<?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-2537092827459364231</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:55:10.985-08:00</updated><category term='accident'/><category term='God'/><category term='miracles'/><title type='text'>Gnus&amp;&amp;3♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-887006394933329700</id><published>2010-12-19T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:38:28.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:DD</title><content type='html'>I remember it like it was just yesterday (yeah, it really was just yesterday)...&lt;br /&gt;It was my friend's birthday, so her "Boyfriend" took us to Starbucks for frappe. After everyone was done making up they're minds on what to drink, I was in charge of placing all our orders. So I went up to the counter, told the person behind it what we wanted and paid for it. The Girl asked me if i collected stamps( there's a promo here in the Phil. that if you completed the stampbook, you'll get a free book or planner. Not really sure what it was) I told her no. She asked me again if i wanted to collect stamps, ofcourse, i turned her down(err.. fan of Starbucks but not too crazy about it). For the last time, she asked me If it was alright to give the six&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stamps( one drink is equivalent to one stamp) to the guy before me, Finally i said yes. There was no reason for me to not to give because i really don't drink coffee(makes me gassy ;P plus, he's kinda cute ^^) The moment the counter girl told him that someone had given him stamps, he was happy(i think he clapped). I told him in an almost whispering voice,&lt;br /&gt;"No 'thank you'?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, thanks"&lt;br /&gt;"You're too late, I don't care anymore,kidding" and smiled to myself. &lt;br /&gt;I went back to my friends and we chatted. But i haven't told them yet. As we were make very light conversation, the guy laid a tray infront of me with a choco banana cream pie on it. "Thanks" is what he said. I was shock cause i wasn't expecting "that" to happen and I kinda forgot where i had met him (yeah, i has STM "short term memory"  . After he had left, my friends flooded me with "Who was that", "Do you know him", "He's kinda cute!" and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Starbucks has made me believe in "Love at first Pie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-887006394933329700?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/887006394933329700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2010/12/dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/887006394933329700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/887006394933329700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2010/12/dd.html' title=':DD'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-3434897081953842006</id><published>2010-11-01T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:34:14.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What happened for this day</title><content type='html'>Sembreak is almost over. FINALLY! I kinda like school. Learning is very fun. *GEEK* I'm looking forward for a fresh start. Last Sem, my grades were mostly 1.75. Only had one 2. EXCEPT FOR ORIENTATION WHICH WAS 5!!! DAGNABIT! *sigh* I guess im not going to make it in the dean's list after all. Too bad... I have to take orientation again. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work extra hard this time. Especially my bestfriend jessica is my classmate. *SHOUTOUT TO JESSICA: HOLLER! :D* I'll ask her if she wants to study with me after school. :)) YEY STUDY HABITS! I'm so tired of being at the bottom of the food chain. *not really* Imma make our way to the TOP! GO FOR US! We are so totally gonna be partners in crime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot. My brother got involved in a car accident. yeah, shocking right? So i was waking up from a heart-stopping dream. My mom sat by my bed and told me what happened. When she was leaving for the door, i asked he what happened. She said,"He's in jail". The words crushed me just as i heard it. When they left to find my dad. I cried my heart out and looked for my Bible. I didn't know what else would make me comfortable. So i opened it and read something from the Book of Nehemiah. Hours later My brother called my dad. He told him the whole Story. It turned out that he wasn't in jail. But the poor guy who crashed into him died. The other one was in a critical condition. :(( They were just 16! My brother was crying when he was telling them the accident. My heart just broke when i learned that he cried. And later while we were cleaning after dinner. My sister told me that He had to crawl across the Highway when he flew out from his Tricycle! They could've killed him! THANK YOU LORD FOR NOT LETTING THAT HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is Great and he watches over his children... Thank you father. C;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gnus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-3434897081953842006?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/3434897081953842006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-happened-for-this-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/3434897081953842006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/3434897081953842006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-happened-for-this-day.html' title='What happened for this day'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-1116066296174819681</id><published>2010-08-20T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:10:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshie in college</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;*brushes cobweb off the page* it's been a while since i last posted here... a year perhaps? Back to the important stuff. I will keep my blog updated from now on. Just as i had once promised myself to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College time is a very tiring time to keep up with. It's so much different from High School. Everyday, we are asked to do this and do that. So many requirements so little time! But, by the time we accomplished something(especially group works), it's like a heavy load has been lifted from our shoulders. Whew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer being alone, but not all the time. When you're alone, you are able to observe your surroundings. Not that's anything wrong with it. I find peace and harmony in my own little chair. lol especially when I'm in slumber mode :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettina and I joined the Theatre Guild in HAU. Last Sunday, we had our first body meeting. It was both fun and exciting. FUNCITING! LOL but it was so boring at first. Although i did find something intresting, what could it be? The Org is composed of 4 departments: Music, Dancing, Visual, and Acting. Though we are divided and categorized by our talents and skills. All of us have one thing in common. And that is THE LOVE FOR WHAT WE DO. These, are my kind of people. I'm pretty psyched about meetings, jammings, and other cool activities that they have in-store for us. LOL. MABUHAY ANG TG at c KUYA KHEY!!! ahahaha... 'Cause we are next in Line. I can't describe the joy that i feel within my swelling heart ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. 19th of August, was our first "Buwan ng Wika". I joined the "Isang pag-awit". It kinda... sucked? lol. I dunno how to describe it. As a matter of fact... I wont type it anymore... It just breaks my heart to think about it... What a waste :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So... as i said before. I'll be updating my Blog. Until then,&lt;br /&gt;-Gnusrawr&lt;3~&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-1116066296174819681?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/1116066296174819681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2010/08/freshie-in-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/1116066296174819681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/1116066296174819681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2010/08/freshie-in-college.html' title='Freshie in college'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-3397112714667295152</id><published>2009-12-29T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T05:39:07.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anu ba naman yan, kabata-bata ko pa ganito ganito na ako. OMG! ang saya-saya ko talaga... who would've thought? bleh, d nyo gets noh? dapat lang! hahahaha nakakahiya man aminin pero, i think im in-love...! ahhh, with whom kya? OMG, HINT HINT HINT...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. I never felt so alive... I'm so giddied up... Right now nga i'm working him up eh.. i want him to be perfect. Not for me, but for the eyes of the others who underestimate him. Gosh, ang bilis ng panahon. Hahaha...  Parang PBB lng ah, Mely and Jason. Bleh, hahaha Better than them. Better than Jan Di and Jun Pyo. OMG, KILIG FACTOR NAMAN JAN FROM ME OH! Hahahaha.... Infernes ah, di ako nagbongang-bongang english ngayon. I'm so Excited to type that I'm so tinatamad to speak in English.. :P ayos lang yun... Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post nga ako ng picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SzoEpZ7mOJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gy3ITmItY9Q/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SzoEpZ7mOJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gy3ITmItY9Q/s200/IMG_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420650210875816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... CHENA! EWWWW, kuya ko yan nuh.. hehehe aus ba? magkamukha nuh...&lt;br /&gt;eto na talaga(this is it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SzoFVepkODI/AAAAAAAAADA/HutEUHdHr34/s1600-h/IMG_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SzoFVepkODI/AAAAAAAAADA/HutEUHdHr34/s200/IMG_3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420650968056608818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, pangit ako jan...*weh, kailan pa* HUMBLE TOH PARE!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-gnus~&lt;br /&gt;P.S. pwe2&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/2537092827459364231-3397112714667295152?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/3397112714667295152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/12/ecstatic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/3397112714667295152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/3397112714667295152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/12/ecstatic.html' title='Ecstatic'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SzoEpZ7mOJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gy3ITmItY9Q/s72-c/IMG_3677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-6350439031657133925</id><published>2009-10-11T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:18:45.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 freaking months to go! "WAG MUNA"TOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;From the song Linger by Cranberries...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Do you have to let it linger?"&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-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If you're thinking what the hell am I blabbering about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then you're in luck. I'm talking about how fast time flies while enjoying the last months of highsc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hool.Everything has flown so fast.Soon Intramurals will be over, come JS Prom, and sadly Graduation. I will surely miss Nanay's cooking, "Banats", Going inside the prohibited office and faculty, my very very loud classmates, our Spoon-Feeding Teachers, the carved desks, the "Corridor" (without an "s"), and lots more. But we have to move on with our Lives. "Carry-on" as they say.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Offer is good while Supplies last" mom says when she offers "Merinda" after Collide. Let's make the Most of our freaking high school llives. Wala ng away bati! Hahaha...Jusmeyo, mukha tayong mga bata. Para sa Grad walang "hard-feelings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eewww! naiiyak ako.. Paano ako hindi maiiyak, pinapakinggan ko yung song na "Linger" habang tinitingnan yung HS pics and habang tina-type y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;unh entry na toh! hahaha CORNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GOODNIGHT! 01:15am na!HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/StISykKH-3I/AAAAAAAAACw/iS-Rp_U8Ov8/s1600-h/RyujiTaiga-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/StISykKH-3I/AAAAAAAAACw/iS-Rp_U8Ov8/s320/RyujiTaiga-0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391392363824806770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;Be Jealous, be very Jealous!&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P.S. RAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRR&lt;br /&gt;-gnus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-6350439031657133925?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/6350439031657133925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-freaking-months-to-go-wag-munatot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/6350439031657133925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/6350439031657133925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-freaking-months-to-go-wag-munatot.html' title='5 freaking months to go! &quot;WAG MUNA&quot;TOT'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/StISykKH-3I/AAAAAAAAACw/iS-Rp_U8Ov8/s72-c/RyujiTaiga-0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-621424751768248735</id><published>2009-08-26T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:30:48.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;GUYS.. panu ba yan? (BNB speaking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Another year another..HAHA!you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCAE is over. Somehow, it was quite easy.XD, it just so happens that its a lot. On the first two exams, i was the first to finish. HAHA it doesn't mean that i dunno the tests. It just so happens that I'm super good at it. (brags)XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i wish i could tell you all the stuff that happened since the school year started. I don't have a computer anymore. TOT. Actually, i do. But we don't have an internet connection. Mom doesn't want one. She say's its too much. I'll just wait for march till i get my own laptop. You'll know where to find me when that happens. Maybe here at SM, Nepo, or at Coffee Acad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, we're growing Up! we don't argue anymore. We just laugh at our own mistakes. But someone's is becoming a brat lately.Haha. She's a handful now. She thinks she's all that. Like Puh-lease. I got more boys following me with just one wink. It takes forever for her for someone to like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YAH LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;-gnusrawr!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm becoming girlier and girlier everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&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/2537092827459364231-621424751768248735?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/621424751768248735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/08/seniors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/621424751768248735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/621424751768248735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/08/seniors.html' title='SENIORS'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-7342571579606194526</id><published>2009-06-05T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:36:16.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER END; SCHOOL STARTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sij4lXJtSwI/AAAAAAAAACo/KD-N0JvGI4U/s1600-h/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sij4lXJtSwI/AAAAAAAAACo/KD-N0JvGI4U/s400/IMG_3012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343794278628674306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;LOOK! WE SO HAPPY HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Summer was a blast! I enrolled for Creative Drama! (like doh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable rocking chair moment of my whole APA life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUMMER 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;THIS WAS THE HOTTEST SUMMER EVER! SURE IT HAD A FLAW OR TWO, BUT MAN! IT SURE WAS SWELL! I MADE A LOT OF FRIENDS! LEARNED A THING OR TWO FROM SIR JAY ( YEAH, OUT OF 32HOURS OF LEARNING) HAHA, KIDDING! IT WAS AWESOME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WAS PRETTY AWKWARD. NO DOUBT, THAT'S PRETTY NORMAL OFCOURSE. NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED TO TALK TO EACH OTHER.(EXCEPT FOR THE ONES WHO ALREADY KNEW THEIR WAY AROUND) BUT AS THE WEEKS GREW SHORT OUR BOND BEGAN TO GROW. WE SOON LEARNED TO ACCEPT EACH OTHERS DIFFERENCES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS, IF Y'ALL READING THIS... I JUST WANNA SAY... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AKIN SYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;HAHA JOKE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;-GNUS &lt;3S  JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. NEW CRUSH SA APA! HAHA DF! WOOOOOOHHH! KAMURET PIN.Ü&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-7342571579606194526?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/7342571579606194526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-end-school-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/7342571579606194526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/7342571579606194526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-end-school-starts.html' title='SUMMER END; SCHOOL STARTS!'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sij4lXJtSwI/AAAAAAAAACo/KD-N0JvGI4U/s72-c/IMG_3012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-3192603889716723903</id><published>2009-03-14T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:25:13.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;This Guy&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;by Sleeping Beauty&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; There is this guy I thought I knew.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt a dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;With soft brown hair,&lt;br /&gt;And sparkling eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A caring stare,&lt;br /&gt;And taller than me - what a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk,&lt;br /&gt;In his eyes I could get lost,&lt;br /&gt;But there's also something in his walk,&lt;br /&gt;And his personality I'd take at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and alive;&lt;br /&gt;Though getting in touch is quite hectic.&lt;br /&gt;Why I keep going could never be described,&lt;br /&gt;Your loving arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your sweet kiss,&lt;br /&gt;So whole when I am with thee -&lt;br /&gt;Apart from you I can't help but miss,&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel different.&lt;br /&gt;I heard of another girl you haven't let go,&lt;br /&gt;And I sit here and lament.&lt;br /&gt;What is going on - could you please let me know?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to understand,&lt;br /&gt;You seem to like me so much,&lt;br /&gt;And now you've got me in the palm of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;In your grasp and free to touch.&lt;br /&gt;These past days I have hoped with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;That she is with you I prayed not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fond of such a part,&lt;br /&gt;But the reason I care is because I like you a lot. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-3192603889716723903?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/3192603889716723903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/3192603889716723903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/3192603889716723903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-1.html' title='Poem: #1'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-5312795764179832254</id><published>2009-03-14T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:09:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot kickers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was a long day today. I never felt so tired! I got up at 9am and did my chores 30 minutes later. I  rushed my lazy-ass cause sir jay told me rehearsals started at 12nn. So, when i got there. They we're all doing NOTHING! Nothing at all! What was a girl to do?! When we started it was like 2pm! 2hours of waiting much?! I asked him where you-know-who has gone to. He told me headed home to eat lunch... I thought "Nothing can get any worse than this" but no... fate meddled in! AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Embarrassing much?! While rehearsing for "And I am telling you" My so called prince charming came in and when it was my turn to sing i think i heard him chuckled... or was it joel? I dunno... But what i know is... IT WAS EMBARRASSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But that's not the ending... another sweet fare-well if I must say...*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sbu37TiEo3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/I8ZS9cRv8LM/s1600-h/1_382255370l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sbu37TiEo3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/I8ZS9cRv8LM/s320/1_382255370l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313042414896980850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sbu5bbLiCrI/AAAAAAAAACY/vUYCdc7aa2U/s1600-h/1_721722412l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sbu5bbLiCrI/AAAAAAAAACY/vUYCdc7aa2U/s320/1_721722412l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313044066217364146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As we rehearsed the ending part when we all turned back into humans. We 4, main characters, are supposed to go to the center stage and hug each other. To my surprised, sir jay paired me with KUYA MJ! I was like butter in room temprature! MELTING AND ALL! I was holding my hips so we didn't touch much... But we did side hugs and i got the chance to rest my head on his chest... Standing position that is.:) I like looking into his sparkling eyes... They make me feel alive and at home... I'm at ease when he's around. La-da-di-dad Happy! Prancing like a princess in a fairytale of my own... I wish he was always around... smiling all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He's so good in acting I wish i could be like him! I so envy him.. Well, BnB is coming and I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P.S. Be there and don't be late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-gnus65...&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/2537092827459364231-5312795764179832254?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/5312795764179832254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-kickers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/5312795764179832254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/5312795764179832254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-kickers.html' title='Hot kickers!'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sbu37TiEo3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/I8ZS9cRv8LM/s72-c/1_382255370l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-4015695208801687413</id><published>2009-03-09T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:35:59.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...cherry horse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SbUKeIplKXI/AAAAAAAAACI/pCn9ebOrHg4/s1600-h/private_1_46e4b86dfe43dc72f5c6939d0f109e41b0cdc021061a8c47739b3f6f3f6ea671l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SbUKeIplKXI/AAAAAAAAACI/pCn9ebOrHg4/s320/private_1_46e4b86dfe43dc72f5c6939d0f109e41b0cdc021061a8c47739b3f6f3f6ea671l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311162848387606898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Long time since i last posted. A week perhaps. I've been itching to post in this blog of mine... TOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My schedule is totally tight... Projects, Quizzes, Book Reports, PBA(Pastorals Bible Award), and Plays... I'm so totally tired. I didn't even feel the weekends. It felt it just passed by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, I bet your probably wondering what the title means... So it goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a typical Saturday class. I went to APA as usual to rehearse a play. After 2 hours of practice, the teacher called the main casts for a meeting. Ofcourse, he knows that i like him(his real name is MICHAEL JOHN MENDOZA, sweet..). They asked me if i brought the CDs, which i really forgot. So sir jay faced mj and told him to drop me at my house. I nearly BLUSHED! SIR JAY! WHAT THE HELL?! He said yes coz he didn't have any options to choose from... I WAITED TIL THE MEETING WAS OVER! and to my surprise sir jay told me to go home... i think he saw my confusion so he said that my mom was waiting for me outside... i was like... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!So i went to mom. When we were at V. Angela... I suddenly remembered my script was missing... I went back in and saw him coming down. When I raced back down, hoping to see him again, i saw him mounting back on his red motorcycle getting all electrified again. Wishing one day i could ride it with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, he said that he would fetch it at around 12 or 1pm... I was watching T.V. when mom told me my classmate from APA was waiting for the CDs... THERE?! At my HOUSE!... Luckily, I prepared it in due time and when i ran upstairs i stood infron of the drawer and could feel my heart raced... Didn't know why but hey... he was there. So okay...&lt;br /&gt;I went out to hand him the CDs... I couldn't believe he was THERE! STANDING OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE LOOKING ALL COOL AND HOT! *melts* I WANTED TO RAN AND THROW MY ARMS AROUND HIS NECK! *drama much?* SO DREAMY! So i stared at him for a couple of minutes... I wish he'd come here often... But it ended with a wave and a "GOODBYE KUYA MJ"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what i've been doing the past weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-gnus...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hope to experience more... especially in this play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2537092827459364231-4015695208801687413?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/4015695208801687413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/cherryhorse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/4015695208801687413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/4015695208801687413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/cherryhorse.html' title='...cherry horse?'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SbUKeIplKXI/AAAAAAAAACI/pCn9ebOrHg4/s72-c/private_1_46e4b86dfe43dc72f5c6939d0f109e41b0cdc021061a8c47739b3f6f3f6ea671l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-7933127209356016904</id><published>2009-03-03T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:52:01.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIFIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sa0V-cF5XbI/AAAAAAAAACA/h7qQgbdgKCY/s1600-h/c+xfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sa0V-cF5XbI/AAAAAAAAACA/h7qQgbdgKCY/s400/c+xfg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308923698176679346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WOW, I MESSAGED HIM! AND HE MESSAGED BACK! I SO LIKE HIM THIS MUCH *STRETCHES ARMS HORIZONTALLY* BUAHAHAHA! TOO BAD HIS FRIENDSTER IS DOWN!..TOT.. WAHAHAHA.. NO CHANCE TO FLOOD HIS COMMENT BOX!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-its ok..n.n atleast i gets to see him til' summer.. I'ma take piano lessons NEXT SY! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I DON'TS WANT TO!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-I'm MRS.POTS AND HE'S LUMIERRE! HOW COOL IS THAT? PREETY MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-GNUS!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. CAN'T WAIT FOR SAT!&lt;br /&gt;GO US!&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/2537092827459364231-7933127209356016904?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/7933127209356016904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/electrified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/7933127209356016904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/7933127209356016904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/electrified.html' title='ELECTRIFIED!'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/Sa0V-cF5XbI/AAAAAAAAACA/h7qQgbdgKCY/s72-c/c+xfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-8409488303922381820</id><published>2009-03-01T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T07:00:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HAPPILY EVER AFTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SaqduCxSe4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4DnbgBuxnsg/s1600-h/private_1_ecb1f9dc0a33079727e403ef2f35459662c6677dc56a2a33d9f6a6ed45515edcl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SaqduCxSe4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4DnbgBuxnsg/s320/private_1_ecb1f9dc0a33079727e403ef2f35459662c6677dc56a2a33d9f6a6ed45515edcl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228525152697218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A while ago... the whole drama team is gonna shoot a play for the recital... Guess what happened to me? I woke up thinking call time was 9am! When it was 8am! I was an hour late! *WHOAH* Talk about Being a diva... So i took a shower, got dressed hurried to where a tricycle was, got off, and ran to kuya Christian's car. Hot DRIVER and great ACTOR! I hopped on board and we drove on... but wait... MY COSTUME! I FORGOT!.. Not to worry, kuya MJ is here! I insisted we use the gate in L&amp;amp;S but he drove us to Villa Angela instead... I told him they wont let us in but he had something in mind. When we got there the guard halted us but MJ said "Chief, dito ako nakatira eh. Ibang Kotse lng gamit ko". The Gaurd half-believed him so he asked him," San ka ba nakatira?". Mj who is a quick-thinker said immediately,"sa balikbayan". And the fooled guard let us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was sitting on a chair peeling-off mango skin. He took a piece from the sink and waited for me to finish. When i was done i gave him the knife cause i know he was waiting for it. He sat on another chair that was on my left and began to peel his mango. I grabbed a slightly used bowl from the table and put salt in it. I offered him some. And we talked as we ate the fruit that we bared with us. Voila a light conversation with kuya MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The shooting was over and they decided to ask the students what they think about the Creative Drama team, the teacher, and etc... He interviewed me of course sitting there. In front of me, recording my every word, looking cute and all that. But let's not go there. That wasn't what i had to tell you. He interviewed Irish who was in front of me. He stood beside me and was shooting her. I think he got tired of standing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;or did he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(reminds me of James,LOL). My chair was big and had space in it. I was shocked when he sat beside me! Coincidence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I dunno.. I just get this tingling feeling whenever i see him. So he sat down. It was a very long time too... I should have rested my head on his shoulder! HAHA.. Nah, that would be freaky... So I just cherished the moment...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave... But i didn't ride with them. I had to go with sir jay because he was goin' back to APA. Although, I'm not sad... I am happy! But i don't think he sees me the way i see him. Its okay though, I like it that way. ~o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until then, especially you MJ.&lt;br /&gt;-gnus&lt;br /&gt;P.S. BLOGS ARE CHERISHED!&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/2537092827459364231-8409488303922381820?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/8409488303922381820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-happily-ever-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8409488303922381820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8409488303922381820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-happily-ever-after.html' title='MY HAPPILY EVER AFTER'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SaqduCxSe4I/AAAAAAAAABY/4DnbgBuxnsg/s72-c/private_1_ecb1f9dc0a33079727e403ef2f35459662c6677dc56a2a33d9f6a6ed45515edcl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-8834546530571758043</id><published>2009-02-28T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:42:15.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SaqjcehxK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/FJdKk8tWLs4/s1600-h/1_184301043l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SaqjcehxK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/FJdKk8tWLs4/s320/1_184301043l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308234820435913570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yes, that's right H.S. Night is over. I am so gonna miss the dances, the food, light conversations, dim lighted ball room, the boys, the awards. Did i already mention the boys...The night we're we all make ourselves the best that we can be...The night where we flash our pearly whites in front of a lot of cameras...The night where we danced our sorry asses til we drop... I will remember this event throughout my entire life. Carrying with me the precious moment that i had on the 27th of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I totally enjoyed it. I love it! But a part of me didn't. I felt cold, lonely, and hollowed. I wanted to cry my heart out! But no, I didn't face my problems with teary eyes of a smudged face... I did what i had to... I PARTIED ALL NIGHT thinking with a clear mind that everything's gonna be okay and that I'll make it through the evening with no one to ruin it. And it worked! I even had fun dancing with other boys in the sweet dances... I think i danced with 8 boys... Haha! That's a lot of boys huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys i danced with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nathanael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Collin(longest dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reuel(shortest dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wish came true, but not exactly what i had in mind... But it was fun. It sure beats sitting on a chair and watching others have the time of their life.Besides, 8 dances are better than one... i know kim agrees with that... hahaha. I wish i can turn back time so i didn't embarrassed someone on that night. I mean what the hell was wrong with me. WASTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time is really running short... Just a few months from now and he'll be flying back to SD. I guess its ok... as long as he's out of my hair... Gotta run ~o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-gnus&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ms. Gloria Macapagal and Mr. Barack Obama♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-8834546530571758043?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/8834546530571758043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/mission-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8834546530571758043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8834546530571758043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/mission-complete.html' title='Presidential Conference'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SaqjcehxK2I/AAAAAAAAABg/FJdKk8tWLs4/s72-c/1_184301043l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-6385816114479301786</id><published>2009-02-25T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:00:34.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.S. NYT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;H.S. NYT.. or should i say High School night is the most awaited event in the whole School Year. And finally its here! C'mon... I'm tired... But I'm pretty sure I'll be wide awake on Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today, we went out to where it is held. Lewis Grand Hotel. The place is ayt. Love the touch of white. It brings out the whole Luxurious side to it. The place is huge. Same goes to the staircase. But there is one thing I'd like to comment about... The Ball room or should I say FUNCTION HALL. Well, it ain't half bad... As long as there's a party, pretty sure I'll have a blast. Hope no one ruins my evening. I'ma wipe their sorry asses out if they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hell yeah! Probably,climbing down the staircase might be my most fave part... Yes, it turned out to be pretty awesome... Poor baby got teased about being a monkey. No worries, I'm so here. Screw her! LOL... Nothing's so gon' stop me now.. except for the fact that he's so ignoring me... I hate it when he does that... I'm so nice then he gon' ruin everything... I'ma kill him for that.. but no.. I can't.. way too obsessed... sort of... Nah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, I threw 2 coins from the balcony. One didn't make it to the water but the other did... I also gave him a coin. He threw it too... And it hit the water... I thought to myself if he ever thinks about me... I also thought if he wished for anything... But, he didn't reply... so i fished a coin out of my pocket and threw my first coin... He gave me instructions first  but it didn't work... so i scooched a little bit to the side and Voila! It hit the water... BTW, i wished of him... Hope it works.. But I'm not really gonna get my hopes up... Coz yah know... Can't say it... It hurts me badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, gots to go watch sponge bob... it's almost 6:30 and its a new episode... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Good Night!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Gnus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;P.S. I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-6385816114479301786?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/6385816114479301786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/hs-nyt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/6385816114479301786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/6385816114479301786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/hs-nyt.html' title='H.S. NYT'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-8179728735852997187</id><published>2009-02-21T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:36:18.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...another fairytale came to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last time i checked i was an evil witch who was supposed to kill the sweet innocent princess. Now, they changed the whole play and the script(which i worked hard on) and my role! I'm the PRINCESS now?!&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's not that bad... I'm just not used to being... perky. And prancing... geez, talk about girly.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon... I need a new dress for it too. Maybe i should use my prom dress? ..it is saturday. Nah, it's supposed to be white. EARLY WEDDING much? Kidding aside..(i learned that from bits).&lt;br /&gt;But now the F-U-N begins...&lt;br /&gt;So, there's this guy who i like back there in APA. He's tall, nice, has this amazing smile, and a super great actor. And he's like the PRINCE... That's right! you heard me well... But I'm most certainly shy around him. Cause he's like.. you know.. OLDER.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care though.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like that much. I just think he's cute. What I'm crazy for is you know who. LOL, C'mon I bet everybody does. He's got to be the prettiest boy in school! Plus i like my man, just like my chocolate... rich. Teehee, kidding, I'm not in for the money. Just the guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gots to go... I did what i had to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-gnus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;P.S. I dreamt about him.. and his dad..ugh &lt;/span&gt;&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/2537092827459364231-8179728735852997187?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/8179728735852997187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-fairytale-came-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8179728735852997187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8179728735852997187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-fairytale-came-to-be.html' title='...another fairytale came to be.'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-8090712098612156000</id><published>2009-02-20T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:58:57.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SON... OR FATHER?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Just finished editing this blog skin... When ena said tiring, she really do mean it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know how long it took me, all i know is I'm so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, after 21 days... While we were standing outside the church, i waved at Mr.Capili as a sign of respect (plus I'm a kiss-up so i did it anyway...silly me).He looked at me and told me to come over to where he was. Once I got there, he told me why i didn't come in the first place... Like duh, really really embarrassing, I told myself. Though, I told him i was shy and i told him that i really, really, really liked his son! Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; much?! Am i a whore or what?! Like, stupid me? He didn't take it seriously though. he just laughed like a wild hyena... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O.O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, he also reminded me that we only had a few more days before they leave for C.A.... I told him "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wag po kayo mag-alala, susunod rin naman po ako eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;". Again, he showed me his pearly whites like yesterday when i did "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;", he grabbed my hand again and asked me why is was rough... I answered him the smartest answer i could think "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;...hardworking po ako eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In Conclusion, I think he wants me for his son... that's just me. I'm not a mind-reader or fortune-teller. I'm just me, your average girl who follows her own instincts to survive in one heck of a Jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-gwel.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really am gonna follow him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-8090712098612156000?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/8090712098612156000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-or-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8090712098612156000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/8090712098612156000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-or-father.html' title='SON... OR FATHER?!'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537092827459364231.post-6792825227770770414</id><published>2009-02-19T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:47:27.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gwel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As you can see... I am new to this whole "BLOG" thing. Although, i did have one( back in the good ol  days) i never really quite managed to get the hang of it. I got my friend to help me do the skin... It was tiring! *faints*... If you haven't noticed, I am a Drama Queen myself *applause* Hooray! For telling the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe in a few days, I'll post some chapters of my upcoming novel I've been working on it just today... It's romance plus its fiction... So if you get the chance to drop by here, go and read it will entertain... I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, I'm off to work on it... The first chapter that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;till we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-gnus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;P.S. I'm insane! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2537092827459364231-6792825227770770414?l=cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/feeds/6792825227770770414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/6792825227770770414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2537092827459364231/posts/default/6792825227770770414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cali-aussiegirl65.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-hey.html' title='Hey Hey'/><author><name>GNUS~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00581461011268901728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2PFvXj7F7Lo/SZ4BJZmIk5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vAKUsyYi_sA/S220/1_401197865l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
