "Woo! Go crush ni Jean!" or sumthin like that. It was the end of the day, then we decided to go home. Siigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-6818579377697206575?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/6818579377697206575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/infatuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6818579377697206575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/6818579377697206575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation?'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-9180012828871773722</id><published>2008-11-12T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:17:00.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NORMAL GUY vs. EDWARD CULLEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;;]Jean&lt;br /&gt;Mood: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Place: condo greenhills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got this from Blessa Mendonza's (1-Galileo, MG) friendster prof. ty. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NORMAL GUYS VS. EDWARD CULLEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would say: “I love you Baby!”&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen would say: “You are my life now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Guy would say: “I think I am falling for you.”&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen would say: “The Lion fell in Love with the Lamb”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal Guy would say: “You hair looks like a haystack; go brush it!”&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen would say: “Your hair looks like a haystack but I like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would pick a random song from a random artist and dedicate it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen would sing you a song he wrote for you while playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you die, a normal guy would find another.&lt;br /&gt;If you die, Edward would kill himself cause life without you isn’t worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I wasn’t going to live without you..” He rolled his eyes as if that fact were childishly obvious. “..but I wasn’t sure how to do it. I knew Emmet and Jasper would never help so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave the house, a normal guy would say: “Bye, see ya!”&lt;br /&gt;As you leave the house Edward Cullen would say: “Come back to me, love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled my favorite smile. “Hurry back to me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Always.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you come back to the house, a normal guy would be watching TV and wouldn’t even notice.&lt;br /&gt;As you come back to the house, Edward Cullen would be welcoming you by playing the piano with a song just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I heard the music before I was out of the car. Edward hadn’t touched his piano since the night Alice left. Now, as I shut the door, I heard the song morph through a bridge and change into my lullaby. Edward was welcoming me home.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would wait for you to make him breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen would make you breakfast everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are both out for dinner, a normal guy wouldn’t keep his eyes off the sexy waitress.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen wouldn’t even notice the waitress was a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and one hand on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and the other attached to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While far apart in different places, a normal guy would say: “I miss you.”&lt;br /&gt;While far apart in different places, Edward Cullen would say: “It’s like you’ve taken half myself with you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy wouldn’t care or notice if you had nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen would sing until your nightmares went away.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want me to sing to you? I’ll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy does it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen only does it with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy buys you flowers and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen buys you a car. "&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/1107282730099770888-9180012828871773722?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/9180012828871773722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/normal-guy-vs-edward-cullen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/9180012828871773722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/9180012828871773722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/normal-guy-vs-edward-cullen.html' title='NORMAL GUY vs. EDWARD CULLEN'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-5892298055818817002</id><published>2008-11-12T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:29:46.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/12/08.</title><content type='html'>Yay. Fair tomorrow. :) the booths assigned to us are the baggage booth and the lounge booth. Gona tell you the results of our fair in a few days. Well, I'm still nervous for the likhang awit and fear factor. lol. I was so confident bout the fear factor thing cause I didn't know that the whole school will be watching. I feel soo anxious na tuloy. haha. Then, there's the "19 circles" concert and party on friday from 530 pm till 11pm. Idk if I should go cause I totally don't want to. Soo, gota think bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I feel so happy today cause I got a chance to txt/chat w/ Chaz. haha. When my mum loaded me, I hastily texted Chaz. After a few mins, she replied. Haha. I wasted P10 load but it was "worth" it daw. -.-  lol. Chaz will be readin this cause I'm chattin w/ her now and told her to read. Soo, peace Chaz. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FYI-when you txt roaming, its jsut P1. but I replied to her chikka thing. soo, idk.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I'm still thinking of a codename for "him".&lt;br /&gt;Chaz and I have started totally brainstorming. haha. first choice was Julia R. cause ever since I told Grambs bout him they pictured him as her. Idk. Or maybe he looks like her. haha. anyways, these were the choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;snow guy [chaz]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;midget [chaz]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;donut [chaz]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sir panda [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sir short panda [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr happypanda [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy panda dude [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prince panda [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freaky panda dude [ean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thunder boy [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr. inseparable [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sos man [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy boy [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;green boy [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zeus [chaz]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alien man [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr blue JEANs [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pantalon [chaz]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr pantalon [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr. blue pantalon [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mr blue pandaboy [jean]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shorts [chaz] lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;haha weird but funny *slash* cute. lol. gona end this blog. since chaz wants me too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Jean. :]&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/1107282730099770888-5892298055818817002?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/5892298055818817002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/111208.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/5892298055818817002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/5892298055818817002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/111208.html' title='11/12/08.'/><author><name>Jeannnnnnn :)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_isYCaOgdeCg/Sc9saZ3BGVI/AAAAAAAAADo/JNv-IP0IoXA/S220/jean5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107282730099770888.post-8621679510047660256</id><published>2008-11-08T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:22:34.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chastine Mae Sta. Maria Cendreda. :0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: garamond,adobe garamond; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;haz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we have our own crazy ideas to make our friendship grow better.. and we'll never destroy our friendship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-got it from Dani's old prof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the bestest craziest and funnest girl you could imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You're the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"extra"&lt;/span&gt; in my family and I'm the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"extra"&lt;/span&gt; to yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;I really can't believe you're leavin for Canada today. siigh. Through thin and thick, our friendship got stronger and stronger. So I guess it would be hard to say goodbye. There will be no more reasons to go to Dior. I would look stupid if I went to your house and stayed to wait for you. [parang stalker lol]. Grambs won't be the same anymore if you leave. It's like you bridge all of us. Kaya when you guys left Pat's place last night, I've stayed w/ her for like more than an hour. We kept talking bout you and how Grambs would survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your last day to see Pats and Air yesterday, right? I was surprised not to see them cry. lol. Pero, last night, I was super ticked off. Idk whyy. Maybe it's cause Ariel took my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="bold" class="rteImage" src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/icons/clean/16x16/font-bold.gif" alt="Bold" title="Bold" onclick="FormatText('form::body', 'bold', '')" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt; Twilight. Haha. But then, I siddenly remembered you and started crying. It was pretty stupid, So I won't continue what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we're all gona miss you big time. What happened yesterday was really fun and is another factor to our "hard to say goodbye" thing. I wil really miss you, fratwn. It's like we've been  really born twins and just separated during birth, really ironic. haha. Which reminds me of the twin incident kahapon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographer: &lt;/span&gt;Kambal kayo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz: &lt;/span&gt;Ay, opo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean:&lt;/span&gt; *NR* haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographer:&lt;/span&gt; Bakit ngayon ko lang siya nakita?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz: &lt;/span&gt;Ay, nagaaral siya sa Manila. Matalino kasi siya e.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographer&lt;/span&gt;: At, ikaw, hindi. Unfair naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. I told Pats the story and she said, "kaw matalino, si Chaz Out of School Youth". Haha. A lot of people think that you and I are sisters/twins. Idk if we really do look alike. It's fun though. Pretending to be twins. Haha. Oh, and here's another funny one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; Magkapatid kayo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean:&lt;/span&gt; opo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt;: bakit po? magkamukha po ba kami?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady:&lt;/span&gt; oo, paraa kayong twins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean:&lt;/span&gt; AY, we're really twins, ate!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean &amp;amp; Chaz:&lt;/span&gt; *lol*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady: &lt;/span&gt;Eh? Seryoso kayo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz:&lt;/span&gt; Opo, te. bakit? hindi naman kami magkamukha diba ate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;: Kala ko twins kayo? Anu ba talaga?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean: &lt;/span&gt;Twins nga ate. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz:&lt;/span&gt; Ate naman. Nung lumabas kami sa mom namin, nakidnap siya ng ewan. Kaya nga mayaman siya e.  Pero ngayon, we're back together. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Guy staring at us*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean:&lt;/span&gt; Twins po kami.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz&lt;/span&gt;: ui, baliw. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy: &lt;/span&gt;*shocked* lol. talaga?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean: opo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi po ba kami magkamukha?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; hindi e. Ay, wait lang. Hmm. Parang ah. Ewan ko. Naguguluhan ako. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz: &lt;/span&gt;Kasi kuya, Magkaiba ung dad namin. Kaya dun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy: &lt;/span&gt;Kala ko ba twins kayo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chaz:&lt;/span&gt; oo nga. basta un na un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chaz and I love doing this super crazy thing. Whenever we ride the tricycle, tas full ung seats. Chaz and I stay in the driver's motorcyle. I mean, like next to/behind him. Then all the way during the ride, we would always scream or make fun of complete strangers. We would be like, "HOY SEXY", "UYY. PDA SILA", "WOO. ANG SIKSIK MO", "*SCREAAAAAAMS*", "*SCREAM* OMGOSH SNATCHEEEEEER! *SABAY TURO*", "PSST. HI HOT", etc. So yeah, its really weird and super stupid. But, hey, we're just kids.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. There a lot of things I haven't metioned yet. But I feel really lazy and sleepy to continue. It's 7:02am now. And I bet you're in Church w/ April. So read this asap. Idk kung sasabay ako sainyo papuntang Manila. Cause things here are really hectic. My mum says that weire gona leave around lunch. But I think we might be late. You're flight is 4pm, soo Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gona miss you, Chaz. Especially all your crazy stunts and antics. Being around you is like no other. Like, when I'm around you, I'm like myself, diba? Like hindi ako nahihiya sau and stuff.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*KAYA SHE KNOWS A LOT OF STUFF* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I totally know a lot of people will  really miss you. You're really special. I mean, mentally special. lol. So, I hope to write another crappy blog about you. Maybe after a month, when I really miss you. Idk what I should do w/ your number. ANd I only get to tell my problems and stuff to Ate Bon &amp;amp; Eli. Not you. :c That's why magroaming ka! or sumthin like that. I'm gona try to find a way to keep in contct w/ you. Like maybe call you everyday in Canada. Love you, Chaz. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Soo, yeah, see you later,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt; fratwn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1107282730099770888-8621679510047660256?l=mushyybuug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/feeds/8621679510047660256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/chastine-mae-sta-maria-cendreda-0.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8621679510047660256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1107282730099770888/posts/default/8621679510047660256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mushyybuug.blogspot.com/2008/11/chastine-mae-sta-maria-cendreda-0.html' title='Chastine Mae Sta. 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