<?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-7036842732781500393</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:55:19.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams in the Dusk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1086824312693220445</id><published>2010-05-29T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:25:10.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/2685/buiin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenotebookdoodles.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_7GRJ8fCdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/yegFljazI4s/s320/3193370468_dd45544205_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476032194958789074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120th post. Bye Dreams in the Dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE MOVED &lt;a href="http://aesthetictrails.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&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/7036842732781500393-1086824312693220445?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1086824312693220445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1086824312693220445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1086824312693220445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1086824312693220445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_7GRJ8fCdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/yegFljazI4s/s72-c/3193370468_dd45544205_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3860481460688845563</id><published>2010-05-28T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:31:41.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams in the Dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6742/beernt.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not read any emotional post this time because this blog started with no basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog started on summer time two years ago after I had a disaster on the last three months of my sophomore year. It's funny that I'm also going to end this blog two years later on summer time after a disaster on the last three months of my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to say bye-bye after two years. I enjoyed blogging here and this blog brought me opportunities to know more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have followed me, thank you so much :)Thank you for bearing with my fangirling, depression and boredom. It’s time to move on to a new chapter which is college life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3860481460688845563?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3860481460688845563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3860481460688845563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3860481460688845563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3860481460688845563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams-in-dusk.html' title='Dreams in the Dusk'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7904728380461583175</id><published>2010-05-28T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:31:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Two Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/1969/sleep2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two years, I noticed a big change on the owner of this blog. At least, I can say that that owner matured so much over the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back at those two years, sometimes, I would feel creeped out thinking, "How can I post something like this?", sometimes nostalgic "Oh, I remember this :))" and sometimes idiotly amazed, "Whoa! I posted this? I actually knew something like this before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years filled with productivity. At the summer of 2008, I saw myself as an annoying kid who keeps on fangirling, telling something useless, and being random using a bad style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6yi3gLUdI/AAAAAAAABAg/7QsB9mxmqU8/s1600/New+Picture+(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6yi3gLUdI/AAAAAAAABAg/7QsB9mxmqU8/s400/New+Picture+(2).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010509013307858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more inclined to being a Narutard and being super informal. I use Nyaa/Gah with ~ all the time. I review WSJ like some retard and I blog useless things. The only normal thing I saw back then is how I posted reviews about some mangas. I saw myself as some annoying Narutard-fangirl-of-all-things person back then. I know that people go through this stage but the feeling becomes funny when you look at yourself and you feel the urge to shoot "that" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6yjCd3sgI/AAAAAAAABAo/8gBXfvwpfIg/s1600/New+Picture+(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6yjCd3sgI/AAAAAAAABAo/8gBXfvwpfIg/s400/New+Picture+(3).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476010511956423170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of my junior year, I was pretty much the same except that I don't post useless things and I stopped using ~ all the time. I still fangirl and I post my school life in a very VERY detailed manner and some of which, you won't even care to know about. I was a Cosplaytard during this time but it didn't annoy me that much compared to being a Narutard. I developed through being more formal(but still informal), stopping the use of ~, I fangirl with detailed evidences why I must and I rarely saw Nyaa or Gah with ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_61LjBRvzI/AAAAAAAABAw/t5Wl29g-5Bk/s1600/New+Picture+(4).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_61LjBRvzI/AAAAAAAABAw/t5Wl29g-5Bk/s400/New+Picture+(4).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476013406912888626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of 2009 marks the start of being me. I totally don't post useless posts, xD gave more life to my blog and I developed good ideas and techniques in blogging. I have no problems and the only difference between 2009 and now is that I talk too much during that time, but that's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_63MlUdA6I/AAAAAAAABA4/dV-HBWzrALE/s1600/New+Picture+(5).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_63MlUdA6I/AAAAAAAABA4/dV-HBWzrALE/s400/New+Picture+(5).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476015623733314466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my senior year, I was still the same at the beginning. I fangirl with a few words, I rant, I blog about topics I never thought I would and I post my life in details. However, during 2010, I stopped putting "my whole life" on the blog. My blog became more formal and filled with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those two years, I saw the difference and in fact, I was happy. It's like the evolution of Louise 8D I decided to keep this blog open even though I'll be moving. This blog amuses me and makes me look back and remember the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7904728380461583175?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7904728380461583175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7904728380461583175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7904728380461583175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7904728380461583175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-two-years.html' title='For Two Years'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6yi3gLUdI/AAAAAAAABAg/7QsB9mxmqU8/s72-c/New+Picture+(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-286225541577952446</id><published>2010-05-28T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:55:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/6126/rung.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from blogging, I enjoyed tweaking the layout too. Here are those site titles which helped me a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6-HHq0RkI/AAAAAAAABBI/lCH9rUu0Kns/s1600/New+Picture+(6).bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6-HHq0RkI/AAAAAAAABBI/lCH9rUu0Kns/s400/New+Picture+(6).bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476023226456098370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog won't have cute emoticons anymore. I loved those emoticons, they make me smile so much. RFA Mokku which is the source of my emoticons gave me lots of fun because the emoticons are really amazing 8DD So, let this post also serve as a dramatic exit for the emoticons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/8403/hello2c.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-286225541577952446?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/286225541577952446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=286225541577952446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/286225541577952446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/286225541577952446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/layout-staff.html' title='Layout Staff'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6-HHq0RkI/AAAAAAAABBI/lCH9rUu0Kns/s72-c/New+Picture+(6).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2644510917708746292</id><published>2010-05-28T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:10:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/9150/neruna.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class will start next week and in fact, I am not ready. It seemed like it was really REALLY forced to us that we have to end summer without being emotionally and mentally prepared. It was sad. I feel like I had so little time left to enjoy things and make use of my summer wisely. I'm not excited even though I met my blockmates already. The feeling is just "Reeeeally? I have classes next week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6lUMjo7fI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ngUFDFdFFVo/s1600/25717_1460774481583_1300078782_1279961_5318336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6lUMjo7fI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ngUFDFdFFVo/s320/25717_1460774481583_1300078782_1279961_5318336_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475995963315777010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not going to leave things behind after I stepped in the university. It's true that there would be less connection with my high school friends and I know that I will miss them so much.  My feelings won't change, I'm still Louise. I'm not going away that far and I don't think that I'll change so much that they will not recognize me anymore. Whatever connections I have today are important and I will carry those &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;treasures&lt;/span&gt; with me wherever I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a possibility that a high school friend is reading this, I'll just tell you that I'm more attached to my phone now. I'll do my best to reply and I want you to know that I'm just a text away :) Good luck to all of us in our lives :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2644510917708746292?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2644510917708746292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2644510917708746292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2644510917708746292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2644510917708746292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/college-preparation.html' title='College Preparation'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_6lUMjo7fI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ngUFDFdFFVo/s72-c/25717_1460774481583_1300078782_1279961_5318336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-4637857811024551940</id><published>2010-05-28T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:38:03.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Conclusion Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/8255/pcnemu.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_67sds050I/AAAAAAAABBA/PupApek29Ho/s1600/tumblr_l2rw79Pnoe1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_67sds050I/AAAAAAAABBA/PupApek29Ho/s320/tumblr_l2rw79Pnoe1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476020569490384706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahhappy.tumblr.com"&gt;fuckyeahhappy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is the worst summer' I said to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't think that way? This kind of weather will make you wish that you have the money to go to Alaska or have the power to change this climate. However, that isn’t the only reason why I said that months ago. This summer has a big significance. Before I stepped out from high school, I already knew that it’s another season for building up, to undergo emotional stress, recover, accept and make changes, and prepare for a new arc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all of you might have realized, my last three months in high school are three months of depression, stress and tears, not only because of work pressure but also because of the serious horrible issue I had in school which destroyed my reputation and…my soul.  My life in general was very vague during the start of summer. It was so vague and depressing that it made me suffer a slow torture. God was even a sadist during that time because two depressing arcs followed which put me in great annoyance and despair. The last month of summer approached and things became better. Even though not everything was clearly given solutions to, I'm still thankful that the big problems were given solutions to. My college problem, friends problem, relationship-closure problem were closed and there's still some more work needed for the issue problem. I've changed in a better way and I hope that this would be enough for me. Nonetheless, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've moved on&lt;/span&gt;. There's a college life opening for me and there are still people who believes in me after that tragic experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-4637857811024551940?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/4637857811024551940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=4637857811024551940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4637857811024551940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4637857811024551940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-conclusion-part-2.html' title='Summer Conclusion Part 2'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_67sds050I/AAAAAAAABBA/PupApek29Ho/s72-c/tumblr_l2rw79Pnoe1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3942657457305863926</id><published>2010-05-22T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:30:47.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Conclusion Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/8761/coffee2u.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. Fix my accounts&lt;/s&gt; [Tumblr, Twitter, Multiply, Livejournal, New Blogspot, Formspring, Facebook and Plurk account were updated -- all except for Mangabullet. Friendster and Deviantart account were deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. Survive enrollment&lt;/s&gt; [I'm enrolled in DLSU-Manila. I enrolled without any hindrances :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. Watch anime DVDs!&lt;/s&gt; [Gintama, Kimi ni Todoke, Pandora Hearts, Darker than Black, Atashinchi no Danshi, Shugo Chara, Shugo Chara Doki] &lt;-- I'm not satisfied, I have a feeling that I could have watched more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be active on IU, LJ, Multiply and MB. [No. I fail. I didn't participate in any IU events including the meet-up and I didn't visit my MB account. I didn't do anything major in LJ and Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. SLEEP&lt;/s&gt; [And to be honest...I don't like the idea. I don't get to do any sneak out because of some matters]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Restore skin health [Barely and its impossible on this kind of heat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7. Clean my room especially my closet&lt;/s&gt; [There would even be a follow up 3rd clean-up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do something about my writing career [...(- .-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Clean computer and all USBs from viruses [I managed to clean the USBs but for the complete clean-up, there's no technician available]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. Meditate. &lt;/s&gt; [I guess]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Shopping [Earlier, my mom gave me money TuT]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;12. Prepare for college&lt;/s&gt; I still don't know how cause I don't know what to expect. The only preparation I've done is the new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I forgot to include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;13. Read mangas&lt;/s&gt; [Kimi ni Todoke, The Tyrant Falls in Love, Dengeki Daisy] &lt;-- I'm not freaking satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*edited as of May 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3942657457305863926?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3942657457305863926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3942657457305863926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3942657457305863926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3942657457305863926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-conclusion-part-one.html' title='Summer Conclusion Part One'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-9073949615427519118</id><published>2010-05-16T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:25:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Summer Escapade for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/2063/gokuh.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from my physical examination last May 14, my dad told me to pack up because we'll leave for the province. I was expecting for us to leave the next day, not that I'm enthusiastic, but I didn't feel like going to a far place under a hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day didn't go well for me. I was irked by some person and I found it hard to move around the place we stayed in. It was all thanks to the social events happening near our place that I managed to sleep peacefully. We walked around the place for social events (drinking, bands and on the other place, there was a beauty contest) and I actually felt like jumping on a vacant table and hangout but I got no sister or cousins my age with me during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, however, was a lot of fun. I didn't expect myself to be a tourist in my province for one day. I thought that Tayabas, Quezon or Quezon province itself doesn't have any tourist spots but I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsusjhhyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/W5_DM3TCko4/s1600/DC100515083030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsusjhhyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/W5_DM3TCko4/s320/DC100515083030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472415309210158882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucban, Quezon, which is a nearby place in Tayabas, is holding Pahiyas Festival every year and Tayabas has the "Kamay ni Kristo" grotto. &lt;strong&gt;Pahiyas Festival&lt;/strong&gt; is a festival commemorating San Isidro and this festival marks the end of all festivals in the country. The colors of summer come alive again through the colorful house decorations in Lucban. Out of all the things I like in summer is the color. I only love light colorful things which fit in the season and which will not give me this "that-color-is-friggin-hot" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of tourists and I was really envious because everywhere I look at, they have DLSRs with them while I use my crappy music player to take pictures. [xD(camera) was with my sister in her Puerto Gallera escapade] Most of the streets were filled with houses with beautiful decorations and it's amazing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsvH6WhSI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Si0C25avPEM/s1600/DC100515082952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsvH6WhSI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Si0C25avPEM/s320/DC100515082952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472415316553663778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see those colorful leaf-shaped decorations? Those are edible :D They call it "Kiping", it tastes good. I was eating one while loitering around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_Hsvdg5FyI/AAAAAAAAA_4/SWRnv8ttygo/s1600/DC100515170054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_Hsvdg5FyI/AAAAAAAAA_4/SWRnv8ttygo/s320/DC100515170054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472415322352457506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back, there was a parade going on which involves farmers and the statue of San Isidro(San Isidro is the patron of farmers). As part of the tradition, people will throw goods such as suman and pineapple to the farmers. There was one house who gave away money and I really saw how they fought for it. There wasn't any bloody incidents but you will worry once you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsvydqChI/AAAAAAAABAA/V9xTDOSv0aA/s1600/28113_111383815570831_100000976404276_72093_6394377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsvydqChI/AAAAAAAABAA/V9xTDOSv0aA/s320/28113_111383815570831_100000976404276_72093_6394377_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472415327976032786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;With my cousins Aaron and Clarisse who is a fellow blogger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next destination is a resort. I found out something about food again. In Quezon, they eat pancit with vinegar. I tasted it and said, "It tastes like pancit and vinegar" My mom said that the vinegar is for appetizing but when I tasted it, I didn't notice any difference :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HswJ5jSLI/AAAAAAAABAI/Pdee2ysoJbM/s1600/28113_111385858903960_100000976404276_72113_8159324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HswJ5jSLI/AAAAAAAABAI/Pdee2ysoJbM/s320/28113_111385858903960_100000976404276_72113_8159324_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472415334267046066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day, we went to our last destination, "Palaisdaan" It's one of the well-known places to eat in Tayabas and I enjoyed the scenery. My relatives didn't like the service and I would agree with them, they need more improvement :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this summer's escapade, my mood for three days and two nights was cascading but I had fun even though I missed the third IU Meet. I'm looking forward to next year's Pahiyas Festival :D This marks the end of my major travels for summer. I'm going to pack up and finish everything before classes start :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-9073949615427519118?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/9073949615427519118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=9073949615427519118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/9073949615427519118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/9073949615427519118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-summer-escapade-for-2010.html' title='Last Summer Escapade for 2010'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S_HsusjhhyI/AAAAAAAAA_o/W5_DM3TCko4/s72-c/DC100515083030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2471762310912992362</id><published>2010-05-13T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:02:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Closing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/4328/cnh.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy lately and more problems came up during the weeks that I wasn't blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S-vWgI8X41I/AAAAAAAAA_g/AvAoneeVTmk/s1600/tumblr_kw62n2Uxbh1qaofzko1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S-vWgI8X41I/AAAAAAAAA_g/AvAoneeVTmk/s320/tumblr_kw62n2Uxbh1qaofzko1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an unusual experience 3-4 weeks ago when I was cursed by a &lt;i&gt;tikbalang&lt;/i&gt; and its owner. That was the only time I washed dishes for months and when I threw the water in a cemented place with no trees and anything you could associate as a "house", it happened. It was really really annoying. They gave me unending itchiness all over my body and big marks will appear over the places I'm scratching. Until now I'm still itching but the situation isn't as grave as before. Based from the perfect alignment of my fingers, I am "forgiven" already and I think they forgot that I'm still itching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days of supposedly "idle days", I was bitching non-stop of how my time was wasted over these creatures that are not supposed to be here on Earth at all. I understand the intellectual knowledge they possess. They aren't like us who can think as deep and vast but I wish they also think that way. If they do, they will realize that there's no point in doing what they're doing all the time with the humans. I hope you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They already have a world of their own, so what's the use of going here? It should have been obvious that humans can't see them yet they trespass our territory and curse the people living in that territory. There's no point at all, they only like protecting and strengthening their own egos at the wrong place, wrong time and with the wrong people. My plans were ruined because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Closing|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am closing this blog soon, my next blog is already prepared. I just need to have the proper closure for this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ending summer soon too since my classes will start on May 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2471762310912992362?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2471762310912992362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2471762310912992362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2471762310912992362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2471762310912992362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-closing.html' title='I&apos;m Closing'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S-vWgI8X41I/AAAAAAAAA_g/AvAoneeVTmk/s72-c/tumblr_kw62n2Uxbh1qaofzko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2893982202430359823</id><published>2010-05-09T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T13:03:29.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/4027/flowerl.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Crossposting from Tumblr*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S-ZB1qfAa1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/bfy09nh7pTU/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S-ZB1qfAa1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/bfy09nh7pTU/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469131187681258322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO MY AWESOME MOM! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you talk tralala sometimes, I still love you :D Thank you for raising me up and supporting me when I’m up or down or in-between 8D You are one hell of an awesome person and an awesome mom. Thank you! Happy Mother’s day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO YOUR MOM TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2893982202430359823?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2893982202430359823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2893982202430359823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2893982202430359823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2893982202430359823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S-ZB1qfAa1I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/bfy09nh7pTU/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7809086665209934213</id><published>2010-04-25T10:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:44:12.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img693.imageshack.us/img693/8935/hanetuki.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to apologize for the late posts recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things in mind this summer. Actually, my planner is full of to-do's for the remaining days of my summer BUT summer heat is getting me lazy. This unbearable heat is keeping me in front of my fan thinking of nothing but "IT'S SO HOOOOOOOOT". The moment I turn away from the fan, it feels like my skin's going to dehydrate immediately. Even after taking a bath, five seconds after wiping yourself, you haven't dressed yourself yet but you'll get sweaty immediately. The rotating brownouts keep me cursing indirectly to Meralco through the poor fan. Before, I'll feel sympathy for the fan if it's used for the whole day but now, I'll just pat it and say, "There's only two months, please don't give up on us" I was even traumatized last Friday when I went out at noon. The cricket's so annoying, it's so quiet, there's no presence of a moving wind at all, I'm parched, I'm sweating like hell and I even cried out to the sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9PgMOFHrfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/gyHOX6-apxw/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9PgMOFHrfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/gyHOX6-apxw/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463957273473166834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst summer temperature so far. You cannot even tell if you're crying from heat anguish or if you're just sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it's summer time. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a change of goals from the goals I posted in "Pre-ending" Please refer to my past posts is you want to take a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fix my accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. Watch all the movies I missed for my whole school year&lt;/s&gt;No time for this so instead...2. Survive enrollment&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch anime DVDs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. Update with the latest in the world (Anime, Drama, Music, Manga, ETC.)...I'll try my best&lt;/s&gt; It's still to update with whatever but specifically with manga and...4. Be active on IU, LJ, Multiply and MB.&lt;br /&gt;5. SLEEP &lt;br /&gt;6. Restore skin health (I'm wondering if it'll be effective when I'm sweating all the time)&lt;br /&gt;7. Clean my room especially my closet &lt;br /&gt;8. Do something about my writing career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;9.  Have more photoshoots&lt;/s&gt; How can I survive photoshoot during this weather? so instead...9. Clean computer and all USBs from viruses&lt;br /&gt;10. Meditate. (I'll try to do this through blog)&lt;br /&gt;11. Shopping (And hopefully, I'll have money)&lt;br /&gt;12. Prepare for college (I don't know HOW exactly but what comes to my mind is making the layout for my college blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my laziness on this heat, I still managed to do some small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9Pkq7nZoQI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Gk62SrVtbms/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9Pkq7nZoQI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Gk62SrVtbms/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463962199139131650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted my Friendster and Deviantart account and made an account in &lt;a href="http://www.solarhalfbreed.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/eanne03"&gt;Formspring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout's changed as well and I call it Doodles and Daydreams. I combined two base codes again and added my own customization. The banner is ugly because I made it, I call that doodle and laziness. By the way, the blue drawing is not a sea wave, it's a cloud. This is so embarrassing, I even have to explain my doodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my "accomplishments" will wait until the summer conclusion post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm coping up with the heat, my music player and camera USB did not survive. My music player, Cass, is still in coma and my camera USB's dead. I bought a card reader but my computer does not recognize it because of the viruses(not from the card). So, expect that I'll have posts with less or no pictures until the viruses are removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Summer everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Extra Tumblr Post|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://solarhalfbreed.tumblr.com/private/544844760/tumblr_l1d8t4jOBG1qbweww"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; if you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that Tumblr is more public that's why I was scared to post this there. Blogspot...is a more private place for me, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7809086665209934213?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7809086665209934213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7809086665209934213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7809086665209934213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7809086665209934213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-summer-time.html' title='It&apos;s Summer Time!'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9PgMOFHrfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/gyHOX6-apxw/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7375929840178985631</id><published>2010-04-14T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:31:03.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure 5: High School Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/6153/sotu.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduation I remember is when you are excited, you feel very emotional as memories of your experiences flash in your brain and you get more and more emotional when you start singing the graduation song and when you take pictures with your friends. This time, it was different. The mood was plain formal and none of those nostalgic sweet moments stated above came. I took pictures with everyone smiling like we're hanging out, I was nervous singing the graduation song because I'm distracted by the other people beside me who don't memorize the song, my memories are off and my happiness was held back because I know that there is something wrong with me graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always imagined my graduation in a more awesome way and I never thought that this day would actually come so fast that I didn't absorb the fact that..."Yes, I'm leaving Montessori" Even though the actual event isn't exactly as how I imagined it, I'm already satisfied wearing that toga and getting a fake diploma on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day started with a headache. I did not feel excited because the conclusion of this year marked my senior life as a failure. Our school head, who I fought with, did not even attend our graduation. It was sad, but when it comes to me, I'll try to have fun out of every situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OiPOwCizI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xOfVMvEaIqY/s1600/15693_372587316403_612076403_3750963_1535693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OiPOwCizI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xOfVMvEaIqY/s320/15693_372587316403_612076403_3750963_1535693_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463889155471870770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us are graduating. I'm happy that none of us was left behind and we are going to graduate together. There was this awkward atmosphere during our preparation and I realized that our school year did not end in a good way for the four of us. There's a fight left behind between the two members of our class and probably that adds to the awkward moments because all I know, the class must be at peace especially at the end since we won't be seeing each other that much on college anymore. Probably you're thinking, 'There are only four of them but they're still fighting?' Yes, we are no common class. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9Ojp5lpWAI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ku3waXkOqJk/s1600/15693_372587376403_612076403_3750974_3929591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9Ojp5lpWAI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ku3waXkOqJk/s320/15693_372587376403_612076403_3750974_3929591_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463890713159227394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask how the four of us managed to hold a graduation ceremony, we had the grade school graduates with us. The activity started with a mass (which was a last time for me to be a commentator) followed by the graduation rites. Our graduation ceremony is not the common activity with awards because our school doesn't have awards, valedictorians or whatnot instead we have speeches, experience speeches, parent speech, representative speech and more speeches. The only traditional is getting the diploma and singing the graduation song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I say, "All's well that ends well", I would like to introduce to you readers the people I've been mentioning in this blog for the whole time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OlLcTpRBI/AAAAAAAAA-g/VW39qLSzA1I/s1600/15693_372587571403_612076403_3751010_6842081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OlLcTpRBI/AAAAAAAAA-g/VW39qLSzA1I/s320/15693_372587571403_612076403_3751010_6842081_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463892388926276626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the assistant school head, Ms. Judith, member of the Holy Trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OlLtcw5xI/AAAAAAAAA-o/D_2_zaZKmzc/s1600/15693_372587541403_612076403_3751004_5125074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OlLtcw5xI/AAAAAAAAA-o/D_2_zaZKmzc/s320/15693_372587541403_612076403_3751004_5125074_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463892393527928594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tita Mila or Ms. Rosales, my cutest and most favorite teacher(aside from Mr. Alex)(P.S. Her subject is my favorite as well), member of the Holy Trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OlMVCEIXI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Vn_RRilItiY/s1600/15693_372587411403_612076403_3750980_2146547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OlMVCEIXI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Vn_RRilItiY/s320/15693_372587411403_612076403_3750980_2146547_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463892404153360754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers (From left: Mr. Jomar(Music), Ms. Queenie(not my teacher this year but she's one of the closest teacher I have this year), Ms. Joy(TLE), Ms. Rowena(Physics), Ms. Julie(Grammar), Ms. Cris(Math), Ms. Louie(Filipino;Adviser), Mr. Dave(CAT;Health), Ms. Cathy(P.E), Ms. Sherelle(A.P), Ms. Millie(Guidance Councilor), Ms. Edith(Computer; but she didn't become my teacher this year since we don't have computer anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends my high school life. No matter what happened to me on those five years, the memories will always stay with me. Even though everything is not solved at the end, there is nothing I can do about it anymore and I just have to move on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7375929840178985631?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7375929840178985631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7375929840178985631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7375929840178985631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7375929840178985631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/04/closure-5-high-school-graduation.html' title='Closure 5: High School Graduation'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S9OiPOwCizI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/xOfVMvEaIqY/s72-c/15693_372587316403_612076403_3750963_1535693_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6861308950804364736</id><published>2010-04-12T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:35:51.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure 4 : Uh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/5736/nouinn.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8VyDg_71vI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ipWOs4HAv6c/s1600/P3113625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8VyDg_71vI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ipWOs4HAv6c/s320/P3113625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459895527979865842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the morning...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|The Random Things|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In the morning, I sometimes walk from my house to the FX terminal with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;2. I confess that I greet everyone at school everyday without knowing their names&lt;br /&gt;3. I keep "illegal possessions" inside my locker XD&lt;br /&gt;4. I was isolated during the last quarter of my senior year. &lt;br /&gt;5. My favorite subject is Literature with Tita Mila even though my Literature grades pull down my other English grades&lt;br /&gt;6. I cant forget Ms. Alcantara's "Boom Microscope" It was sermon fail.&lt;br /&gt;7. The best time of the class would be the periods with no teacher, we talk about Pokemon before we talk about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'll choose to do a homework and I'll find out that it's not due the next day and in fact, the one that is due is the one I did not do&lt;br /&gt;9. I will fall asleep immediately after eating dinner and wake up by midnight&lt;br /&gt;10. Going back home, I hate it when the FX will stop during a traffic at a place where there are huge pictures of food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|The Learnings|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are people existing in this world who would point faults at you in order to save their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;2. There's an existence of brainwashers in this world. They attack you by saying things about you as if they know you more than you know yourself&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to what your FIRST instinct tells you. It's usually correct. &lt;br /&gt;4. Things come to pass. In line with this, remember that you are recognized by your wrong doings despite the many good deeds you have done. No matter how many achievements and sacrifices you have made, those will fall in the ruins and you have to start from scratch&lt;br /&gt;5. Tragedies are existing. I'm a very good example.&lt;br /&gt;6. Life is unfair. Unfair to the point that you get nothing and you are permanently left empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stupidity is not an excuse. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be careful on the words that go out from your mouth. Remember, the mouth is the gate to misfortune. &lt;br /&gt;9. Abide by the rules. Even though the rules are too strict, remember them well.&lt;br /&gt;10. Lastly, even though you keep on trying to keep your heart from getting broken all over again, you have to sacrifice it so you can live for tomorrow. Accept that people will always misunderstand you and accept that even though you are not the one at fault, you have to bow down your head, eat up your pride and apologize in order to end things even if it hurts you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-6861308950804364736?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/6861308950804364736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=6861308950804364736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6861308950804364736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6861308950804364736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/04/closure-4-uh.html' title='Closure 4 : Uh...'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8VyDg_71vI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ipWOs4HAv6c/s72-c/P3113625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6101279124176623575</id><published>2010-04-08T14:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:21:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure 3 : Bag Raid</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/6774/97122550.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQFw_zbqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AYWIbXd86HM/s1600/P4044152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQFw_zbqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AYWIbXd86HM/s320/P4044152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459224864541077154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montessorians are always remembered for the number of bags they carry everyday. Most of the students carry bags at a minimum of two and maximum of 6. However, I am not fond of carrying so many things with me so my brain does the job of lessening the things that could have been inside those bags. We do have a locker but that is not an answer to the amount of homeworks and  the absence of canteen in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQGv7fGII/AAAAAAAAA8w/b8j0meiJq84/s1600/P4044149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQGv7fGII/AAAAAAAAA8w/b8j0meiJq84/s320/P4044149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459224881434400898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notebook. Our required notebook  is the medium size one except for the math notebook which goes by a bigger size. The number of notebooks increase as time passes by. Our school is college preparatory that is why we have to take down our own notes and do plenty of written researches in our notebook. That applies if you are responsible enough in taking note everything and faithfully doing researches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQHIHoqrI/AAAAAAAAA84/-RPA7nzQ6HE/s1600/P4044154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQHIHoqrI/AAAAAAAAA84/-RPA7nzQ6HE/s320/P4044154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459224887927810738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L" Filing folder. This thing is the most disorganized. It is named "L" because I placed a huge L Lawliet sticker inside it when it was new, but now, the sticker fell off and L's gone missing. There are so many paper works in our school especially that I got involved in many things which required a number of more paper works. The contents of my folder are usually reports, handouts, scratch papers, more papers, letters, and anything that can be classified under papers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUts0yltI/AAAAAAAAA9g/QTx31rUyGTA/s1600/P4114211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUts0yltI/AAAAAAAAA9g/QTx31rUyGTA/s320/P4114211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461341010987751122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder Committee. The committee which involves more notebooks such as planner, steno notebook (for detailed assignments, projects , &lt;s&gt;doodles&lt;/s&gt; and meeting), mini steno notebook (for to-do's, to-buy, to-finish and do or die list)and notepads (for requirements and leaving notes and reminders to people) -- they exist to remind my lazy ass of what I have to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQHaOS5SI/AAAAAAAAA9A/F-GegCqSo30/s1600/P4064157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQHaOS5SI/AAAAAAAAA9A/F-GegCqSo30/s320/P4064157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459224892787582242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil case/Weapons Committee. I would like this pencil case to be recognized even though it gave out during the start of the fourth quarter. This pencil case had been with me for almost five years. (I WILL MISS CHUU T.T) Since it was the fourth quarter, I just grabbed any case where I can put my stuffs on. I used the Philippine Airlines case but it gave out after a week which left me "caseless"  for the rest of the quarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQH96v8XI/AAAAAAAAA9I/APsCM84yhzM/s1600/P4064156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQH96v8XI/AAAAAAAAA9I/APsCM84yhzM/s320/P4064156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459224902369276274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons. Complete. Pencils(I use mechanical pencil and I lost it at the beginning of the fourth quarter so I stick to using pencil), ballpens (Inky and non-inky: Dong-A and HBW 2000; black and red), eraser, ruler, stapler, pentel pen and liquid eraser. I'm not the type who borrows. My classmate and I considered our pencil cases as our life in school -- without it, we're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUuCbYCRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/yr8iTJ-Brs0/s1600/P4114207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUuCbYCRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/yr8iTJ-Brs0/s320/P4114207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461341016786733330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicines. I had them there for a whole year but they just stayed there, I didn't use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUuka_-CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/RuWwofsqzhA/s1600/P4114208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUuka_-CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/RuWwofsqzhA/s320/P4114208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461341025911961634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshment Committee. Powder, mirror and comb. I barely survive a day if I don't have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qVolWwBmI/AAAAAAAAA-I/baScKMkTWIk/s1600/P4114209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qVolWwBmI/AAAAAAAAA-I/baScKMkTWIk/s320/P4114209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461342022594987618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center pocket/Central Committee. I cannot survive a day without my wallet, coin purse and cellphone. I placed the most important at the most dangerous place and that reminds of one incident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, Louise was about to cross the road when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ! &lt;i&gt;How come my bag got lighter?&lt;/i&gt; *looks behind and sees a man beside holding something wrapped in a towel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise notices something and that is -- a strap of her coinpurse(which has money, cellphone and…national bookstore card) hanging from the towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; *grabs the thing from the ugly man* KUYA! GRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise walked off and lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUvmFduCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/iBHHAVXHU4U/s1600/P4114210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8qUvmFduCI/AAAAAAAAA-A/iBHHAVXHU4U/s320/P4114210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461341043538376738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my filing folder. I usually don't bring it with me. This folder has been with me for five years also. It contains more papers like 1/2, 1/4 lengthwise and crosswise, and 1/8 for quizzes. This holds the same title as the "life" in school -- without those papers, we're dead…especially during Literature class with Tita Mila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-6101279124176623575?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/6101279124176623575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=6101279124176623575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6101279124176623575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6101279124176623575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/04/closure-3-bag-raid.html' title='Closure 3 : Bag Raid'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S8MQFw_zbqI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AYWIbXd86HM/s72-c/P4044152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-5173156875821077692</id><published>2010-03-24T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:06:26.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Ending S.Y. 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/5738/giku.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-ending due to the fact that I will officially have my grand exit on March 25, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything good to say about how my hell week went through. Actually, there's no good news despite my nearing end in Montessori. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6kQ8-oOdPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pHYFEAE9XF0/s1600-h/P3163677-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6kQ8-oOdPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pHYFEAE9XF0/s320/P3163677-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451907463698609394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 18, 2010. The high school had our last assembly which is more well known as the Year End Report assembly. Both heads and treasures of classes and clubs will report on their activities, achievements and financial status. Since some powerpoints did not work and the reports were just boring, it's plain obvious that it's a venue where students, like the one above, can sleep without getting caught. In my case, my meticulous side in reporting is still existing so as a result, I had the longest report which run for almost 20 minutes. After the achievements and activities, I gave a speech which looked like a valedictory speech. Now, I have less regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel the excitement of ending the school year. I just can't imagine that I'll be graduating considering that I'll be graduating in vain. I can't believe that it will be my last time to be with the high school community, to report in front of them, to sing the Montessori March with them and to see them. That was for the emotional part but for the academic part -- I had to rush my term paper. I did not go home immediately, instead, I borrowed a friend's laptop and did the screwing up on my paper. My deadline was on the afternoon, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6kQ9aNaNyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/pvF3EMPAUY4/s1600-h/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6kQ9aNaNyI/AAAAAAAAA8g/pvF3EMPAUY4/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451907471102326562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 19, 2010. I submitted ALL the requirements I was missing. I had a photoshoot after but I can't believe that I haven't declared "IT'S SUMMER TIME!" yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realized why, there are still many things that I have to clean up before I officially declare something like "IT'S SUMMER TIME LIKE OMFG!" Summer means being on the days of bliss without you worrying about something trivial but your schedule for meet-ups, sleeping, eating and idle time.  I guess, I won't declare that yet. It won't be too soon but no, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here are still my goals for summer (not arranged in any order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fix my accounts&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch all the movies I missed for my whole school year (Minus Alice in Wonderland, I haven't watched any movies when I entered my senior year. P.S: If you want to join me, you can rent in my house ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch anime DVDs! &lt;br /&gt;4. Update with the latest in the world (Anime, Drama, Music, Manga, ETC.)&lt;br /&gt;5. SLEEP (For goddamn sake I will)&lt;br /&gt;6. Restore skin health (Don't 'wut' this)&lt;br /&gt;7. Clean my room especially my closet (The table I cleaned last December cannot be identified as a table anymore because all my things are all over it…and my closet, please don't ask for a specific situation of a pandemonium)&lt;br /&gt;8. Do something about my writing career&lt;br /&gt;9.  Have more photoshoots&lt;br /&gt;10. Meditate. I will need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. See you guys on my declaration of "IT'S SUMMER LIKE TOTALLY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-5173156875821077692?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/5173156875821077692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=5173156875821077692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5173156875821077692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5173156875821077692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/03/pre-ending-sy-2009-2010.html' title='Pre-Ending S.Y. 2009-2010'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6kQ8-oOdPI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pHYFEAE9XF0/s72-c/P3163677-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-5392053884952262528</id><published>2010-03-22T16:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:18:08.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure 2: Five Years of High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9292/zabu2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when I graduated from Elementary and chose to go to Maria Montessori Foundation. I never heard of the school and the only thing I knew was that it was a school inhabited by rich kids. I wasn't motivated to transfer until I passed, then suddenly found myself starting my fist day of high school in the school mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrificial ceremony started the moment I chose that school -- that is, I have to have five years in high school before I can go to college. I chose the school because the new environment intrigued me and I was admitted as a scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Montessori Foundation is a college preparatory school in Ayala Alabang, Muntinlupa City. It is remarkably known for its Montessori principles which are used in the school's system of education. According to the school, MMF is the first Montessori school in the Philippines which still abides by the Montessori teachings.  The tuition fee is very high and only a few students are enrolled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Montessori does not believe in having medals and awards. The principle states that work must be done willingly without the influence and expectation of awards. Include to this is the absence of rankings. This became a reason, because -- let's face it, people tend to be competitive and there will always be this desire to be recognized for the hard work you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is no fun. This explains why I didn't experience having a JS Prom and why I am not updated with dancy shimmering songs. Performing modern dances and songs are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grading system is low. A 78 grade in our school could be equivalent to 83 and above. It's rare for students to get straight 90s and this became one reason why a senior student has to double work in studying in order to get into a good university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A scene of students failing is a natural scene every year. Even though we are small in number, there are more Montessorians who are kicked out. Why? Because Montessori is not just a school that imparts the importance of studying but also surviving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. According to some students, the presence of the "Holy Trinity" is simply the reason why they had an urge to "escape". The Holy Trinity are the three oldest people who are the most powerful in school. They are the spirits of terror, they will make you experience unimaginable circumstances which will possibly not allow you to go back up again unless you leave school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cw1OWlCCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fHVHB7YSgXU/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cw1OWlCCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fHVHB7YSgXU/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451379564899272738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was culture shocked. I only said, "These people are different" Even if I wasn't able to settle the differences between me and my classmates, I was able to make friends. In order to survive the new environment, first of all, I have to adjust with my conventional language. Montessorians speak English and they hardly speak Filipino during conversations. It was rude of me to let them adjust to my Filipino language so I had to do a little job on improving my English. For the whole of grade seven, I adjusted to the new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cw1r6rxVI/AAAAAAAAA74/jk0wj5wV4jE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cw1r6rxVI/AAAAAAAAA74/jk0wj5wV4jE/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451379572835337554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freshman year was one of the peaceful years I had in high school wherein friends were the main priority and when there was an absence of school responsibilities. This was the year when I got interested in many things, particularly alternative rock music, guitar, dubbing and star gazing. The serenity of this year gave way for me to explore new things and discover things I will treasure forever. This spirit of making my dreams come true and the determination it carries with itself... was destroyed in my sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cyFKwbpQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/0znWRa40vTE/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cyFKwbpQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/0znWRa40vTE/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451380938323502338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sophomore year is the peak of adolescence according to Montessori's development stages. This year was the disastrous year.  My nightmares started when I was sent to the office of the head of the Holy Trinity. I got to experience what it was like to face the head of the Holy trinity. As I said, it was a nightmare, one would not like to meet a person who is intelligent, who gives bad hypotheses(which will always be a fact for her) to every actions you do and who does not listen to any of your explanations at all. I started getting involved with student affairs and it was my sacrificial debut for putting myself in the spotlight and therefore, shouldering more responsibilities and risking my life for opening more opportunities of traveling back and forth from the office of the school head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cxMVQk4CI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AS5NhjzC_AM/s1600-h/2402_1098077445088_1021191989_305630_4231305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cxMVQk4CI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AS5NhjzC_AM/s320/2402_1098077445088_1021191989_305630_4231305_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451379961890136098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior year will always be my favorite year. I was more involved in leadership without any harm from the Holy Trinity and at the same time, my academic performances were splendid. My year flowed placidly. I proved myself to the school according to the testimonial of the school head this year. I was not pressured and I believe that as long as you have a dependable and trusted adviser, you will be in the right set of mind to prioritize things without any more hindrances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cy1WUuchI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/T6z4WdUcSUE/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cy1WUuchI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/T6z4WdUcSUE/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451381766062240274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior year is the MOST  most disastrous year.  The teachers were changed, so basically, a little help would be gained by the students. There are many things to worry about and it just seems like the problems are pilling up. My experience this year with the Holy Trinity was more comprehensible than my experience when I was a sophomore. If immaturity put me in disaster in second year, WTF situations and misunderstandings brought me down this year. The situations this year showed that I'm not a super woman, I cannot get beyond those expectations they have planted on me during my junior year. However, as a result of being a defect, my hard work for my five years in Montessori was thrown out the window and I was robbed of everything. Injustice? Bad Luck? No, it's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this, I would give my statement to the five reasons I gave above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got used to it though I will admit, I am more competitive when there are awards. But this competition will logically not be applied to a class of four. I am satisfied knowing that once, twice or thrice, I got to be at the top of the class despite having a below average IQ(got the idea of IQ from someone). At least, once or twice, my double effort, sleepless nights and anemic days paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I experienced having a high school dance and it was no fun. I guess, even if there will be a JS Prom, it won't be fun. The songs are the ones bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. True. The grades put me in so many dangers. That was one of the reasons why the Holy Trinity pawned me this year  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cope up with the Montessori work. There are a LOT of requirements but I managed to pawn them. I don't know whether I can classify it as Spartan or Trojan education because Montessori education has both and more classifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The presence of the Holy Trinity IS essential for the system of Montessori to be kept in action. The current school head is like a reincarnation of the founder of the system. They're excellent people but what's wrong is their judgment and experiences in life -- I say, having your own family will greatly affect the way you view things, your understanding and your judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my question, did I regret my decision in transferring to Montessori?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. Even though I experienced five years of unending hell, I will not regret it. I thank the Holy Trinity for my second year because I obtained those eyes which were filled with determination. I gained a lot of skills, learning and life changing experiences which other schools will not provide. I will only regret trusting too many people who can actually betray me at the end and people who made me wrap around their finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something ironic which I will say, I will admit that I LOVE Montessori Alabang despite how I badmouth it and despite it giving me nothing but sorrow. I do love that school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-5392053884952262528?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/5392053884952262528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=5392053884952262528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5392053884952262528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5392053884952262528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/03/closure-2-five-years-of-high-school.html' title='Closure 2: Five Years of High School'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6cw1OWlCCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fHVHB7YSgXU/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2581460007025259974</id><published>2010-03-17T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:04:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure 1: A Day Before SY Ends | Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/8255/pcnemu.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6D578tf1NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7XDZFoScnvI/s1600-h/P3123644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6D578tf1NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7XDZFoScnvI/s320/P3123644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449630357422855378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day is tomorrow. My last day of reviewing was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are terrible and I should not be surprised by how terrible my scores will be. The hell week and hell week continuation/exams for this quarter and among my five years in Montessori is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first two days are the worst. I did not review AT ALL for those two days (I am not exaggerating) And guess what are the subjects for those two days? Physics and Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, here's a brief background of these hell weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Carl:&lt;/b&gt; Ano yung hell week? &lt;i&gt;What is hell week?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Seriously sir, you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Requirements week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Carl:&lt;/b&gt; grabe naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell week is a period of 5-7 days of working non-stop in order to submit requirements "on time". This week contains the aura of procrastination, depression and regret. This is a period when you'll ask, "What's the use of all these?" In Maria Montessori Foundation, this period is the DO OR DIE week because there's an existing policy that students cannot take the exams without getting their clearances signed -- and obviously, the signature requires the students to complete their requirements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the pandemonium does not end after getting the clearances cleared because the next period of 5 days will be allotted for exams hell week. Again, this week contains the aura of procrastination(for those who are still in need of signatures), depression and regret. This is again a period when you'll ask, "What's the use of all these? Will I need ALL of these in the future?" Due to the main hell week, you only have a chance to review for the subject the day before the exams -- for some, an hour or less before the exams -- and for some, a few scans a minute before the start of the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, exams contain all lessons from the previous quarters (i.e. During 2nd quarter, 1st quarter is included; 3rd - 1st to 3rd; 4th - 1st to 4th) The minimum number of pages of exam papers is 5 and it can extend up to 18 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ways of surviving:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd year:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drop my head on a basin of cold water to fight sleepiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd year:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drop my head on a basin of cold water &lt;br /&gt;2. Dance the Hare Hare Yukai or Realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4th year:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drop my head on a basin of cold water &lt;br /&gt;2. Dance the Hare Hare Yukai or Realize&lt;br /&gt;3. A pitcher of coffee&lt;br /&gt;4. Coffee cycle/Louise's coffee life &lt;--- maintain 24/7 coffee operation&lt;br /&gt;5. Rock music while reviewing &lt;br /&gt;6. Watch some Gintama episodes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evaluation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, I say that my timing is off. Sleepiness will get me before I can crawl towards the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I would fall asleep ANYWHERE or even fall on the floor before I get Cassandra(mp5) to play some music or Gintama videos for me. Number 1 and 2 are old techniques which do not work on me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would fall asleep and my only savior is my sister who can manage to deal with a very grumpy me once people will force me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week, I would like to thank the cat above for keeping me awake. Even though I got several scratches, I was able to keep my eyes open. My sister, the cat, coffee and music ganged up on me to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous years were much better so you can safely say that this year is the worst. The attack of Senioritis(disease of seniors; characterized by laziness to do anything; complacent) affected everything: time management, responsibilities and motivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't motivated to strive further because of my recent issue and the worsening condition of Senioritis. I would always be one of the first people who'll submit papers filled with random answers. I won't feel the pressure that there are exams the next day. I review for the sake of reviewing and keeping up with the schedule I followed for the previous years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had more instances of not sleeping this year, I didn't feel the fire of determination in me. Futile attempt is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams actually ended already and I'm just stuck with my report for the last day of school tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'll graduate next week. As I keep mentioning, this year is tragic, that's why I'm not eager to graduate that much anymore because I feel that there's some closure I must do, some action I must do to redeem myself so that I can leave the school and end high school in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tragic is existent and I have no choice but to comply with all these huge dog dog craps before and DURING graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2581460007025259974?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2581460007025259974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2581460007025259974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2581460007025259974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2581460007025259974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/03/closure-1-day-before-sy-ends-exams.html' title='Closure 1: A Day Before SY Ends | Exams'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S6D578tf1NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/7XDZFoScnvI/s72-c/P3123644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1720022705956803433</id><published>2010-03-13T20:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:09:00.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoblog: Last Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/2586/memom.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 20, 2010. I took pictures of my pictures posted on the boards to make fun of myself XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHIZarcRI/AAAAAAAAA64/JHWuOGR2KZI/s1600-h/P2203490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHIZarcRI/AAAAAAAAA64/JHWuOGR2KZI/s320/P2203490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448096752566235410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SHINING DRAGON SWORD! SHINING FACE! &lt;--- Tales of Vesperia parody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHHj5QfgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/xqbGbLON7Zk/s1600-h/P2203489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHHj5QfgI/AAAAAAAAA6w/xqbGbLON7Zk/s320/P2203489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448096738198978050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalayaan mula sa pag-aaral!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHHJjqMnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/mHMcFvM8wEk/s1600-h/P2203488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHHJjqMnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/mHMcFvM8wEk/s320/P2203488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448096731129066098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh from bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHHHu9bLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WeZDV9IaqAs/s1600-h/P2203487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHHHu9bLI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WeZDV9IaqAs/s320/P2203487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448096730639592626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When interrogating makes things more entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHGZfKMkI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/eI8SXF6hywM/s1600-h/P2203486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHGZfKMkI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/eI8SXF6hywM/s320/P2203486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448096718225289794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oho, pedophile mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uLXQjn4BI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/y3WtDxwnqjM/s1600-h/P2203494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uLXQjn4BI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/y3WtDxwnqjM/s320/P2203494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448101405932380178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uLW1sUlDI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_5OraPCKjLc/s1600-h/P2203492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uLW1sUlDI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_5OraPCKjLc/s320/P2203492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448101398721106994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kill you with my wonderful laces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uLWjBKxFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/jltpvZu2DCA/s1600-h/P2203491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uLWjBKxFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/jltpvZu2DCA/s320/P2203491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448101393708270674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And others for January to March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uM8mTESJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dEuoJwUnb-Y/s1600-h/P2183484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uM8mTESJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dEuoJwUnb-Y/s320/P2183484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448103146935306386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned 17 on the 17th. Obviously came back from school because I looked like a piece of trash in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uM8K_x4gI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/20tIAx_pChM/s1600-h/P2053361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uM8K_x4gI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/20tIAx_pChM/s320/P2053361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448103139606651394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am not for sale, my lamp is&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above are amounts of things you can make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-1720022705956803433?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1720022705956803433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1720022705956803433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1720022705956803433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1720022705956803433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/03/photoblog-last-open-house.html' title='Photoblog: Last Open House'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/S5uHIZarcRI/AAAAAAAAA64/JHWuOGR2KZI/s72-c/P2203490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2109607013483645865</id><published>2010-02-22T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:01:14.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/7271/42839576.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to eat your sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. I haven't been updated to anything related to blogspot except to the things related to twitter and plurk. I know that I don't reply so I am apologizing for being an ass for the last two months. Hopefully, I can catch up to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappeared to &lt;s&gt;search for myself&lt;/s&gt; turn my full attention to my life. My previous months were the worst of my life as of the moment. No, it's not just because there are many things to do but there are something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;worst&lt;/b&gt; doesn't end still and it will continue until I get to bring back a little of the "things" which were lost to me. Those "things", unfortunately, are not something which money can buy but those are things which identifies yourself as a human who has dignity and pride for oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those days, I realized some sad truths about life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is truly unfair. When you find yourself flattened against the ground, don't expect that the demise will stop there. Even though you are fighting against a dozen of problems, except that more terrible things will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you got problems like school work, a simple fight with a friend or any problem that has a lot of solutions, be proud. There are people in this world who are undergoing situations which you can't even imagine. These people have more problems they can't find solutions to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a point in life when all your sacrifices and achievements will be thrown out the window. The sentence explains itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things I can share for now. The other things I can share will be included on the closure posts of this blog -- closure for high school. I'm changing blog after summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...Imma still going to eat your sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://9gag.com/photo/15844_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 361px;" src="http://9gag.com/photo/15844_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2109607013483645865?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2109607013483645865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2109607013483645865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2109607013483645865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2109607013483645865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2010/02/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6610344241899593096</id><published>2009-12-31T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:32:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Random Things Before 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/8819/72402360.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours before &lt;s&gt;BOOM&lt;/s&gt; 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fixed my accessories!! I never fixed it before and I got to fix it already 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrB3LazQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Q2sMlK47vn8/s1600-h/PC283155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrB3LazQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Q2sMlK47vn8/s320/PC283155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421396099927297282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Threw away my collection of stickers (most are anime). I started collecting when I was in Grade 6 and I stopped after I graduated elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrCF8pUCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/qt2rbjfUwUQ/s1600-h/PC283156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrCF8pUCI/AAAAAAAAA5I/qt2rbjfUwUQ/s320/PC283156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421396103891865634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another thing from the past...I threw away my K-Zones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrCdxUBSI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W7NK9OMpaBw/s1600-h/PC283157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrCdxUBSI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/W7NK9OMpaBw/s320/PC283157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421396110286783778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shopping. I completed my own gifts 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrCoR9FII/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bwlI1781mOg/s1600-h/PC293175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrCoR9FII/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bwlI1781mOg/s320/PC293175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421396113108046978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hangout with Kriselle and Aina until night. I'll be making a separate post about this XD But, IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrDEv4FpI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RVVg49-noLg/s1600-h/PC293185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrDEv4FpI/AAAAAAAAA5g/RVVg49-noLg/s320/PC293185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421396120749741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hangout with my cousins(Father's side). Another separate post. I never went out with them before, I don't even know them, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyucXp2heI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Hei1osMx7pk/s1600-h/PC303224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyucXp2heI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Hei1osMx7pk/s320/PC303224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399853856359906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Changed my postersss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyuczGYpwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IHPBNQ4kGRU/s1600-h/PC313259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyuczGYpwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/IHPBNQ4kGRU/s320/PC313259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399861223794434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fixed another part of my room containing my notebooks starting from Grade 7, ohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Szyx1BC940I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9BaPVeJZ2bQ/s1600-h/PC313264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Szyx1BC940I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/9BaPVeJZ2bQ/s320/PC313264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421403575819297602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Threw away my pins (another collection from my younger days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyudWUr6HI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Cyika75-NeA/s1600-h/PC313265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyudWUr6HI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Cyika75-NeA/s320/PC313265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399870679017586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CLEANED MY STUDY TABLE!! This is the most disastrous place inside my room but look at it now *air air* OHOHOHO! *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Szyudm7BzFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pl68FlYCjNA/s1600-h/PC313267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Szyudm7BzFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/pl68FlYCjNA/s320/PC313267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399875134803026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Year 2010|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Whatever God does, He does it with Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never takes one thing away from you without giving you something better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2009&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for being part of my life, this year wouldn't be possible without YOU. A new year will come in a few hours and I wish everyone good luck. May friendship continue, may new blessings come, and may good relationships grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-6610344241899593096?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/6610344241899593096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=6610344241899593096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6610344241899593096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6610344241899593096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-random-things-before-2010.html' title='10 Random Things Before 2010'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzyrB3LazQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Q2sMlK47vn8/s72-c/PC283155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-556143287367261509</id><published>2009-12-25T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:34:22.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/1427/christmasgifs23.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the remaining days of my vacation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish achievements portfolio&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish requirements =.=&lt;br /&gt;3. Fix my room&lt;br /&gt;4. Have mock interviews&lt;br /&gt;5. Memorize a declamation piece(...uh, I need suggestions for a declamation piece so...help ^.^;)&lt;br /&gt;6. Shopping! XD&lt;br /&gt;7. Stock new DVDs (Since I won't have time to watch anymore, I'll just stock new DVDs that I can watch after graduation)&lt;br /&gt;8. Hang-out with friends&lt;br /&gt;9. Finish reading Iliad&lt;br /&gt;10. Type at least a chapter for my fanfictions T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-556143287367261509?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/556143287367261509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=556143287367261509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/556143287367261509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/556143287367261509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/12/vacation-plans.html' title='Vacation Plans'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7295677653415122639</id><published>2009-12-21T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:33:24.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days Before Christmas Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/9494/nicopan.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Christmas Presentation|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 18, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_AG4O3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/XNfYESM3tIw/s1600-h/PC182822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_AG4O3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/XNfYESM3tIw/s320/PC182822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797904808131442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another musical production but this time...it was ugly if I compare it to the "Song of Life" last year when we even rented Insular Life for the production. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the Christmas production this year is okay &lt;s&gt;because we were able to skip classes and those things, haha&lt;/s&gt;. There was only singing and our music director gave the hardest piece to the unconquerable tandem of the seniors and juniors. That was basically the reason why we didn't like the production, the piece was baroque and it was so hard to master. &lt;s&gt;It's like saying that if we are not the ones with the best performance then everything else will go down *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Family Reunion|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNwAvMrboI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/5B2mJwAITRM/s1600-h/PC202977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNwAvMrboI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/5B2mJwAITRM/s320/PC202977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797934628793986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our first time to organize a family reunion. Before, it would usually be us who will request for one but not in our area in Muntinlupa since more of our relatives live in Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_53ywMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/S4uEkylG8m4/s1600-h/PC202929+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_53ywMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/S4uEkylG8m4/s320/PC202929+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797920314114242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Insert KerKerness here&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not in a mood to socialize because I actually don't know them that much. So, I hang out with my cousin and we both went KerKer(Korean) We danced hilariously to some KerKer songs &lt;s&gt;and I'd rather not show the video&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_TpmybI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OWNIcpzlan0/s1600-h/PC202976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_TpmybI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OWNIcpzlan0/s320/PC202976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797910054062514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;I OWN THIS MIRROR...AND THE BREAD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, after I was dragged out because I was one of the "Bring Me" things, I started annoying people. There was a contest in the karaoke; whoever gets the highest score will take home the pot money. My cousins are professional singers and I'm just a wannabe songstress. After I sang, I scored higher than my cousins 8DD LOL. I won by a point, 96. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion, my sister, cousin and I didn't call it a day yet as we went to Festival for shopping. It's been a while since the three of us went out together. We were home late and it was funny since both my our mothers texted the same thing: "San na kau?" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Community SOP|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 21, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNwBAnGsOI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1--UW7uoHmw/s1600-h/PC213012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNwBAnGsOI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1--UW7uoHmw/s320/PC213012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418797939303035106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representation of the Christmas Presentation but this time with a different audience. We presented for the Bayanan Elementary students as our Christmas gift 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Last Day of Class|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 22, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things happened in school so I'll move on. Vacation officially started as soon as I stepped out of school and hang out with Miguel and Kriselle while waiting for Ayyah in Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzN1cDOwQGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/fRFUS1KV1uc/s1600-h/PC223058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzN1cDOwQGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/fRFUS1KV1uc/s320/PC223058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418803901420814434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hi dar Miguel!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective for today is to crash in my house. We surfed the net and watched hilarious videos. Ayyah went home and Kriselle stayed to sleepover 8DD I kept on falling asleep when we were watching *ehem* some *ehem* animus, oho! I had super fun! Thanks Kriselle...and Ayyah too! 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our(Kriselle and I) tradition continued: We bought new Gintama Gashapons. Let me introduce my new character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzN1cfesfzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oaU7YR_SM3o/s1600-h/PC243062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzN1cfesfzI/AAAAAAAAA4w/oaU7YR_SM3o/s320/PC243062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418803909003870002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Gin-chan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzN1dJkiZKI/AAAAAAAAA44/M5LsRVSAAKo/s1600-h/PC243065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzN1dJkiZKI/AAAAAAAAA44/M5LsRVSAAKo/s320/PC243065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418803920302662818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet Taka-chan! 8DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Gintama, I don't support the airing of the anime in the Philippines. Kriselle and I saw the commercial yesterday in ABS-CBN and we reacted almost the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more hours and it's Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to you and your loved ones XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the spirit of the season fill your heart and home with love, peace and happiness. Have a blessed and meaningful Christmas. Godbless you and your family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/blink&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/226/christmasgifs04.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7295677653415122639?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7295677653415122639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7295677653415122639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7295677653415122639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7295677653415122639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-days-before-christmas-vacation.html' title='Last Days Before Christmas Vacation'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SzNv_AG4O3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/XNfYESM3tIw/s72-c/PC182822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-4329448693103370730</id><published>2009-12-12T16:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:10:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img682.imageshack.us/img682/4815/64655670.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy being single but I do not disregard the fact of having a partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I bringing this up in the first place? I guess this is my answer for all the love issues thrown to me at different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had rejected all those who attempted and I never tried to establish a romantic relationship with anyone. To put it simply, I don't bother tying myself to a relationship. I have a stone heart I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since love interests occurred in my life, I started looking down on the creatures called men. I saw them as weak creatures. If you just smile at them or be at least kind to them, things will already go in a different direction. Those turn of events urged me to stay away from guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closest guy friends were victims and as the result, the friendship is screwed up and they leave me in silence. They did their best to convey their feelings...but what the hell's next? They will avoid me and not talk to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view towards relationship is different from the usual. They said it's because I watch too much anime. I won't deny that shoujo mangas could have possibly influenced me but my standards on men are not that high and many at first glance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed to meet someone like Uchiha Sasuke. In fact I met one, but there can be no possibility of love to spark between two cold-hearted persons. I dreamed to meet someone like Usui Takumi...his personality is simply inexplicable, and I haven't met someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather weird basing anime characters for the man that you'll like. I don't need that man to be like them at all. He can be ugly, he can be stupid because it's not actually those physical traits I'm looking for. I only need a man who is MATURED --- someone who can shut me up, someone who can change my view on the asshole men, someone I can look up to despite his imperfections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of love that occurred to me recently made me think back of my views of a certain feeling called love. I never felt intimate love but I know its importance. I am a witness of a lot of love stories. I feel the pain and tears when I read tragic SasuSaku fanfictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my life now and until the man comes, my heart will be open but for this recent issue, I officially put an end to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|...Of School|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better actually but not with my all-nighter rounds. A little refreshment that was the retreat is all you need when you're in the midst of depression and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SyoMTRVLhoI/AAAAAAAAA34/SOdlYz3-r0w/s1600-h/14740_202155948333_801543333_2960250_3981305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SyoMTRVLhoI/AAAAAAAAA34/SOdlYz3-r0w/s320/14740_202155948333_801543333_2960250_3981305_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416155027075729026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;...=A= Y@ea*h&gt;?? Me ish&amp; hagg#arded awre$ady =A=...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 12, 2009. School Bazaar or Intrams or whatever you want to call it. I was in daze after the activity. Our class sponsored two booths and I'm head of the activity. I was worried about the class since there are only four of us, but we managed...somehow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One activity down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school won't be over until the 22nd of December. I still got two more sponsored activities to turn down and there's a Christmas Production taking place in our school tomorrow. I just want to say that I miss everyone and I'm looking forward to an awesome meet-up especially that Bianca's coming to Manila 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-4329448693103370730?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/4329448693103370730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=4329448693103370730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4329448693103370730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4329448693103370730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-love.html' title='Of Love'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SyoMTRVLhoI/AAAAAAAAA34/SOdlYz3-r0w/s72-c/14740_202155948333_801543333_2960250_3981305_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3162847293238435115</id><published>2009-12-06T09:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:26:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/8376/rund.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Retreat|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lasts posts (if you'll notice) contain impatience, irritation or anger. I actually didn't notice those elements until the end of the retreat. It was only my sister who noticed it after we had a conversation the day before the retreat. I told her my reluctance to go to retreat since I doubt anything will change, I already held much anger to everyone in school than I should. She then replied, I only need to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused by her answer. What will it do to my feelings? I go to mass in school and yet, nothing changes. I know that I'm consequently skipping mass because I'm either asleep or at work during Sunday and I lost the rights to do those things on Saturday since I have classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of excuses but in whatever point you look at it, I still committed a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 27-28, 2009. Field of Faith, Calauan, Laguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVOQxnXtI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3GwsM_-I03U/s1600-h/PB272480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVOQxnXtI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3GwsM_-I03U/s320/PB272480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411942711981203154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From left: Me, Dani, Liz, Roni, and Sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seniors and juniors are together for the retreat and we absolutely have no problems with that. Out of all the classes, I'd rather have them. Ms. Rosales, the oldest and coolest Literature teacher in school came with us and actually rode on the seniors car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVOhmLTJI/AAAAAAAAA14/bFOTedHuhFY/s1600-h/PB272487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVOhmLTJI/AAAAAAAAA14/bFOTedHuhFY/s320/PB272487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411942716496628882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three hours travel from Alabang to Calauan, Laguna. It gave me a good opportunity to sleep and remember the times when I went to the provinces of Laguna. We arrived at the place and once again, nature was around us 8D The retreat house, Field of Faith, was located at the foot of Mt. Makiling. Coconut trees were around us, insects as well but the place was still very awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVPPp-VKI/AAAAAAAAA2A/K_8U5yrLtxY/s1600-h/PB272490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVPPp-VKI/AAAAAAAAA2A/K_8U5yrLtxY/s320/PB272490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411942728860587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooms are very cozy. It was funny since the others thought that our school would give them a crappy place and this is what Dani said, "This is probably the most expensive thing Montessori could have given us" LOL. We loved the rooms, the backyard door, there was aircon, everything and even the places outside the room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVPdimSHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gQX2fPp98kQ/s1600-h/PB272496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVPdimSHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/gQX2fPp98kQ/s320/PB272496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411942732587747442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVP2ZJjNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OEOuPfyXH3w/s1600-h/PB272504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVP2ZJjNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OEOuPfyXH3w/s320/PB272504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411942739259002066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in the area served as my experimental variables in photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs--kR97wI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Hjm6d4NdwTI/s1600-h/PB272505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs--kR97wI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Hjm6d4NdwTI/s320/PB272505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988621827632898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a swimming pool in front of our room 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs--_cOgdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-WkqpnKN2qU/s1600-h/PB272509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs--_cOgdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-WkqpnKN2qU/s320/PB272509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988629118419410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs-_XMr7XI/AAAAAAAAA2o/O4KlBF6YKaM/s1600-h/PB272516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs-_XMr7XI/AAAAAAAAA2o/O4KlBF6YKaM/s320/PB272516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988635495689586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs-_xe0ioI/AAAAAAAAA2w/zQmJK7UO-v4/s1600-h/PB272520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs-_xe0ioI/AAAAAAAAA2w/zQmJK7UO-v4/s320/PB272520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988642551073410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowerss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs_AAslY4I/AAAAAAAAA24/lNScgRey7PU/s1600-h/PB272526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxs_AAslY4I/AAAAAAAAA24/lNScgRey7PU/s320/PB272526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411988646635332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table inside the session hall. It was really nice.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The session started after we ate. By the way, the food was really good 8D Kuya Zandro was the name of the speaker. At first, he had a hard time speaking in English and I actually want to go up and tell him that we can understand Filipino. We ate lunch (we keep on eating no?) and had a siesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxtSwHtwhbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Xkzy2KhinR0/s1600-h/PB272552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxtSwHtwhbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Xkzy2KhinR0/s320/PB272552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412010363873953202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our siesta, we had another session and that's when we enjoyed the speaker's talk since he might have heard that we can speak and understand Filipino. The afternoon to night session is the most memorable and it is much more known as the Tears Time. The reflection failed me three times already since my first retreat when I was in Grade School but this time, it didn't. I won't elaborate much on what made me cry so much, all I can say is that the retreat really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we just kept roaming around the area. By 10 P.M. we were instructed to be back to our rooms. Dani started a Truth or Truth game and when it came to me, a girl talk started. It was because of this guy who happened to have a crush on me that they started telling me things but I'm not interested and I just watched them with amazement. But after that talk, my love life was once more in active (and blame the people who know about it and that guy also for going with the flow) until this week and I'm hoping that it will end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxte4NTyJ1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/LZmupbx1mjM/s1600-h/PB282588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxte4NTyJ1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/LZmupbx1mjM/s320/PB282588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412023696954107730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the session continued and at the last part, we were given a chance to give message to each other. I appreciated all the things said to me but I cannot promise that I can improve my socialization with the junior boys since I am not sure what to talk about with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxte4QigGsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/GFkqrUQm0P0/s1600-h/PB282597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxte4QigGsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/GFkqrUQm0P0/s320/PB282597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412023697821145794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going home, we went to Gatas Pinoy. I remembered that milk since my Dad used to buy their milk when I was a kid. And on the way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxte4i58AwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KqF4dPMWu4A/s1600-h/PB282602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sxte4i58AwI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KqF4dPMWu4A/s320/PB282602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412023702751281922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an accident on the road and I saw the people injured, I hope no one died. Our trip back took two hours and I was picked up by my dad. It was really nice, the experience and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing of the retreat was just right. I was in the midst of hanging up but because of the retreat I was refreshed and it really helped me to get back the relationship I have with my friends in school and also with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the usual week but the only thing different is that I can stay awake and not sleep on work, isn't that brilliant? 8DD There are four major things that I can share this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I found a new way to keep myself awake and you might as well try my method if you are a workaholic. It is effective to eat a spicy noodle when you are almost asleep. I have Tom Yum and it was really effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, my wishlist is up already. Forgive me if you found some stupid wishes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxuBD041AeI/AAAAAAAAA3o/J279vshZzS4/s1600-h/PC052738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxuBD041AeI/AAAAAAAAA3o/J279vshZzS4/s320/PC052738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412061279952372194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, speaking of wishlist, I bought new earphones and they're not just earphones but they are Vongola earphones 8D I was actually aiming for Tsuna's 27 earphones but I think it will really take a long time before his earphones can go back to the Philippines from the first time I saw it. The earphone I bought has the Vongola insignia in it and the foam's color is light blue 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxuBEAGrxjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SurbK7yJhgk/s1600-h/PC052621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxuBEAGrxjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SurbK7yJhgk/s320/PC052621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412061282963277362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Poem Reader(Me) and The Lost Girl(Christine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, depression of the week -- Literary presentation. I was very angry at Ms. R (but I still love her) the day before because she keeps on shouting at me when I think it wasn't necessary. The event was successful but I don't like mine cause I wasn't challenged by the thing assigned to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is another busy week and I hope that I'll be able to post a sparkling...post next week 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3162847293238435115?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3162847293238435115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3162847293238435115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3162847293238435115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3162847293238435115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/12/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxsVOQxnXtI/AAAAAAAAA1w/3GwsM_-I03U/s72-c/PB272480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3902659568184455763</id><published>2009-11-22T13:34:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:44:25.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Girls Week Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/8134/32112594.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supposedly posted last week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys and Girls Week which started last September never crossed my mind again after Ondoy temporarily stopped the activities for the said activity. That was until, the day before the resume of B&amp;G Week, when I was suddenly informed that I have somewhere to go to for the next days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at my teacher and sighed. There are big events coming up and my mind's deluded already from passing proposals, fixing the Outreach Program activity, preparation for Speech Choir plus catching up on the things I missed. Even if attending this B&amp;G Week will be an excuse for me to stay out of school, it isn't a good thing AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|First Day|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 18, 2009. I've got to see my district mates again but I didn't want to have conversations with anyone for some reasons. I was very distant to my classmates and to everyone this week because of a particular reason and probably, this distant side of mine continued even towards other people. I didn't mind it that much though, I'm categorized under the introvert side anyway 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIV1lWiTBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Oxl-8GQojjI/s1600/PB182353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIV1lWiTBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Oxl-8GQojjI/s320/PB182353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409410112729271314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agenda for the day is to experience being a true official in the city. I actually thought that it will be difficult because as far as I know, we have to make resolutions and laws by ourselves. But wrong, everything's scripted and we actually have nothing difficult to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIV1-lvLnI/AAAAAAAAA0I/60tjMYqXCTA/s1600/PB182354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIV1-lvLnI/AAAAAAAAA0I/60tjMYqXCTA/s320/PB182354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409410119503916658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not very understanding of the fun enveloping a certain clique, I was annoyed by the way they asked questions during point of discussions. It was very understandable that they wanted the session to be lively but it gets out of hand when they ask questions answerable by mere common sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Second day: Closing Ceremony|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 19, 2009. The awarding ceremony was held at the same event. We arrived early and so that means waiting for more hours before the event starts. And while waiting, our eardrums were almost pushed to its limits because we're in front of the huge speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIWymc4M5I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LNDq1NTrtgQ/s1600/PB192362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIWymc4M5I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LNDq1NTrtgQ/s320/PB192362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409411160996328338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The awards I got...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awarding started and I actually wasn't very bored &lt;s&gt;since I got all the awards, ohohoho *shot* &lt;/s&gt; I enjoyed the performances especially the singing performances from the champions of the singing contest. The folk dance that was presented was good &lt;s&gt;and I actually developed a crush on the main girl because she was so dazzling *SHOT* Just kidding XDD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIXbeWEXDI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KIxj0Gz-AOk/s1600/PB192368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIXbeWEXDI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KIxj0Gz-AOk/s320/PB192368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409411863194917938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Sian for winning 2nd place for the Essay Writing Contest XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Third day: Field Trip|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived early as usual. We were actually one of the first people who got there *air*While waiting, we had a small detour around the city hall and I found awesome gadgets I thought would exist only in different countries. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIcjpfyFbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/vB8VjqEiogs/s1600/PB202400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIcjpfyFbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/vB8VjqEiogs/s320/PB202400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409417501185545650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that needs the fingerprint for the employee to enter. It's my first time to see one, LOL. Our destination was La Mesa Dam Eco-Park. A bus was provided for the transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a field trip for almost five years, my last field trip was when I was in Grade Six. I felt nostalgic and I suddenly recalled the last field trip I had, LOL. I remembered stealing Kriselle's Chuckie 8DD I bought so many foods since my field trip mode was activated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was so long. I slept along the way and it's funny when I'll wake up because I will have no idea where we were, as in completely. I was still distant and I still didn't mind *shot* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIckEM-0SI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/MvOWTNnMX9o/s1600/PB202407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIckEM-0SI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/MvOWTNnMX9o/s320/PB202407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409417508354445602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the place. The place was full of nature and I enjoyed the scenery so much even if the tour hasn't started yet. I was so excited because I saw different places where people can have fun(i.e boating, slide for life, horse back riding, etc.) When the tour started, I saw more of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbXu2oraI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nYt5ZL6JIoU/s1600/PB202437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbXu2oraI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nYt5ZL6JIoU/s320/PB202437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409416196953517474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbXwhuJzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/3Jo5EIXgsYU/s1600/PB202432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbXwhuJzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/3Jo5EIXgsYU/s320/PB202432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409416197402666802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbYI6CJCI/AAAAAAAAA0w/S4CYEtI7TLI/s1600/PB202431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbYI6CJCI/AAAAAAAAA0w/S4CYEtI7TLI/s320/PB202431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409416203947090978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed by the scenery. You can smell nature and you can feel the fresh air plus the sun was shining radiantly, it was heaven 8D The thing is, I enjoyed it but the tour requires a lot of leg power, we have to go up and down the trail and climb 100+ stairs to reach the place where we can see the full view the La Mesa Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbY9RYhxI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dfJZhgWNrQk/s1600/PB202443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIbY9RYhxI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dfJZhgWNrQk/s320/PB202443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409416218003670802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back. I thought that we'll ride the...rides but it was out of the question. The districts had a game and I ditched the activity without second thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxId-1chz1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fLcdh_T3Eds/s1600/PB202449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxId-1chz1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fLcdh_T3Eds/s320/PB202449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409419067761217362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next destination was the grave of Ninoy and Cory. The trip back was also long but it was okay since I got to sleep peacefully. My camera was already dead by that time and I was saving the last of its energy for the last destination. I ended up not taking a good picture because those munchkin officials are in front making noise, they're actually not doing anything there *annoyed annoyed* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back immediately inside the bus and the organizers gave out a meal-- the meal that's supposedly given in the morning but wasn't. I did not eat it and I just gave it to street children I found on the way to Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister asked me to wait for her in Festival. She watched New Moon and while she was watching, I just walked around Festival and I even entertained myself inside National Bookstore with a game-ish thing I thought of, "Look for the cheapest eraser and sharpener". There are mountains of those things and I used up a lot of energy for that game, LOL. The cheapest eraser costs Php3.00 and the cheapest sharpener costs Php5.00. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, Boys and Girls Week has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|Social Outreach Program|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 21, 2009. This event disappointed me. The dude I talked to for the venue and for the children we were inviting, totally forgot the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIgH7TTq4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/_DbZo9_3RkQ/s1600/PB212454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIgH7TTq4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/_DbZo9_3RkQ/s320/PB212454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409421422975232898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for almost an hour for him to come. While waiting, I played with Cham and the Christmas tree inside the hall. My teachers are talking with this kid who will piss you off when you talk to him. My teachers are asking questions but the kid will just smile beautifully(as in seriously) and not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIgILUpwRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_IpZBcrA480/s1600/PB212458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIgILUpwRI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_IpZBcrA480/s320/PB212458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409421427275841810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude arrived but he didn't prepare so we ended up having six kids to play with. The program still continued but I wasn't very satisfied by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day did not end with that activity. Our class agreed to practice at Kelvin's house for the Speech Choir(We won 2nd place XD). I was home by 9 P.M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes my week of remorse and bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;|New Blog Layout|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking in the present time here. To start with, I never intended to change my previous "Love" layout until summer but since the original owner of the main base codes of the layout isn't active, I have to change it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the title. Opposite is probably the thing I can associate with this new layout. And if you think that there's a smart reason behind the theme, then you are wrong. It was all based on me and my swift decisions, you can share a part of the blame to Hijikata-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I combined two layouts and customized it. Finishing this would be impossible if Mr. Adobe wasn't with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no music. I was thinking whether I'll put one or not but since I'm having problems with my online file storage, I will have it under construction or I might choose not to put music at all. The other things getting fixed are the profile and wishlist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are wondering about the Japanese texts found at the bottom of every posts, those are my names. The one for my previous layout is in Hiragana saying "Rui" and my current one is in Katakana saying "Louie" 8DD I never mentioned anything about it before so...I thought that I could probably talk about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have said this at the beginning of this sub-topic, I refer to this layout as an Emergency layout. I mentioned that I never wanted to change my lay-out but I was forced to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything weird like the alignment(if it's in center or not), kindly tell me so I can have it constructed too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3902659568184455763?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3902659568184455763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3902659568184455763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3902659568184455763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3902659568184455763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/11/boys-and-girls-week-closing-time.html' title='Boys and Girls Week Closing Time'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SxIV1lWiTBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Oxl-8GQojjI/s72-c/PB182353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-4246982580535277294</id><published>2009-11-13T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:53:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Hell Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/7564/kaoscrazybunny05.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super late post. Second semester welcomed me with a not-so-tight schedule except for the fact that I have Saturday classes and meetings are still there. Last week was my exams, and this week was the I-am-sick and lazy week. Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1w4gtzPnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/VDOHGM5BBxM/s1600-h/PB032184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1w4gtzPnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/VDOHGM5BBxM/s320/PB032184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403599244071485042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Full moon shot from my window&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I barely had sleep during exams and yet, nothing helpful came out during exams. There were times when I had chosen not to sleep to study but it didn't help and it just aggravated the situation since my head hurt afterward. And due to all the stress + pressure = stressured I've injured for almost 6 months, I finally got signs of sickness. I never got sick since I was third year and I started to worry since...I think it wasn't fair. I do hell a lot of stressing things yet I never got a chance to get sick since that means being off school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the results of the exam, I don't know. All I know, my grade won't stay the same as last quarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1xsK8KTgI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LFGchAxaEuQ/s1600-h/PB082235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1xsK8KTgI/AAAAAAAAAzs/LFGchAxaEuQ/s320/PB082235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600131579334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to celebrate my freedom from exams, I hanged out with Kriselle last Saturday 8DD I haven't seen anyone for so long especially Kriselle so I'm glad XD As mentioned in Kriselle's entry, we started catching up and bitching on some things and we ended up concluding something about the "mysterious" actions of our brothers XDD We went to 2rats and splurged on 7 DVDs 8DD I bought Bleach: Fade to Black, Shugo Chara, Spirited Away and Sayonara Zetsubo-sensei. I got Nabari no Ou and the latest Gintama DVDs from Kriselle so for now, I'm overloaded with things to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Comic Ally. I went in first to see if the Ate was there and I noticed that she wasn't so I told Kriselle that it's safe XD But then, while we were looking at somethings, the Ate suddenly appeared and I was *0* terrified but I'm glad that things turned out well. Meaning, Kriselle is officially unafraid of the Comic Alley in Festival, Banzai! XDD We bought Gintama Gashapons, I got Okita and I agreed to swap it with Kriselle's Takasugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1xsTES0tI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3m6B1SEpewo/s1600-h/PB082234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1xsTES0tI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3m6B1SEpewo/s320/PB082234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600133760930514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Foodcourt for the photoshoot of Okita and Takasugi. To make up for my failure of being unable to focus on the figure, I experimented on my camera's super macroshot and I guess it turned out satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with us having to buy something for our moms XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much fun, thanks Kriselle XD Wah~ I can't wait to move in your dorm soon and hack your laptop 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Twitter|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a twitter account now. I opened this account to keep in touch with everyone. I still love Plurk so I'll be more active in raising my Karma than twittering. But let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/silverdusk07"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/7366/twitterlogoheaderp.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sleepy now -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-4246982580535277294?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/4246982580535277294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=4246982580535277294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4246982580535277294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4246982580535277294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/11/2nd-hell-week.html' title='2nd Hell Week'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sv1w4gtzPnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/VDOHGM5BBxM/s72-c/PB032184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3462985277597669613</id><published>2009-11-07T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:10:01.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/2264/halloweenpictures04.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING: IMAGE FILLED POST&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Halloween Party|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVJ1RRt7LI/AAAAAAAAAwU/oUBz7PNC35U/s1600-h/10330_1274329260569_1300078782_797179_8039653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVJ1RRt7LI/AAAAAAAAAwU/oUBz7PNC35U/s320/10330_1274329260569_1300078782_797179_8039653_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304507620388018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 2009 @ ATC and Dani's House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santi came Saturday morning. As a result of his visit, there was no electricity for the whole day so I took the chance to sleep peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVHyrXPwII/AAAAAAAAAwM/bPbTMa9TjjA/s1600-h/PA312691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVHyrXPwII/AAAAAAAAAwM/bPbTMa9TjjA/s320/PA312691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401302264060035202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's our road after the storm&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a dream that the party was canceled because there's still no electricity until my cellphone rang and Dani was on the other line asking if I'll need a ride...so I guess I was not really dreaming. I wore my modified Nobuta wo Produce costume(now with high-heeled high boots and black fit-ish blazer) as planned by me and Dani and went straight to ATC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVOjQo2-5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/M8TcfLoLoWQ/s1600-h/PA312693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVOjQo2-5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/M8TcfLoLoWQ/s320/PA312693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401309695769508754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised that there were people in costume, I actually saw a hot guy in bloody vampire costume 8DD I was surprised that the sophomores were also there in full costume but I don't mind having them around 8) They were just shooting in Timezone and I was very worried since I noticed that my eyes are literally turning red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVOeN1FqlI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DUB8p12KYV8/s1600-h/PA312696+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVOeN1FqlI/AAAAAAAAAwc/DUB8p12KYV8/s320/PA312696+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401309609116150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On the way to Dani's house&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVQaFz_03I/AAAAAAAAAws/DQnXdtTPDiw/s1600-h/PA312699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVQaFz_03I/AAAAAAAAAws/DQnXdtTPDiw/s320/PA312699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401311737267868530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Procession...dun dun dun&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no electricity in Dani's house so we had a procession going to her lola's house at the other street. I found the freshmen there and I was more glad cause there were more people and my old classmate, Ashley, also went 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVQ8CRiT1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/iZflfQUPkjw/s1600-h/PA312701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVQ8CRiT1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/iZflfQUPkjw/s320/PA312701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401312320433573714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate for a while and we did our own thing 8) I did my own thing by talking to Ashley about college and yaoi mangas. We are both waiting for graduation but we are super scared for the results. We started watching Scream but the lights went out and we have to wait for a while for the generator to work 8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we kill some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVTBXIQgiI/AAAAAAAAAw8/djHLalBriIU/s1600-h/PA312707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVTBXIQgiI/AAAAAAAAAw8/djHLalBriIU/s320/PA312707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401314610954404386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico ,horror-movie-liked, showed up in that get-up when we went out. Yes, LIKE THAT in the middle of the dark, with the mask and the knife D8 The rest of the time, we just fooled around doing out own thing again. The sophomores went somewhere, the juniors are REALLY FOOLING AROUND (either some will shoot cars or dogs outside, play with Nico or eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVUUbSeP0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/uToz6MdXI1M/s1600-h/PA312719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVUUbSeP0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/uToz6MdXI1M/s320/PA312719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401316038000131906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Carlos...I don't know what he's doing&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani suddenly started asking the guys for horror stories complete with the flashlight and I can't forget the random made up story of Carlos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: There was this guy who drove all night and fell asleep *pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Us:&lt;/b&gt; Then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Then he woke and realized that he's in Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ha-ha-ha, sooo scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Scream, and yeah...it could make you scream. The next movie was a super classic movie, as in it was filmed black and white, it was called The Psycho. I didn't get the story because I was distracted by the time D8 I wasn't able to finish it since I decided to go home and hitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first time in my life that I went home at 1 AM. So, for the record...woho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|All Souls Day|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 2009. Everlasting Peace Memorial Park, San Pedro, Laguna. -&gt; My second year of visiting my lola every November 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVqDy9uoJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/__kKN6i_Z4Q/s1600-h/PB012725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVqDy9uoJI/AAAAAAAAAzU/__kKN6i_Z4Q/s320/PB012725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401339941553610898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Hmm...What should I do scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgi48wjeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bnRuMNhcO3k/s1600-h/PB012736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgi48wjeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bnRuMNhcO3k/s320/PB012736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329480619822562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I decided to go on my first night party...unfortunately it was still day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgjBEhxrI/AAAAAAAAAxc/RLjNkEsUits/s1600-h/PB012738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgjBEhxrI/AAAAAAAAAxc/RLjNkEsUits/s320/PB012738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329482799892146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I sat down for a while and waited for my party mates (while promoting "Break Tobacco Marketing")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgjeZJTnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/oD5kLeTPOLs/s1600-h/PB012743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgjeZJTnI/AAAAAAAAAxk/oD5kLeTPOLs/s320/PB012743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329490670997106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found my first party mate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgjmY5KHI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6AeUwppHr-M/s1600-h/PB012749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVgjmY5KHI/AAAAAAAAAxs/6AeUwppHr-M/s320/PB012749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401329492817422450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another party mate...and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViSNlOF4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/rfozpW8WLo0/s1600-h/PB012801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViSNlOF4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/rfozpW8WLo0/s320/PB012801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401331393123719042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was night time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVxLgB652I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Al4BoOt8DyY/s1600-h/PB012806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVxLgB652I/AAAAAAAAAzc/Al4BoOt8DyY/s320/PB012806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401347770491266914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party time...8)But then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViSi3y_nI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Iz2nDQqUwLA/s1600-h/PB012776+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViSi3y_nI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Iz2nDQqUwLA/s320/PB012776+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401331398838779506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...There's a rumor that a gluttonous serial killer is around the place...I thought it was my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViS7iWWpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/d8e2Yxzo1kU/s1600-h/PB012777+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViS7iWWpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/d8e2Yxzo1kU/s320/PB012777+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401331405459708562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's just being an ass DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViTWrt9NI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Im77PtU5hdo/s1600-h/PB012772+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViTWrt9NI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Im77PtU5hdo/s320/PB012772+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401331412746761426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViTgimkKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RJ4i28o0Imc/s1600-h/PB012773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvViTgimkKI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RJ4i28o0Imc/s320/PB012773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401331415392882850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO 8P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjp4pvoOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/dOuefqqMzYY/s1600-h/PB012786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjp4pvoOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/dOuefqqMzYY/s320/PB012786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401332899334037730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjqDhkpJI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Dr0Y1Hn3ilg/s1600-h/PB012787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjqDhkpJI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Dr0Y1Hn3ilg/s320/PB012787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401332902252553362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no again...And so in order for negative things to be out from our place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjqWhCYuI/AAAAAAAAAys/WZJn3ImfAxA/s1600-h/PB012796+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjqWhCYuI/AAAAAAAAAys/WZJn3ImfAxA/s320/PB012796+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401332907350581986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a character transformation: "AMULET HARTO!" and killed the negativeness by saying "Negative Harto, OPEN!" (&lt;- Shugo Chara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjqsq9BEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/cCI8HdxAU48/s1600-h/PB012807+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjqsq9BEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/cCI8HdxAU48/s320/PB012807+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401332913297753154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that we are innocent, we formed a special force 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjq1vk1II/AAAAAAAAAy8/vDp3SI3eMw4/s1600-h/PB012819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVjq1vk1II/AAAAAAAAAy8/vDp3SI3eMw4/s320/PB012819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401332915733058690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the night deepens, the serial killer hasn't shown up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVlPXJWEQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/f8yhRD83AAA/s1600-h/PB012841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVlPXJWEQI/AAAAAAAAAzE/f8yhRD83AAA/s320/PB012841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401334642686431490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I asked for food and didn't receive a Yes...I fell unconscious &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVlPgLuCZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/0xPdsHWDZxY/s1600-h/PB012822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVlPgLuCZI/AAAAAAAAAzM/0xPdsHWDZxY/s320/PB012822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401334645112310162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and when I woke up...he was dead 0.0 So who can the serial killer be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That was a lame story, but the pictures above mainly told the things we did &lt;s&gt;and that is camwhoring&lt;/s&gt; It was brownout at night if you'll notice and I did not mind at all since we are safe inside our place XDD I was glad that there was Zage and Greenwich there, I would have died from thirst if there was no Zagu. So anyway, that concludes my Halloween this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cool 8DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3462985277597669613?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3462985277597669613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3462985277597669613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3462985277597669613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3462985277597669613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SvVJ1RRt7LI/AAAAAAAAAwU/oUBz7PNC35U/s72-c/10330_1274329260569_1300078782_797179_8039653_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7076458717796620012</id><published>2009-10-31T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:33:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it was all yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/1150/kaoscrazybunny10.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for last week. There are &lt;s&gt;scary&lt;/s&gt; reasons why I didn't blog it immediately and it has something that has to do again with school and time. Anyway, the title was from Coldplay's song, Yellow. There's no deep reason why I chose that, it's just that the song was stuck in my head last week. During CAT practices and during quizzes, I randomly sing that song, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|UN Global Forum|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 21, 2009. As I mentioned on my previous blogs, this is another brain racking activity especially for me. For this traditional activity, issues of the world will be brought up by different countries and the UN Council (Sec. Gen together with the other organs), they present their achievements for the previous year-- that was the set-up of the activity for the previous years. But this year, the council has to give an on-the-spot answer to the reports of different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusUZQWKlFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/L087-0O8t3A/s1600-h/PA212367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusUZQWKlFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/L087-0O8t3A/s320/PA212367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431002450891858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members of the Council were voted by the students. And therefore, we were the ones sitting on stage to hear the reports. This event is actually the only event in our school where everyone has to wear smart casual clothing. It was super nice to see all of us wearing OOC clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusUZubjerI/AAAAAAAAAvk/be-pFUp-tj8/s1600-h/PA212370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusUZubjerI/AAAAAAAAAvk/be-pFUp-tj8/s320/PA212370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431010526558898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as the Sec. Gen., gave the speeches for the event. Ironically, when it was deadline for speeches, I wrote a 5-paged speech only realizing after that I was just confused by the AP teacher (Remembering her makes me grit my teeth). She likes giving riddles at times when it was not appropriate, and who the **** likes that? She could have just said that I'm just suppose to write a FRIGGING OPENING SPEECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end, the council were given 2 minutes for solutions. And since I thought and planned beforehand and all I needed were the comments and suggestion of the council, the speech wasn't screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|UN: Festival of Songs and Dances|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 24, 2009. Saturday. I was expecting this day to be awesome, and yeah, it was awesome. Though our class' Entrance of Colors got kinda messed up because of the emcees of the event. The junior and senior class were assigned to the continent of America and therefore, we ended up as native American Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Susds9FUtpI/AAAAAAAAAv0/aowEIIli9tM/s1600-h/PA242469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Susds9FUtpI/AAAAAAAAAv0/aowEIIli9tM/s320/PA242469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441236482012818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Preparation. Me, Dani and Sian&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This activity is one of my favorites. We didn't have this activity last year and I'm glad that we have one this year. I liked how the costumes turned out especially for the girls. The colors of head dress of the girls are based on the elements assigned to each of us, (Info: There are two girls in our class and three in the junior class. So all in all, there are five of us) it's like Avatar 8DD *shot* Sian was Fire (haha, Zuko), Liz was water, Dani was Earth and I'm the air &lt;s&gt;bender&lt;/s&gt;, the Avatar 8DDD. The other one is Sun who is most likely part of the Reborn! world XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Susdta0XqaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_Ut89_aFtfk/s1600-h/PA242489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Susdta0XqaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_Ut89_aFtfk/s320/PA242489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441244463966626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our presentation was perfectly done and it kicked ass -- both our song and dance XDD We were not surprised that the audience's favorite was our presentation since during practices, we already heard those beautiful comments *there's too much air around, ohohoho!* We enjoyed it and there was no problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusdtQS_5pI/AAAAAAAAAwE/DoLmKKhk8cU/s1600-h/PA242520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusdtQS_5pI/AAAAAAAAAwE/DoLmKKhk8cU/s320/PA242520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441241639642770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations celebration this year was in full blast. I got headaches for the Global Forum but the songs and dances made me really happy. It was only this year when my classmates and the third years were serious about the activity. If both classes are combined, we really are invincible. That tandem is what I will miss when I graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/1258/halloweenpictures06.gif"&gt;ADVANCE HAPPY HALLOWEEN! &lt;img src="http://img692.imageshack.us/img692/3204/halloweenpictures09.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the UBE supposedly tomorrow with Lucille, here's the plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: SM Muntinlupa&lt;br /&gt;Time: Lunch time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucille won't be coming but Ayyah still pushed for this even without Lucille. Actually, I think there would be a probability that plans might change because there's a typhoon tomorrow. I would be late, as usual. But just to inform everyone, I want to see you guys! Be there *poke*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7076458717796620012?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7076458717796620012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7076458717796620012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7076458717796620012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7076458717796620012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-it-was-all-yellow.html' title='And it was all yellow'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SusUZQWKlFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/L087-0O8t3A/s72-c/PA212367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3102196233700818883</id><published>2009-10-23T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:29:02.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/4118/kaoscrazybunny03.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second post and continuation of previous blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|DLSU College Entrance Test|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 18, 2009. I took the afternoon schedule. Compared to my previous entries about UPCAT and ACET, this DLSUCET entry would be something different XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to commute by myself going to Manila, I know DLSU isn't that far compared to ADMU or UP but I was glad that I didn't end up wandering aimlessly on a street in Manila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTCIpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/bol1rfElx00/s1600-h/PA182349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTCIpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/bol1rfElx00/s320/PA182349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395748087185097586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited in front of the Alabang Medical Center (I needed to go there for a while before leaving) I rode the bus and I almost fell backwards, that could have happened if the old woman didn't pull my wrist D8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTa52xsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-FWtN_TmWAk/s1600-h/PA182352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTa52xsI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-FWtN_TmWAk/s320/PA182352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395748093833955010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Coastal Road 8)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't review for DLSUCET at all because a.) Same busy schedule b.) Body clock war and c.) It's either a/b or I'm just lazy to review. Anyway, while I'm traveling, I read up my Mythology book since I have a Literature class the next day. I was nervous after we passed by coastal road but thankfully, I arrived at Vito Cruz safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time I got in, well...yeah, I almost got lost because I was confused by the signs but it's wasn't a tragic I'm-lost moment, I managed to understand what the big L means. It was actually a waiting area. I continued reading my book as people just came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTuetuvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/h3khslizOE0/s1600-h/PA182353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTuetuvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/h3khslizOE0/s320/PA182353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395748099088825074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test and...it gave me a headache. I started getting dizzy at the 1/4 of the test. I don't know if I'll say that it's hard or okay because...just like all the other CETs I took, they're all the same. It happened that I was slow that day and my sleep deprivation revenge attacked that Time became my enemy but I managed to answer everything (and of course, I guessed some too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTzQgAYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/DQC3r69bNa8/s1600-h/PA182356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTzQgAYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/DQC3r69bNa8/s320/PA182356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395748100371382658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished by 6:30 P.M. I stayed at Starbucks and ordered a frap while waiting for my sister. And when she came, Kuya Marq(her boyfriend) was with her. He did a lot of card tricks and I was able to catch some of his "madaya" moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tita picked us up and I enjoyed the Manila ride. The lights are beautiful at night, haha. I passed by some stores selling Christmas lanterns, they were so sparkly sparkly (LOL. Lambo, haha.) and just like a rock hit my head, I realized that Christmas is so soon *shoot* I didn't keep track of time as my time was mostly occupied. Christmas is usually a holiday I'm looking forward too- the cold weather, new gifts and hangouts 8DDD I can't wait, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance Merry Christmas everyone :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3102196233700818883?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3102196233700818883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3102196233700818883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3102196233700818883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3102196233700818883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-week-part-2.html' title='Last Week Part 2'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SuGMTCIpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/bol1rfElx00/s72-c/PA182349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7813326069992746844</id><published>2009-10-21T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:21:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/4118/kaoscrazybunny03.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Note|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in a state of shrinking down to the river of Hades. Hell week was running for months consecutively without giving me a rest. I have no sembreak -.- That's why I feel very dreadful that I cannot go to Muken(Ayyah)'s birthday. [Muken, if you are reading I'm super GOMEN TT.TT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask what I've been doing lately, the events that will be included in this post and to my future posts are the reasons besides the undying trademark of the school about giving TONS of projects a week and MOUNTAINS of homework everyday. And how I cope with all the hills of horror? I can't barely cope up with it. I'm much more bombarded because of my special roles in activities. I am thankful because the teachers do understand my situation. My Filipino teacher even exempted me in class just to finish my speech T.T I'm indebted to teachers and my patience is tested these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post two separate entries about the things that happened last week. I didn't have much time to post it immediately, so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Sucat Relief Operation|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7kM6USepI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fHGuIVrPMSQ/s1600-h/PA132191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7kM6USepI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fHGuIVrPMSQ/s320/PA132191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395000314100349586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 13, 2009. Our group, TAG(Typhoon Assistance Group), together with the Grade School Student Council went to Sucat, Muntinlupa for a relief operation. This relief operation got me in trouble during the preparation (i.e. transportation D8) but I'm glad I survived. With the help of Miraculous Medal Parish, we were able to organize the operation. &lt;s&gt;And here's the evidence *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7kNEn642I/AAAAAAAAAuE/bTt53yVQu_M/s1600-h/PA132207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7kNEn642I/AAAAAAAAAuE/bTt53yVQu_M/s320/PA132207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395000316867044194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where we distributed was beside a slaughter house and Laguna de Bay. Pigs were crying after we finished D8 There was still a flooded area in the area and I even saw a tree with 70% of it submerged in water. We finished quite fast and the weather was friendly with us that day so there's almost no problem except that I was very tired and smelly when we finished XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oI3JlTdI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FDlDMo90ZXs/s1600-h/PA132228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oI3JlTdI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FDlDMo90ZXs/s320/PA132228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395004642577173970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|October 16, 2009|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very long day XD That day was the day the seminar, sponsored by my group, TAG, was held. We prepared for this and I'm glad that my members are very cooperative and obedient. I didn't get in trouble this time XD We sponsored the ONDOY seminar to bring awareness to the students about the grave destruction brought upon by the typhoon and gist of the activity is to have the students prepare an action plan. We covered the topic from the making of the typhoon to its destructions done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oJIFTj1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/RVd6FABcc1g/s1600-h/PA162261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oJIFTj1I/AAAAAAAAAuU/RVd6FABcc1g/s320/PA162261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395004647122636626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sung Joon, my groupmate, discussing the path of the typhoon 8)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was the challenging dialogues I gave out. I was the emcee for the event and that means I'm the center point of the proper mood to be given out. It was really fun giving them questions and challenges. Several days passed and I'm glad that we got positive feedback from the evaluation of teachers and each classes. Banzai to TAG! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Most people lost a lot, some everything. Some -- everyone they love. In the backdrop of this gloomy atmosphere, we need to help each other. We help not because we are prodded. We help not because we have to. Typhoons Ondoy and Pepeng may have left our country, but not our hearts. So now, our dear fellow students, the challenge is now before us. When do we begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Louise&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same day, right after the seminar, I run to the gym to practice our UN dance. I brought Cham xD(camera) with me but I was scared to take it out because it might get confiscated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oJcJuuyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Zlf3_wvmZ6M/s1600-h/PA162301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oJcJuuyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Zlf3_wvmZ6M/s320/PA162301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395004652509903650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we were going back to our place through the pool path thing. By the way, ever since the beginning of the school year, the third year and fourth year classes are combined in activities so we are like so close to each other ever since last year XD. We are like classmates and I'm glad that they're our kohais(juniors) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after the practice, I went straight to the relief packing. I brought Cham xD with me and we were still so enegetic by that time. I'm glad that the people I randomly asked to volunteer from the HS went and actually helped XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oJlsifeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CWA0Fhywqqw/s1600-h/PA162309+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7oJlsifeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/CWA0Fhywqqw/s320/PA162309+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395004655071821282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still holding more relief drives and yeah, I hope I can volunteer again. I like XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Hair|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7uXG7EryI/AAAAAAAAAus/njxAVCUCjmM/s1600-h/PA172332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7uXG7EryI/AAAAAAAAAus/njxAVCUCjmM/s320/PA172332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395011484399218466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got angered by my bangs during the seminar when I was emceeing and my bangs kept on going in front of my eyes. So, last Saturday, while waiting for my sister to finish her Farmville session, I decided to cut my bangs myself since I won't have a free time anymore to get it fixed by a professional. I had an experience of cutting my bangs because of curiosity when I was a kid and well...of course it turned out horrible, my full bangs formed a diagonal line. But I'm glad that I didn't get the same result (I think) even though my cut isn't very good, at least, it's presentable, haha. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7uXeC0FNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/C1yX8hZZ3sE/s1600-h/PA172344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7uXeC0FNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/C1yX8hZZ3sE/s320/PA172344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395011490605700306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that bad...right? 80&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7813326069992746844?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7813326069992746844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7813326069992746844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7813326069992746844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7813326069992746844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-week-part-1.html' title='Last Week Part 1'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/St7kM6USepI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fHGuIVrPMSQ/s72-c/PA132191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2957893675861639392</id><published>2009-10-11T11:10:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:21:13.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IR; UN; Bag; Happy Birthday Naruto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/1207/kaoscrazybunny16.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Before I start this post, let me just inform the people whom I'm sending my text quotes to, that I'm being an ass sometimes.  I do forget to edit the messages I send to you, they were sent to me by other people so when I'm lazy to edit, I just press send. But last Monday, I was paranoid when I reread a message I just sent to 8 people. It goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Babalik daw si ONDOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…para magsorry&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an inserted message within that text that went like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-&gt; ok lang? hehe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that that I may sound very defensive and in a situation of cleaning my name but…I don't want to be in a position where people will think badly of me because of a text message I absentmindedly sent. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a message you got from me from that past gave you some impression then let me explain some of those awkward insert notes you might have read before. If you ever read something about My Sunshine &lt;3,  that isn't me.  And if you also read before that I'm stuck somewhere and there's no bus, that isn't me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. A lesson is learned -- I shall edit my texts so something like this won't happen again. I'm saying sorry to the people who received the text message &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Investigative Research|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fifth year of being in the circle of people dying from brain dehydration and anemia. The thing that's worth celebrating is that this is my last year of doing investigative researches. I know that there will be thesis in college but I know that it won't be a requirement for freshmen (as far as I know) -- so, I will have a break from the five years of science investigative research I had in HS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole week at home due to Typhoon Ondoy, most of the time sleeping and surfing the net. And if guilt strikes, I'll TRY to do something school productive until Friday came and my good guilt made me work on my revisions. I worked and worked, and I found out that my methodology was full of, not just holes, but black holes that lead the path to FAILURE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before, in my own terror, I woke up realizing that my brain is doing researches by itself. You know what I mean? Once you wake up from a very tiring research session the next day, it's when  your brain gives you a picture of the scene you see in the monitor everytime you research. The pointer will move, the browser will change then you'll go to pages full of studies related to your research. It was very horrifying and I am not kidding when I say that the minute I opened my eyes, those are the things I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StFj5kuyJTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/52m_PAf1yzY/s1600-h/GrudgeKorea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StFj5kuyJTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/52m_PAf1yzY/s320/GrudgeKorea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391200069702788402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day, I watched The Grudge 5: The Girl in Black Korean version. It was full of suicide and it was that day in my life when I thought of suicide.  It sounds very tragic but…there were other personal reasons related to IR that affected my emotions. My day started as a horror scene followed by the horrifying suicide ideas formed in my mind…I was very unstable that day that it's scaring me. I know that suicide is bad but you cannot stop the thought when it enters especially when you just watched multiple suicide scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StF4xAZhioI/AAAAAAAAAt0/3mCFvdc6mWY/s1600-h/PA042186+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StF4xAZhioI/AAAAAAAAAt0/3mCFvdc6mWY/s320/PA042186+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391223012255173250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Photocopying...photocopying&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, an ironic twist happen. I thought that that day (Sunday), I would be more unstable but I ironically became very calm. I had a contact with a teacher and she made a comment, also, my aura was just different that day. I finished printing by 2 AM and the bad thing, I cannot sleep *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came, I felt the blues and the heavy-eyes- effect but…I was surprised by how I performed that day during the 11th presentation of IR from the past years. Honestly, I visualized myself the night before that I'll show a teary eye before the audience and judges because I'm expecting them to ask questions I never thought about, but I did a different thing. I was amazed by how calm and convicted I was that day. During presentation, I presented my chapters smoothly in a way that I was letting the words flow out like music. I averted my gaze while reading the background of my studies to look at my hands who aren't shaking nor cold. I was very surprised. And during the defense part, according to my own evaluation, I answered their questions like I'm going to kick a smidgen of ass. The things I mentioned are based on my own observations, I might be wrong but that's how I saw my presentation more or less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the emcee that day and I think that also helped since my tongue was already exercised before my turn (I was second XDD). I celebrated by myself since I promised myself a gift if IR would be successful. I was supposed to buy the Tsuna headset but it's out of stock so I just bought Moolate from Dairy Queen…which was a bad idea. My stomach hurt after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same day, the presidents/representatives of every class were called by the school head. She let us handle the relief operations of the school and I was glad since this is the activity I was looking forward too. I'm the Chairman of the presidents for this project this time *remembers that Parliament* We had a meeting for four straight hours about the Ondoy seminar and the relief operations I have in mind. I really want these to be a success, we were called only for this project but I think what's in store for us is that if we perform well, we might be promoted and she'll let us organize the bazaar on December. The Bazaar is another thing I'm looking forward to before I graduate, I'm hopeful. I liked the members of the team I have now…they're responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|United Nations|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StFsjDQEtHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6PS5vHePYAc/s1600-h/4_by_rinxue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StFsjDQEtHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6PS5vHePYAc/s320/4_by_rinxue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391209578363139186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. October 10, 2009. The school had a regular half-day schedule. Several days ago, the school had a democratic and surprise election to choose the representative of each level for the UN Convention. The result turned out democratic. Anyone from our class deserves it, the people from third year to grade seven deserved the position, specially the Grade 7 representative. I won in the election and was voted by the council as the Secretary-General. I missed the feeling of having a real election. People from the younger years kept on telling me that they never had a real election...the reason was because of the parliament and somehow, I blame myself for not carrying the burden left by the members of the parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day was the repacking of donations by the high school. I ran around the school to call and repack and after all that, I realized I lost my bag. It was stupid because I don't know where I put my bag due to the busy moment I had. My projects, Math notebook and wallet (with 700 pesos) are inside my bag T.T The bad thing, all the rooms were closed so I did not have a chance to thoroughly check every corners of the school. I did not find it and I said I'll just resume my search on Monday. But because of that, my mind right now feels like its floating somewhere up there especially that I have a Math long test on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all thanks to my adviser for lending me money so I can go home and I'm thankful that I had my cellphone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|10/10|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StF0eiL64II/AAAAAAAAAts/X8pcsZ8MMVY/s1600-h/Naruto_for_Starlightdevil_by_Hellmaster05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StF0eiL64II/AAAAAAAAAts/X8pcsZ8MMVY/s320/Naruto_for_Starlightdevil_by_Hellmaster05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391218296860893314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it was also Xanxus-sama's birthday? HABURDEI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worry over my lost bag was gone temporarily by the new ending and opening of KHR and Naruto Shippuuden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll focus on Naruto Shippuuden since their opening kicks ass. The opening is really the best so far in the whole Naruto series. The song Sign by Flow and the scenes are very awesome. I felt the sadness during the part when Naruto shed a tear upside down...and that's when I realized that Jiraiya's going to die soon in the anime T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manga is turning very crazy and I'm glad that the anime is still on the arcs I love. I can't wait for the Sasuke-Itachi fight and the revelations, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to wail again if I watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the super awesome Naruto Shippuuden opening I'm talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RVjgwJY8RA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7RVjgwJY8RA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="410" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2957893675861639392?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2957893675861639392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2957893675861639392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2957893675861639392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2957893675861639392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/10/ir-un-bag-happy-birthday-naruto.html' title='IR; UN; Bag; Happy Birthday Naruto!'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/StFj5kuyJTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/52m_PAf1yzY/s72-c/GrudgeKorea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3339251304411225973</id><published>2009-09-29T10:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:07:41.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Girls Week; PATTS; Ondoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/420/kaoscrazybunny11.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Boys and Girls Week: Oath Taking|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 22, 2009. The Oath Taking event was simply an event where the people who got high positions presented their platforms. And having that knowledge, I brought the assignments I haven't done to the venue so I can go back to school with ease and confidence. Fortunately, I finished my assignments during the event. I could care less if people will watch me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpwYHZ3QI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W87t2Mi2cUE/s1600-h/P9222023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpwYHZ3QI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W87t2Mi2cUE/s320/P9222023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386773277884144898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few people who managed to catch my attention and made me look up from my work. A junior little mayor from my village presented a very splendid speech. She's just a small girl but…I think, with the help of the adults around her, her speech has something in it, not just general platforms but she presented specific programs like KID: Kabataan Iwas Droga and some other else. She mentioned a lot, she amazed me even though all those programs of hers won't be possibly executed with only a month to hold the position. Mayor Aldrin even mentioned her on his speech because she was that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGw2K_iaGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TFG5IqpgfV8/s1600-h/P9222030+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGw2K_iaGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TFG5IqpgfV8/s320/P9222030+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386781074022099042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheered for Southernside Montessori School &lt;s&gt;cause I want them to kick the asses of the non-exclusive schools as revenge. LOL. Kidding&lt;/s&gt;, though I don't know them but I think we're in the same circle of schools along with Southridge *shot* Everything ended with a picture taking of all the districts. My teacher told us to ditch the group picture so we can have picture with the mayor on which we did have :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An accident happened that day, my teacher dropped Cham Cham [aka. xD (camera)] and the zoom was damaged. Honestly, I was a bit angry but I managed to hid my real expression to not aggravate the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And miraculously, after two days, Cham proved his loyalty to me by fixing itself  *0* I was surprised and I can't believe what happened. I remembered that I was on the van when I felt something move inside my bag, I thought that the ON button must have been opened suddenly and when I took it out, it was back on its perfect form *0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|PATTS Quiz Bee|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 25, 2009. Seriously, I'm starting to love all these events that requires us to be off campus. This time, three of us (Justin, Sian and I) were sent to PATTS Aeronautics College in Paranaque City for a quiz bee. I was assigned for the Physics quiz while Justin was for Math and Sian for General Information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpxveIuLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Zdb-0CEPsbA/s1600-h/P9252062+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpxveIuLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Zdb-0CEPsbA/s320/P9252062+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386773301333375154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the venue and what caught our attention was the students studying for the quiz bee. Curse our school for all you want but we didn't do any preparation for this. We were busy with a lot of things and I don't think we are intellectually enough to win XP Manila Science was there and Chiang Kai Chek University as well, both school specializes in Math and Science…so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGr4jyk0uI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Yvtyo4ZJeNc/s1600-h/P9252079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGr4jyk0uI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Yvtyo4ZJeNc/s320/P9252079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386775617480217314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did something very illegal and went to SM Sucat to kill time. Justin keeps on falling asleep and I was trying to enjoy as much so I can relax. I bought Microsoft Excel 2000 for dummies for my Dad. LOL. The day was tiring and I was glad that my dad went home the same time as I did so I get to ride with him. He asked me to go to CD-R King to buy him a USB and that's when I realized, I saved up quite a big amount of money that I can buy a new player probably on sembreak since I still need an amount of money to purchase it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Typhoon Ondoy|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not aware that there will be a typhoon, I just woke up last Saturday hearing the strong wind. I wasn't affected that much until the electricity was cut off. I was shrieking since my Investigative Project Defense would be on Monday so I just prayed for the suspension of classes on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpyDWozbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/KywOjOpU4ts/s1600-h/P9262119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpyDWozbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/KywOjOpU4ts/s320/P9262119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386773306670632370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;During the storm&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this typhoon gave a long break from school. These past months, I haven't slept normally and I usually do lessen the hours of my sleep since my body clock was screwed up. Last Saturday until now, I just slept the whole day and used the computer. And this break was really extended cause classes are suspended until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for that but I still am worried about the victims of the calamity. I was extremely surprised by what happened to Metro Manila, I never thought that those floods will happen on areas I didn't expect to be flooded. Let's just pray that they will find hope in the midst of the crisis they're facing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpyhRf7CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/75tCBbByLNg/s1600-h/P9272128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpyhRf7CI/AAAAAAAAAtE/75tCBbByLNg/s320/P9272128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386773314702142498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My place is located on a high area, so if my area will be flooded, that means Manila was already consumed by flood. Fortunately, my house wasn't destroyed, it was just my backyard that was destroyed. The Papaya tree was uprooted and some plants were destroyed; so much for my family to remember this typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Leadership Seminar|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 24, 2009. I won't say something about the seminar in depth because it's the typical seminar. This seminar isn't exactly boring, I had a lot of fun and this seminar somehow tightened the bond of the HS. My group won 2nd place in the activity and I'm glad I didn't do much leading. I'm more of a leader who only directs my members what to do and ALL of us will do the planning without me deciding on things. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to share this inspiring video presented to us during the seminar. YOU WILL LOLZ AT THE END 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BI2A2_d8CNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BI2A2_d8CNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3339251304411225973?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3339251304411225973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3339251304411225973' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3339251304411225973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3339251304411225973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/09/boys-and-girls-week-patts-ondoy.html' title='Boys and Girls Week; PATTS; Ondoy'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SsGpwYHZ3QI/AAAAAAAAAsk/W87t2Mi2cUE/s72-c/P9222023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3124735159619361994</id><published>2009-09-17T19:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:58:14.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;G Week ; ACET; Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/8597/kaoscrazybunny17.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Boys and Girls Week: Youth Convention|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 17, 2009 @ Muntinlupa City Hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a conflict in my schedule. The juniors and seniors are supposed to go to Mall of Asia for this College Fair but unfortunately, the Youth Convention was also scheduled on the afternoon. If I was asked, I would rather go to MOA than the Youth Convention knowing that it's the first and probably last time that I'll be in a trip together with the juniors and seniors &lt;s&gt;minus Oscar; he was not allowed to come *shot*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when I came to the venue because all of the representatives were already acquainting themselves with everyone, and everyone of them were determined to get a good position. I didn't have intention to get anything if you ask, I'm already tired for more things. I was...very taken aback by the representatives, it feels like going back to the time when I wasn't in Montessori yet. The people there were presidents of everything and the firsts of everything, they are the competitive and monstrous people I haven't seen for a while. The people there were so &lt;b&gt;determined&lt;/b&gt;  that they can shut you up and make your thoughts blank. It's actually hard to trust people who do everything for the glory...it's scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdSACYbduI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oI0URAjabps/s1600-h/P9171993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdSACYbduI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oI0URAjabps/s320/P9171993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383862040137529058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the little Councilor for the 2nd district of Muntinlupa. I didn't enjoy it as how I expected. More than an enjoyable experience, it became a learning experience for me. And these learning, I would like everyone to actually know it and give their opinions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I should always wear my glasses wherever I go. I could have said my speech much better in the midst of the coldness in the room and my nervousness if my glasses were present. There were unnecessary pauses because my eyes cannot see the copy of my speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. From this number onwards, the teacher with us gave me the clarity of the situation that took place. First, the barricade formed when you mention that you came from an exclusive school. Honestly, the Southridge representatives were the obvious people who can get the highest positions. The one spoke like a REAL politician, the other one spoke with conviction and articulation. But they didn't get the positions they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, as mentioned by the teacher with us, it is a natural mentality among Filipinos to not root for the people who came from exclusive schools like my school and Southridge. I don't know if it’s true because I don't understand the perception of people who are not enrolled in an exclusive school.  Even though those people are the most capable,  people would not support them to the fullest.  It's something like, those people are already rich, they almost have everything, so they're out of the game --something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The concept of smart voting…is actually dead. I'm not being boastful or anything but this is just an honest opinion. Most of the people who got the higher positions were voted because of their personality and not because of the speech they delivered. I can clearly relate this with what happened to me regarding the Parliament when the position and my pride were denuded. I mean, AGAIN not be boastful or anything, but the speech that most of the higher people delivered were insipid. It was the personality they based upon which is an idiotic way a voter could have done it. I understand now why the smart and deserving people don't get any position in the public government, it's the people at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The language difference. It's a new learning from me that English and Filipino would really do something in a man's behavior. I didn't notice it until I was informed of this matter. We were looked like we are aliens simply because English is the language we have in our school and not Filipino. I know that there's only a tiny percent of schools that speak English everyday but I didn't know that using English for speaking in front of them will make them NOT listen. It was very trivial since I never heard of this matter before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my teacher explained to me this, I finally found out why that Southridge student, whose language is English, did his best to speak in Filipino in some parts of his speech even though he has an accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had vouches and it's really the Southridge people who are very deserving of the position. I didn't vouch for myself…until now since my speech was one of the worst speeches I ever delivered. Thanks to me who then and only THEN had accepted the fact that glasses are necessary wherever I go. &lt;s&gt;Okay I suddenly felt a De ja vu&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Ateneo College Entrance Test|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 20, 2009. I was scheduled on the afternoon which was suckish since I'm always not in the best condition during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to commute to a place far away cause usually, my Dad will drop me off. Then I realized that commuting to ADMU or UP was very tiring…but I had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Srdaec_Ei7I/AAAAAAAAAsM/Dz-MYlN0YsE/s1600-h/P9202021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Srdaec_Ei7I/AAAAAAAAAsM/Dz-MYlN0YsE/s320/P9202021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383871358768024498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall my past very much but I guess it was my first time to ride the LRT. It was also the first time I heard of ticket vending machine +.+ The LRT is much better, the place is wider and for my first ride, I lolzed when I saw a TV5 ad across me (refer to picture above). Rick and Ysabel were included in the picture LOL . It's nice to say that I and my mom didn’t get lost, both of us don't know the way to ADMU so we relied on several bodyguards along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at ADMU and saw a lot of people and some of them are not just "people" some are creatures of light; I'm referring to both genders, gah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdafDgw_uI/AAAAAAAAAsU/L1T8fRV6MnU/s1600-h/P9202022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdafDgw_uI/AAAAAAAAAsU/L1T8fRV6MnU/s320/P9202022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383871369109896930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture of the trees with blue lights taken while I was walking. I don't know why I didn't stop, so TADA!--blurred picture!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was more humane compared to UP. I can't say that the ACET didn't have a zombifying attribute, the second part of the test which included Abstract Reasoning and Numerical Ability were monsters. Time pressure was the biggest problem on that test. For the first two parts, I wasn't surprised by the 5 minute time they gave us to answer 25 questions, the Ateneo Junior Summer Seminar exam last year made me experience it. The Abstract Reasoning…I hate it, sometimes I can't even see a pattern forming on the given items. The Reading Comprehension…I relied on my instinct, my brain's getting hazy by that time and the time is not giving me chances to read the givens thoroughly. The Numerical Ability…is my fault. I didn't review so I only got to answer some questions. I could have answered the rest if reviewing crossed my mind the days before the exam; some problems were familiar but I didn't remember the proper way to answer it. But whether I reviewed or not, 25 minutes are not enough to answer those problems on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think both test are equally difficult. UPCAT was difficult because of the Math part plus a bit of time pressure whereas ACET was difficult because of TIME PRESSURE ALONE &lt;s&gt;AND ABSTRACT REASONING&lt;/s&gt; Every university has its own way to make the exams difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|In my Life|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 2009. Let's just say that I want to experience running away from school works that's why I was eager to go out of the house today *shot* My family watched "In my Life" today at Festival Mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights before this day, I was very worried because I had a lot of things to do today. This day is the only day when I can face my mountains of school work especially that my defense is already next week. Saturday is my lazy day, I got ACET on Sunday and my schedule's blank on Monday. But because I like to fool around, I chose to go out with my family ^.^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdafiVw_qI/AAAAAAAAAsc/i70uOXJ7zic/s1600-h/P9212035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdafiVw_qI/AAAAAAAAAsc/i70uOXJ7zic/s320/P9212035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383871377385258658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bought Shawarma, my sister didn't stop taking pictures. There was no one in the Shawarma stall, so the guy manning the Mini Donuts beside it took over. It very kind of him ^.^ But I think the dude got very uncomfortable when my sister is continuously taking pictures, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is not very bad, it was good and I enjoyed it even though Luis Manzano's death is funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to conclude this weekend, I think I spent it as a real "long weekend" because I went out somewhere, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3124735159619361994?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3124735159619361994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3124735159619361994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3124735159619361994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3124735159619361994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/09/b-week-acet-holiday.html' title='B&amp;G Week ; ACET; Holiday'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SrdSACYbduI/AAAAAAAAAsE/oI0URAjabps/s72-c/P9171993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-4145895220341169025</id><published>2009-09-15T18:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:02:21.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Post 0.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/4938/kaoscrazybunny06.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello dar~ It's been a long time. It's actually bad in my part to visit this page most of the time even though I know I haven't updated for so long XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually took place for several days I was missing was the "disappointment days of my life" following the previous blog post I had down there. I started questioning my capabilities and standards (basically, about my scholarship and being a student D:) Aside from that, I was...miserable and I was brooding over the school and the people in it. There was a dangerous lack of people in school whom I can talk to. I got to talk with my guidance counselor only...and my One Note. I'm a very dramatic person...yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manga and fanfiction updates, internet, DVD, laptop were all missing so those things added up to my miseries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue with the craps of my life, I apologize for putting something stressful here. I know the feeling when you visit a blog or read a post somewhere and you only get to see things like "It was stressful, I had so many things to do, I hate life, I don't know if I'll survive". It was sometimes irritating especially if everything you say about your life are all those things you have already gone through. Sometimes you might even think of it as exaggeration...but mine is just...an honest one *shot* So sorry if I'm burdening you in some way, I know that people nowadays are very busy, so...good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm having difficulties with my health and sleep. My body clock was screwed badly. I really fall asleep after dinner and I will wake up by around 11 PM to 1 AM, I'll do my school things by then up to...who knows what time. Basically, my daily school day routine is do something school related or/and sleep, blogging is out of the question because it requires a lot of time. And if you ask me why I'm blogging now, I went home early and the internet was ready, it inveigled me so...dadada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month and next month are overly filled with activities and...projects. Especially next month...my AP teacher abused her power and gave us 5 projects for the UN Celebration. And this month, my IP is actually...yeah, full of bacteria again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone by the way! T.T I usually do wish that the normal life will come back and I can hangout with everyone. Good luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|*SHOT*|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know that this is a fast post but I want to show you guys this source of light at home. I only discovered its existence now when it has been there for years since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sq96hutKtFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ja6fI5J1dZE/s1600-h/P9031957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sq96hutKtFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ja6fI5J1dZE/s320/P9031957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381654799622779986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that lamp...calms and excites me. It's actually making me happy and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all *shot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-4145895220341169025?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/4145895220341169025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=4145895220341169025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4145895220341169025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4145895220341169025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/09/fast-post-02.html' title='Fast Post 0.2'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sq96hutKtFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ja6fI5J1dZE/s72-c/P9031957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3326554534008459236</id><published>2009-08-30T12:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:26:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/7639/kaoscrazybunny13.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned on my previous blog that this week would be the busiest week in school. We have the School Foundation Celebration, HS Filipino Presentation and the Filipino Culminating Activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, those activities meant doing several preparations and racking some brains to memorize our presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this month of August that I looked forward to, gave me disappointment. Not in the part of the organizers but in my part, I did not satisfy myself with what I've presented. Last year, I was able to avenge my humiliating Grade 7 presentation with a speech that I presented perfectly. This time, my preparation wasn't very wise, I made my own speech the night before and memorized it. I was able to recite it but stopped when I forgot a single word, but fortunately I was able to continue but that doesn't give me a reason to be content enough of my presentation. Especially during the Foundation Celebration, I was the mass commentator, symbol reader and the opening remarks person for the Alumni talk, but I didn't really talk smoothly (meaning having no mistakes in pronunciation yada yada) and those just added to my disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sps0wtRck1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/y9Yh9Q6_tQI/s1600-h/KHR_D18_by_Crazy_megame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sps0wtRck1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/y9Yh9Q6_tQI/s320/KHR_D18_by_Crazy_megame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375948591587955538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the detailed report on what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Preparation and some rushed things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from memorizing a poem and a speech, my Literature teacher also asked us to memorize an elegy for our graded recitation. Our props and things for our exhibit were also a big headache for everyone, it requires us to stay after classes to finish it. And for my own part, I slacked off again because I am already dead tired when I get home so I wasn't able to do anything anymore T.T The fun part would probably be the mismatching of costumes. I needed a Muslim costume XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+HS Filipino Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first to speak and I was really nervous. So like what I mentioned, the word, "buklod" hated me on the very last minute so I forgot...but recovered it after some seconds. I was disappointed even though everything went successfully. The thing is I won't have a chance to avenge myself anymore...T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Filipino Culminating Activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still depressed by my disappointments in assignments and my presentation so I really did not look forward for the Filipino Culminating Activity. I was the introduction person and I'm thankful that I said my part successfully and I was also able to dance well XD It was so much fun but I'm a bit regretful that I didn't bring my camera because all of us look so awesome. And me...I was so hyper during the said activity especially when there were cameras around...my cosplay aura activated. Something LOL happened, my straps broke while practicing so I walked around the school in bare foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Montessori Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired and I haven't gotten a good sleep. I was a failed commentator, failed symbol reader and failed emcee for the alumni talk. I don't want to elaborate much anymore because it only brings something unpleasant for me. The school had this activity of forming a butterfly on the field. I wasn't able to take a picture of it but here was how it looked like more or less:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Spsw4qmQYaI/AAAAAAAAArc/2YRwTwknVAQ/s1600-h/P8281838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Spsw4qmQYaI/AAAAAAAAArc/2YRwTwknVAQ/s320/P8281838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375944330262372770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the only awesome moment for that day. We set a lot of butterflies free XD It was such a photoshoot moment but too bad I'm not in costume *shot* The butterflies were big and awesome, it was a very beautiful sight when we set them free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Spsxko33snI/AAAAAAAAArk/jgc9erIEVsM/s1600-h/P8281866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Spsxko33snI/AAAAAAAAArk/jgc9erIEVsM/s320/P8281866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945085713625714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the failure, we had a lunch sharing. I'm glad that I can junk down wines already without making a face. I didn't eat much because...I was just too tired to eat *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SpsxlLIo5MI/AAAAAAAAArs/Bndmypoie4k/s1600-h/P8281927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SpsxlLIo5MI/AAAAAAAAArs/Bndmypoie4k/s320/P8281927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945094910764226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed early and I'm glad that I can ride the service with the rest of the scholars this time. So, since I have my camera with me, we LOLz inside the service like we're in some sort of field trip. It was really fun, I never get to have those kind of pictures taken for several years. I wish that moments like these could still happen =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3326554534008459236?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3326554534008459236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3326554534008459236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3326554534008459236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3326554534008459236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sps0wtRck1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/y9Yh9Q6_tQI/s72-c/KHR_D18_by_Crazy_megame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-5003696592782835298</id><published>2009-08-21T20:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:22:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Storm is Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/7769/kaoscrazybunny12.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Week passed by *insert adverb here* and so far, my test results aren't that bad. I haven't seen the rest of my tests but I'm hoping that it won't be too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, however, went by tranquilly. I'm still fortunate because I know the reason why this week went by peacefully. Whenever it's peaceful, I feel scared cause there was never a week in school that went smoothly. But this time, I know that this week is meant for everyone to prepare for the busiest week of the school year which is next week. We have two big celebrations that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninoyaquino.50webs.com/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6gR71QIOI/AAAAAAAAArM/pPatX27P-9k/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6gR71QIOI/AAAAAAAAArM/pPatX27P-9k/s320/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372407635478847714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="FFD700"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you Ninoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing significant actually happened, but I want to share my busy Thursday XD Since it's the last day of class for this week, it was okay for me to tire myself out since there will be no classes next week. I went to a Ninoy Aquino site for no reason and watched a documentary of the Martial Law (haha, I ditched my Literature for this) and finished reading the fanfiction that I consider competitive enough against my favorite, Little Piece of Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know and see in a video what actually happened before. I stopped by the 6th part/11 parts. For some reasons, I want to learn something this week other than the things that were taught in school. I happened to pass by the Ninoy site and I started browsing. It wasn't a waste of time actually :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that idle time of mine, it was the day of panic for me. We asked a teacher to come to school because we're giving him a gift. I only received his reply the day itself that he's coming *0* and we haven't done anything because we're waiting for his reply. So, I rushed a card and when I was cutting the letters, someone came to the room and told us that the teacher is already waiting *0* Fortunately, we were able to finish it and give it to him even though we're quite shameful of how cheap and ugly our gift is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6Yqn1tHMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2AfKEi8NGHA/s1600-h/P8201734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6Yqn1tHMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2AfKEi8NGHA/s320/P8201734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372399263515745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class went to Bayanan Elementary School for our CAT project, Adopt-a-Child Reading Program. I didn't prepare for this one, I trusted myself well enough that I can make up something interesting *shot* It went smoothly even though my energy was already drained out even before we went there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6YrEcodmI/AAAAAAAAArE/GAwTAAVBtps/s1600-h/P8201727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6YrEcodmI/AAAAAAAAArE/GAwTAAVBtps/s320/P8201727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372399271195211362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids who were with me are literate so I had a quite troublesome session with them since they can basically read...I just have to correct something with regards to their pronounciation and understanding. It was fun but I would like it if it's Math we're going to teach since English and Reading are not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Movie|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing in Youtube this morning and found this...AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER MOVIE!! 8DD I'm excited to watch this. I have to wait for a year before I can watch this but waa~ I want to watch it with everyone 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0ZjjMBXMpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0ZjjMBXMpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that Jesse McCartney was supposed to play Zuko but he was replaced by the Slumdog Millionaire dude (Meh, sorry I'm not a fan of Hollywood people) The dude playing Sokka is...hot and I heard he's part of the Twilight movie? Which character is he playing? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a trailer of Alice in Wonderland XD It will be released March next year, I dunno if I'll watch it. I just want to see the costumes, that's all XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch Avatar together? 8DD YES, YES?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-5003696592782835298?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/5003696592782835298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=5003696592782835298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5003696592782835298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5003696592782835298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/08/storm-is-coming.html' title='A Storm is Coming'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/So6gR71QIOI/AAAAAAAAArM/pPatX27P-9k/s72-c/New+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6908265308036746029</id><published>2009-08-13T17:47:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:49:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/3837/kaoscrazybunny04.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tagged by Apryl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So basically, I was gone for two weeks which comprised of Hell Week and Hell Week Continuation. I thought of a way to blog those two weeks through this note because those two weeks mostly were comprised of raNDOM things XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sod-3CUD-XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IUK7iIlvbXQ/s1600-h/IMG0300A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sod-3CUD-XI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IUK7iIlvbXQ/s320/IMG0300A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370400564641528178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was eating outside 7-eleven, there was a cat sleeping near the place where I sat. It was adorable &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Failed shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sod_Vodb8AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/czsHNKJNt3I/s1600-h/P8011480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sod_Vodb8AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/czsHNKJNt3I/s320/P8011480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401090277470210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, call me the "awesome" founder of photography club in school. The shot was focused on the screen and not on the dog *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Corazon Aquino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sod_xpWWIeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Z8eDNlheXDY/s1600-h/P8081484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sod_xpWWIeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Z8eDNlheXDY/s320/P8081484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401571552502242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was also mourning over her death. May you rest in peace, President Cory =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Moth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeAHgNnKaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/c0_XjD7ffII/s1600-h/IMG0302A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeAHgNnKaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/c0_XjD7ffII/s320/IMG0302A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370401947057072546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I saw a huge butterfly-like moth outside the classroom *0* It was so gigantic that you won't even believe that it's a moth. Nicolas shooed it away using the stick that their class used for the placard. Haha, he broke it XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeAtlsA8VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/flDUUeIp-hk/s1600-h/P8081485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeAtlsA8VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/flDUUeIp-hk/s320/P8081485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370402601361797458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, that is what I saw. And that is how you spell LOVE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gintama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeBDISbzOI/AAAAAAAAAns/M6Ty_OkhPjE/s1600-h/gintamaasnaruto-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeBDISbzOI/AAAAAAAAAns/M6Ty_OkhPjE/s320/gintamaasnaruto-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370402971426999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it again XD And it's much more awesome this time! I appreciated Hijikata now and I loved Kagura already XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeBl0kMgzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IO_6aPPsSjw/s1600-h/IMG0306A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeBl0kMgzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/IO_6aPPsSjw/s320/IMG0306A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370403567428207410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, I saw a flattened frog on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cosplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeCDXTjIII/AAAAAAAAAoE/7Qnzlik_O6k/s1600-h/takasugi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeCDXTjIII/AAAAAAAAAoE/7Qnzlik_O6k/s320/takasugi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370404074969833602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gintama related, ohohoho. Takasugi cosplayer. So hawt and awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeCYABUfdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PYIOH9rgfuo/s1600-h/P8131529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeCYABUfdI/AAAAAAAAAoM/PYIOH9rgfuo/s320/P8131529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370404429496614354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is really the only year I discovered the effectiveness of coffee to forced workaholics. If I'll account the ways of keeping myself awake before, I will dance the Hare Hare Yukai or wash my face...and it wasn't that effective, I will end up waking up the next day with my lampshade on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the hell week, the latest I slept was 3 AM and because of coffee, I rarely got a peaceful sleep. During the Hell Week Continuation which was the exams week, it was still 3 AM. The morning I-have-to-study extension will not happen if we didn't have NCAE review classes after exams everyday- we didn't have any half day classes at all. The last three days of the exams week, I didn't sleep at all. The first two, I slept by past 3 AM and because of coffee, even if I try to sleep, I can't sleep and the last day of review which was Thursday, I finished reviewing by 4:30 A.M and for the remaining 45 minutes before I eat breakfast, I just surfed the net. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee saves my butt and I call it the awesome savior of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Jeepney ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeEsbGEgkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BzPsrUJ2dp8/s1600-h/IMG0308A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeEsbGEgkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/BzPsrUJ2dp8/s320/IMG0308A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370406979384934978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the jeep with my classmates minus Sian. So, Oscar and Justin were with me...random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ji Hoo x Jan di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeLA-oC1FI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UYfbhe1XFlI/s1600-h/jihooandjandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeLA-oC1FI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UYfbhe1XFlI/s320/jihooandjandi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370413929589822546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pairing have been giving me a heartache especially last week. Ji Hoo deserves her even though they're more of the "bestfriend" type, if it's them, there's nothing wrong when they'll end up together. But...*sob* his attempt to at least express the way he feels was just locked inside his heart *cheese* I wish that there will be an alternate ending, I want Ji Hoo to have a happy ending TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeMaDVzLlI/AAAAAAAAAok/LieDuPFAsZE/s1600-h/IMG0304A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeMaDVzLlI/AAAAAAAAAok/LieDuPFAsZE/s320/IMG0304A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370415459863834194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were attacking our classroom last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. LJ Writer's Block 2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you could travel back in time, what advice would you give to your younger self?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeNPkzzgUI/AAAAAAAAAos/vwMY8__dIy8/s1600-h/YearbookYourself_1982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeNPkzzgUI/AAAAAAAAAos/vwMY8__dIy8/s320/YearbookYourself_1982.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370416379381121346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the pic above was some lolzy thing I did in yearbookyourself. That's my graduation picture on year 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: If you'll go to high school, find a school in the Philippines that's a college preparatory school, filled with normal people and filled with awesome fun things you will treasure. If there's none, take a scholarship program that will require you to study abroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Exam Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeO9Pjb2zI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4tefo_zjKic/s1600-h/New+Picture+(4)f.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeO9Pjb2zI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4tefo_zjKic/s320/New+Picture+(4)f.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370418263460928306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote on all my test papers for that day the date August 12 when it was actually August 13 *0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Cheese Whiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoePORFtteI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Ump52sXbrNI/s1600-h/IMG0309A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoePORFtteI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Ump52sXbrNI/s320/IMG0309A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370418555930916322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sian's house one day and they invited me to eat. The lunch was spaghetti but the pasta and the sauce were separated. Since I don't eat pasta with tomato sauce, I just asked them to give me Cheese Whiz. My awesome lunch gained a lot of "Gross" remarks, but I tell you, it tastes really good XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Doujinshis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeP-_gyoLI/AAAAAAAAApE/0-aOqVHG154/s1600-h/s_sale011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeP-_gyoLI/AAAAAAAAApE/0-aOqVHG154/s320/s_sale011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370419393026236594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I HAS them? *sparkling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ACET schedule + ID picture + Closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeQrCEvOXI/AAAAAAAAApM/cwlDD6lA6qI/s1600-h/P8141546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeQrCEvOXI/AAAAAAAAApM/cwlDD6lA6qI/s320/P8141546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370420149628123506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scheduled on Sunday afternoon -_- Anyway, when I was staring at this pic, the exam permit and my closet took my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ID picture was actually LOL. I was in pigtails. And my closet, the encircled part is mine and it's also the most disorganized one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Magic 8-ball: Will I be able to cosplay again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeSTTrbjtI/AAAAAAAAApc/w3_POEKE0Rc/s1600-h/IMG0310A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeSTTrbjtI/AAAAAAAAApc/w3_POEKE0Rc/s320/IMG0310A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421941060210386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic 8-ball: Randomly saw it in Sian's house&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My B-day gift for Liz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeRdIEgIfI/AAAAAAAAApU/ffBrdySMLY4/s1600-h/P8141554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeRdIEgIfI/AAAAAAAAApU/ffBrdySMLY4/s320/P8141554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421010231206386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the bread-like thing. I have a very cheesy reason for choosing it when I was looking for a perfect gift. In times when she'll be mad, she can asphyxiate that bread. In times when she needs someone to talk to, the bread is there to smile for her *cheeeeseee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Palarong Pinoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeSy8q_qQI/AAAAAAAAApk/qQi1MiVeg8Q/s1600-h/P8151576bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeSy8q_qQI/AAAAAAAAApk/qQi1MiVeg8Q/s320/P8151576bg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370422484640180482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Saturday) was lolz-filled. I'm the team captain of Purple team and I was very hopeful that at least we can own the 2nd or 1st place. I noticed that the main power to make our team win the game is the power of cheering. I didn't play for all games, I actually cheered for almost all the games that my team will participate in. And well...ohohoho *shot* with the help of my almost breaking voice along with the others, we were the 1st place for the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. After Sportsfest... + Banat with Ms. Cris and Mr. Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeUF3pkD2I/AAAAAAAAAps/6SXhCenC7gE/s1600-h/P8151580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeUF3pkD2I/AAAAAAAAAps/6SXhCenC7gE/s320/P8151580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370423909221142370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were heading back, I was with my Math teacher, Ms. Cris, and my previous adviser, Mr. Alex. Mr. Alex suddenly asked me for banat quotes even if there were parents and some powerful teachers around us. Then, I obliged and told them some banat quotes. Here's one that made Ms. Cris hit me with a fan (well...lightly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Tae ka ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Cris:&lt;/b&gt; "Bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Di kasi kita matiis eh" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was in the lobby and I saw my new school bff, &lt;s&gt;Chongorilla&lt;/s&gt; Christine, she's the Grade 7 student I was referring to in my previous blogs. She's part of the green team so I started bragging how my team won. Ohohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Liz's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeV3MRvIGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/JMtWREO6Ea4/s1600-h/P8151597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeV3MRvIGI/AAAAAAAAAp0/JMtWREO6Ea4/s320/P8151597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370425856083566690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated it with...of course, Liz, Sian, Elisha, and her classmates Paolo, Tony and Dani. It was my first time to hangout with Montessorians in a normal way (meaning, just eat somewhere and then head to Timezone) Pictures will be posted in Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeXml5HiVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1iApi2sPIxM/s1600-h/P8151632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeXml5HiVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1iApi2sPIxM/s320/P8151632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370427769925110098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sharing jokes in Shakey's and we actually made the "Ew" meal. You know, the meal that has halo-halo seasoning, cream, desserts etc. mixed together. Paolo and I were also targeting each other using our cameras. LOL. We went to Timezone, and I was amazed by the Guitar Hero thing there. Dani challenged the dude but she lost by 1%. They're amazing, I can only reach the medium level but they were already playing in expert mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeXniMIzuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_BwxcEuQogs/s1600-h/P8151635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeXniMIzuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_BwxcEuQogs/s320/P8151635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370427786111012578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Tony and Paolo in the Ice Hockey game, the circle thing keeps on flying away from the board, haha. We ended our little celebration with a purikura. Haha! It was suffocating inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeX_N3zOaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hYGWAHgdvp8/s1600-h/P8151643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoeX_N3zOaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hYGWAHgdvp8/s320/P8151643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370428192973863330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Liz, Sian, Elisha and I were heading to Festival, we saw Chuckie dancing and his pants fell. LOL. That was such a good display for the kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Then we suddenly went to Festival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sofkyzjvk7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/9joP0zwPMNs/s1600-h/P8151645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sofkyzjvk7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/9joP0zwPMNs/s320/P8151645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370512642147324850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an awesome car show in Festival. I drooled over the cars *A* That explains why aside from the sale, there's a lot more people in Festival that day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoflJTaVXhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CmOhYofGpfw/s1600-h/P8151654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SoflJTaVXhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CmOhYofGpfw/s320/P8151654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370513028654915090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We karaoked but I preferred watching them sing. It was my first time outside a private room XD There's a lot of students and that means more people. Liz was scary when she shooed this group of girls away when we're reserving a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are new LOVELY ITEMS in Comic Alley! Arghh! They have the 27 earphones and they also have a Soul Eater earphone!! GAWDD! GRR! I want to buy it if only I have money and if I have a MP3 player, but NO! Penury!! Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ I was really sleepy when I went home. Saturday was a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Trial Shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SofyDmdGpzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rn18IVhW1Jg/s1600-h/P8161688+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SofyDmdGpzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/rn18IVhW1Jg/s320/P8161688+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370527224338753330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SofoWpf5yYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jr6OL5YAZ7A/s1600-h/P8161674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SofoWpf5yYI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jr6OL5YAZ7A/s320/P8161674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370516556457036162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess? Haha~ This costume was delayed for so long but...I'm thankful I was still able to see myself wearing this costume, haha. 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Having no appropriate title in mind, I just made the title UPCAT, but actually, this school week...had been one of my important weeks because the drama is coming back for a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR Guidance subject is one of the subjects that I like, cause for one thing, I can talk about myself to the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; class. And our class...is not the super bonded class you might have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the HR Guidance were significant for me...since last year. This year and to be specific, this quarter, did a great attack to the class. We did this activity called, "Praise me or Hit me" where each one of us will say the good things about a certain person and also the bad things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of the people know *waves* Oscar and I have a very bad relationship and I can't deny that I want to hear what he has to say. The first person we have to praise or hit was Justin, I was the last to give and by that time, I actually almost started a little argument with Oscar because I gave the Hit me part to Justin. I believe that everything we say in Praise or Hit is just a mere opinion, but I never thought that the bitchiness will continue like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last person that the class have to give comment on. The good things they said, I actually would want to believe that I'm the person that they're talking about, but I still have doubts. I noted what Oscar said the most, it was something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're studious, responsible *etc* I look up to you since we're Grade 7 and you have a unique quality *...&lt;i&gt;I can't remember what he said here&lt;/i&gt;* which makes you stand out. I like your speeches *I totally forgot now...sorry for the attempt to type what he said*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I examined by that time, he looked pretty serious especially when it was the time to hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*I forgot how it started*...I don't like the way that you are not defending yourself... *etc* And then, I'll probably understand during speeches but *he made a hand gesture along by he said next* there's only three of us here, I don't like the way that you are not making an eye contact with us. You want to be a clinical psychologist right? The you have to... *etc* You know, you should understand yourself well *etc* You should also be sensitive about how other people will feel when you talk *etc* Also, don't over analyze situations *etc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a comment on what he said and we almost started a fight again but thank God that the teacher was there to interrupt us. How can I actually defend myself against someone who's so good in defending? and eye contacts...that was my problem even last year, but that only happens in school I believe especially to Oscar. I get the cling to get eye contacts when I'm comfortable with the person...I'm a shy person, even though I look like someone who can easily start a gag show, what I really feel inside is different, especially to the people I'm not close with and the people I feel would be hard to handle in my situation (one of them is him). The "You should understand yourself well" is the one I can't understand especially that -ehem- sorry for the word, but he's the "Others" in my life. Even the people who are my real friends doesn't say anything like that. The "Sensitive part"...well, I understand his love for Justin and he's actually the only person who is opposing my being loudmouthed...that explains why I don't talk to him that much since he just shuts me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "don't over analyze situations"...I didn't under stand it when he said that but after the STC, I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;- &lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/7364/pair.png"&gt; - &lt;img src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/55/hurta.png"&gt; -&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Thursday, and I remembered that there's a fucking Parliament meeting, but because I don't want to be stuck with the bunch of losers, I asked my adviser, Ms. Louie, to have a STC(Student Teacher Conference) right after HR Guidance after school. I was again the last student to have a STC...which is good for me. She hinted me of what Oscar is really trying to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started by telling her that I'm not happy with my mid-quarter marks because of the destruction done by several shits on the road. One of them is Oscar who made a trigger on how I feel of being a very low being in the school. She asked me some more about it, in what way, and what really annoys me. I told her that even before, he's just not the type who I can get along with very well. Then she started telling me of Oscar's answer to the offensive obvious things he's doing not only to me but also to her and the others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He understands what he's doing. He's pondering over what he could have said after but he just doesn't know how to apologize properly. He's aware of his side comments and he said that sometimes, he's just really the person who reacts and says something that people might misinterpret. He told me that he really looked up to you since you guys were Grade 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quite aware of what you guys are thinking of him. That's when he says something, then it will the final already, but that isn't what he really wanted *etc*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for an hour about the class and whether I like it or not, the sitting positions will be changed next quarter and I'm happy that I'm the only person that Ms. Louie consulted about this...so I have a choice. I will sit next to Oscar(well, I have no choice for this one) next quarter because according to her, "He also wants to fix things with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gullible person. He can be just bullshitting with Miss cause that's what he does according to my past observations or if he's sincere, then good job for realizing what I really want to shout in front of your face during the "Praise me or Hit me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lolz, I got back 10 minutes before the meeting ends. And guess what I saw, people videoing themselves and the Chairman who doesn't even know how to request for materials. And much more, they had an hour meeting but I didn't see any objectives or program in the board. And when I asked Christine (she's my new kabarkads anyway among the scholars...she's not a loser, if she's only a year younger than me, I would be happy to bequeath her my position. I see myself in her when I was younger but she's much more admirable and awesome *drammaaa*) when the assembly would be held, she said they haven't decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning an activity is as simple as unwrapping a candy wrap. But I guess losers would stay losers especially when they're with more losers and their group would shut up the people who are trying to mend their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQeFhzX2VI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KHAjJbvvcow/s1600-h/naruto_chhhh228_p08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQeFhzX2VI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KHAjJbvvcow/s320/naruto_chhhh228_p08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364946136427125074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, what I did was to finish the mountain of works the "Slacker Louise" from the first quarter until July 26 had left to the "Current Louise". It was really tiring especially that I have to review also. I reviewed during classes when I will finish some works early and I would review even if that means sleeping in the morning due to much more homeworks. I discovered the wonders of coffee (I never had it with me before everytime I will do brain racking school things). I tried it last Thursday and I ended up sleeping with my eyes being held open by invisible chopsticks until 3 A.M the next day. And the next day, I ended up sleeping in class...just good especially that the subjects on that day are very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened to Oscar and I? I attempted to interrupt with his "Damn Japs" topic during Filipino class when we were making our slogans. And well, it did turn okay, but it's very awkward for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|And during the UPCAT day...|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early and I loved the feeling... I haven't slept on 9 A.M for the past years. I checked my horoscope (It wasn't something very good) and all my accounts before I went to sleep because...that might actually help in having the mind blocks ineffective. I was supposed to wake up by 3 A.M but the maid slept and ended up waking us up by 4 A.M. So naturally, I was in a bad mood. Fortunately, we left by the scheduled time which is 4:30 A.M. The rain was pouring hard and we almost got stuck on the road because of the flood. Adding to the misfortunes that day, while we were traveling, the radio announcer said that former President Corazon Aquino died. That was something sad. I wasn't alive when she lead the country but everytime I see her in T.V, the kindness of being a mother and a personality as someone who cannot just do bad things are felt. I experienced having a grandmother who struggled and died during dawn. That's why I'm sad by the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while traveling, I realized that I left my snacks. I bought snacks and I ended up not eating them. I'm not sure of the probability that I'll pass. I took it the way I took the IOWA test in school...and so, that means, I didn't feel scared and nervous but the lack of emotions scared me. That could mean extreme failure. But the Math test really pissed me off, the way they printed the booklet with that font makes it look easy but NO. The Geometry in Math is really a pain especially that the time pressure was felt most there. And Science, I got a mind block at a Chemistry problem and the rest...zzz. I'm not good in guessing games so my best savior would be the language proficiency and reading comprehension. The English system of our school is what I'm proud of TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQsN956rpI/AAAAAAAAAms/h0jJhVGCjYI/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQsN956rpI/AAAAAAAAAms/h0jJhVGCjYI/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364961674572508818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I can go to Trinoma and finally watch HP, my dad brought me back to Alabang. I was like, "Aren't we suppose to be in Trinoma?" I can't bare to miss an HP movie but I guess I will, this year. My sister was with us and I bought xD with me, so that means, lolz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQt1FJ2oHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_T69gjrr8gM/s1600-h/lol2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQt1FJ2oHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/_T69gjrr8gM/s320/lol2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364963446044926066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|EXTRA: I TELL YOU TO FLINCH|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQuKTRbrGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/EDiwlUImx_I/s1600-h/69-preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQuKTRbrGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/EDiwlUImx_I/s320/69-preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364963810612063330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arcobaleno arc is awesome. There's a lot of ColonelloLal moments and the next episode, OMG. It's a Hibari and Mukuro episode. The picture above...I don't even know where I got it, but, HAHA! I'm still strong for D18 *dies* and what's weird now, everytime I see Hibari, I see him as super cute and uke as if all the manly characters in Reborn are after him. He's a very awesome UKE!! *A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2085639446737051598?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2085639446737051598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2085639446737051598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2085639446737051598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2085639446737051598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/08/upcat-random.html' title='UPCAT; Random'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SnQeFhzX2VI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KHAjJbvvcow/s72-c/naruto_chhhh228_p08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-8329135052943867599</id><published>2009-07-25T21:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:29:37.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here they come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/7564/kaoscrazybunny05.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review class for today. Biology and the rest of Science will get me in trouble especially that I'm going to take a Science course. I was in school super early and that's when I realized how beautiful the surrounding is around the school without any sign of people. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsLzM1SniI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/B_2EC9oTKuc/s1600-h/P7251357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsLzM1SniI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/B_2EC9oTKuc/s320/P7251357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362392755560685090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really sleepy during the review class -.- UPCAT is next Saturday and I'm getting more and more scared ;;*_*;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I suddenly wanted to serve God forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPYu8zd4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/kUOUC4iuAns/s1600-h/P7251378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPYu8zd4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/kUOUC4iuAns/s320/P7251378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362396698909046658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy with my life and I decided to be a nun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsSOUluY4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/CugVQe63JSU/s1600-h/P7251388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsSOUluY4I/AAAAAAAAAmI/CugVQe63JSU/s320/P7251388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362399818569114498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but destiny doesn't want me to be one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPqQyrIPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xinRgC36hXQ/s1600-h/P7251381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPqQyrIPI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xinRgC36hXQ/s320/P7251381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362397000051138802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wandered around and became very depressed and emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPqqK_0UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Fk7JguhEUrg/s1600-h/P7251384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPqqK_0UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Fk7JguhEUrg/s320/P7251384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362397006864044354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got crazy and copied a certain person I saw in a T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPq5xHzEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0UAsgea0z_0/s1600-h/P7251391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsPq5xHzEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0UAsgea0z_0/s320/P7251391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362397011050482754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehe~ I had a little photoshoot at the place because I brought xD with me. You're probably sick of my face now, haha. The story behind those things above. I was part of the choir to sing for the confirmation of the unconfirmed people in our school. It was held at St. James the Great Parish. (XD: I was confirmed there too! *shot*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the event despite the several recklessness I've done this week, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Played flames with Christine instead of listening to the Chairman of the Parliament&lt;br /&gt;2. Failed Statistics long test because the night before, I was answering a lot of personality quizzes in Facebook&lt;br /&gt;3. Late assignments T^T&lt;br /&gt;4. The worst one, unintentionally making Aina wait for 2 hours in SM/Puregold? And made her mom angry TT^TT Aina~ if you are reading this right now, I still feel very bad because of what I did, I'm sorry *kneels* The reason...(wa~ but whether it be a very reasonable one or not, I'm still wrong) I was consoling this kohai of mine. I said it was an emergency to your mom, I'm sorry again TT^TT I was aware of the time before I talked to her but after we started talking and she let out everything, I didn't realize the time, I'M SORRY! Another thing I shall be sorry about, your mom said that you were in Puregold but I went to SM TT^TT and another one, &lt;i&gt;muka nang bagong gahasa ung book mo dahil sakin&lt;/i&gt; GOMEN! SORRY! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob* Anyway, &lt;s&gt;SORRY AINA!&lt;/S&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsVAbXsnjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/W20FZW7y5lc/s1600-h/P7251367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsVAbXsnjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/W20FZW7y5lc/s320/P7251367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362402878406041138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were also there and I had a very LOL time when Ms. Cris, my Math teacher, was beside me. I really need someone to shut me up when I'm getting more and more talkative. I'm starting to like the teachers now, of course, except for that annoying Grammar teacher (She isn't in the picture XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsVBC38DNI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Zc3bm0mQPuQ/s1600-h/P7251392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsVBC38DNI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Zc3bm0mQPuQ/s320/P7251392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362402889010253010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting worse for me. The Oscar war is there, the government drama is there, UPCAT is there, Hell week is coming, IP...&lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; I'm doomed, and quarterly exams are approaching. My performance is doing bad and I've been less motivated by the current situation of the environment today DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-8329135052943867599?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/8329135052943867599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=8329135052943867599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/8329135052943867599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/8329135052943867599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-and-grade-crisis.html' title='Here they come...'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmsLzM1SniI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/B_2EC9oTKuc/s72-c/P7251357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-4875775816704167766</id><published>2009-07-17T18:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:45:00.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of College</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/8412/kaoscrazybunny02.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBb20UtexI/AAAAAAAAAk4/R0DsiOugxhI/s1600-h/149e154978710e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBb20UtexI/AAAAAAAAAk4/R0DsiOugxhI/s320/149e154978710e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359384553887464210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blink&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRVY-TAMA!! XDD&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is going on. There's no drama lately aside from the usual I'm-so-pissed-with-this-teacher thing. The Grammar teacher is slowly inviting me to twist her head off. She's making instructions damn complicated, and her reason? So it'll be easier FOR HER to check. She'll give out the paper, then while the students are answering, she'll suddenly change the instructions and worst, while I'm already in deep concentration, she'll suddenly take back her instruction. Too bad for me, I'm sitting at the far end from the teacher's desk. Who wouldn't get pissed?!! Because of her damn complicated mind and her inability to decide immediately BEFORE giving out the papers to the students, I missed out SEVERAL points....GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like the idea that I'm the only one who could console myself &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;college...college...college...new people...college...college...college&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; I'm thankful I have this blog, I would have rotten if no one could actually cheer me up *sigh* This year isn't fun like what I expected it to be. Our class is more separated (We're not even sitting together during the mass) My burning energy to work was extinguished because of stupid people, stupid new environment and just...the stupid that is the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBi5UDEIAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0x1WuYrNh2w/s1600-h/kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBi5UDEIAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0x1WuYrNh2w/s320/kill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359392293344518146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very solemn conversation with my sister about college. She said that in college, I would meet my true friends. It's really exciting me that in one year my world will go back to being big. I missed the feeling, the kinds of people, the less drama environment, the fun environment, and the environment where I wouldn't need to restrict myself in doing things I want and wouldn't force myself to be a very very responsible student. I missed half part of my life which is the awesome high school life, I didn't have one. Albeit there are small things I will remember, the over-all isn't that memorable. Who would remember when most of the memories I have of high school are hideous memories? Time to move on *exercises* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually brought me and my sister to talk about this, is the fact that I'm seeing my schoolmates in grade school almost everyday...enjoying college. I actually didn't recognize most of them, they're much more better looking, stressed free people...I'm jealous *shot* Here are my exact lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Lam mo ba, yung mga classmates ko dati, lagi kong nakikita...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sister:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Tapos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yun ang gaganda nila. Pamake-up make-up na lang...basta ang gaganda na nila ngayon na di ko na sila namukaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sister:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parang ang ganda ng buhay nila compared sakin. Sila mga mukang professional at masaya sa buhay pero ako...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sister:&lt;/b&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;mukang basahan. Tignan mo naman ang aking stressed na muka. Tapos suot ko, Montessori shirt, jeans, rubber shoes. Tapos nanggagalaiti pa mukha ko palagi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's useless for me to rant, I've been given a chance to transfer before but I declined the offer. And now that I think about it, the Singapore education would be very amazing *slaps myself* I know that I'm stressed and close to being dead but I still keep on repeating and repeating all over again like the only story I could tell that would look like I'm SO proud of it and that I'm expecting pity from people is the school story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people asks me if I'm regretting it. Well, yes and no. It's obvious why it's yes. And NO? I learned the most painful experiences and the realizations that it brought me. It's all about learning and widening my world. Entering the world of the rich and actually comparing their lives and way of thinking to the common people. And the most obvious learning experience, experiencing the Montessori education and suffering hell from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, I want to get away from that hell as much as possible. In the future when I'll have kids, I will never send them to that school. It would pain me seeing them pee blood and getting anemic everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to college already. I want a normal life. I want to live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Random|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+My laptop, Xeb, died yesterday *wails* I don't know what the hell happened but when I opened it, it didn't work but the ON light didn't turn off TT^TT It's not noisy, the fan's not moving TTTT^TTTT And yesterday, I was planning to edit my Chapter 2 but *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+I might get Xeb fixed on Sunday. At the same time, I'm planning to watch Harry Potter, the problem is, I don't have anyone who'll come with me...who wants to come? &lt;s&gt;Also, I'm planning to costrip in the mall because I want new awesome pictures and I want to get decent photos for my application&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Shameless Plugging: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! - The Legend of Strong *nosebleeds*|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBv7x7jJ0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/fEyaK3c_XHo/s1600-h/00a-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBv7x7jJ0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/fEyaK3c_XHo/s200/00a-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359406629376960322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Legend of Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doujinka/Circle:&lt;/b&gt; Banyu - Aoi Levin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scanlator:&lt;/b&gt; Aki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status:&lt;/b&gt; One-shot (Complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Licensed:&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description:&lt;/b&gt; Dino/Hibari. Placed about 5-6 years in the future... (Source: Baka-Updates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGEEE!! Guys, read this!! I nosebleeded and died when I read this 0A0 IT WAS TOTAL PAWNAGE!! I started to like the pairing D18 *A* At the same day when I read this &lt;s&gt;The Yaoi Day&lt;/s&gt;, I read JR Chapter 00 and JM *A* IT WAS ALSO VERY CUTE, SWEET AND AWESOME!! I can't just describe it in words because...it's really...BEAUTIFUL *A* Anyway, some sneak peak to Legend of Strong &lt;s&gt;OMGG! It's bebery aweawesome!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyouya: If it's true that people become beautiful when they're loved and in love...&lt;br /&gt;Dino: *looks at him*&lt;br /&gt;Kyouya: Then your beauty...must be thanks to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-4875775816704167766?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/4875775816704167766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=4875775816704167766' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4875775816704167766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4875775816704167766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreaming-of-college.html' title='Dreaming of College'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SmBb20UtexI/AAAAAAAAAk4/R0DsiOugxhI/s72-c/149e154978710e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1663122145139750077</id><published>2009-07-11T09:51:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:02:33.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ownage</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src=http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/7639/kaoscrazybunny13.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was good. Warm-up had officially ended and I started to take things seriously. But I noticed, getting serious in participation and parliament is bringing out my mean side. And that mean side is necessary for me to get moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the class participation, my meanness is actually bringing peace to everyone. In parliament, my mean side was really felt there. When they're doing something stupid, I'll be the first person to speak up and give them the mean remark and look. It's kinda fun not being an officer because I can sit there like an observant who can give them negative comments anytime, knowing that their leading abilities are fucked up and nothing's getting accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed, the boys of our school are teaming up for one purpose, silence the past leaders who are planning to lead this year (which includes me and Liz "People who peed blood the past years") It's just my observation, knowing that they want the presidential government and not the parliamentary. It's suspicious especially that these people are hanging out together and are part of the government. Mou~ I'm very pissed at them so I keep on thinking of bad things :*|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got nerves to think that they're actually the dominating creatures who know more than the more experienced people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not actually all of them...I'm referring to a particular second year student who got the hell out of me during the meeting. And part of that serious prejudice are also the people in Governing Body and Parliament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliKNVbhbSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DxiA3jVHk88/s1600-h/P7101343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliKNVbhbSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DxiA3jVHk88/s320/P7101343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357183718452718882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I can't believe that my need to overwork until 1+ A.M is necessary already. These new teachers are merciless in giving assignments and my timing got rusty this year. That means, I would do the work for a particular subject and will not be able to do the work for the other one due to lack of time and my mind's protest to got to bed and sleep, then the next day, the work I did will not be checked and the work that I didn't manage to finish will be checked. ANNOYING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above above was our slogan for Ecological Action Program "Plant a tree on a day of blue, and the world will be grateful to you" My sister and I did this for the class. It was amazing how our minds will think of the same design XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mid quarter marks. I've got nothing to say except that I learned a new truth. Don't trust the teachers who looked like the very last people who can give you negative remarks. And what's ironic, the AP teacher whom I thought will give me a very bad grade actually gave a good grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Extra: Irony|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said – “He would always tell me I was annoying.” Look down. Broken smile. Fidget. “I couldn’t help but wonder, did he notice how annoying that was?” Empty laugh. Bitter tongue. “Then again, I always hated irony.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src='http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9275/sothn087.png'&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said – “She was always getting into trouble. It was inevitable, really. She’s Sakura after all.” Sigh. Hand running through black hair in frustration. “But what I don’t understand is why I always had to get her out of it.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Occurence by Paige &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was with Kriselle, Ayyah, Aina and Ivy. It was really weird *nods* This day was planned already since Monday. I agreed to go with Muken to SM and then decided to meet with Kriselle in Festival. Then today, the plan got messed up for a while because Muken didn't know which mall she'll go to. My mom did not allow me to SM, only to Festival. I found out that Aina's coming to Festival and the same went with Ayyah and Ivy XDD We met up and lolz at foodcourt then Kriselle left so the 4 of us walked around the mall. We went in National and I was surprised because I saw Kathryn(ex-scholar) there. We were so loud when we saw each other! Well, it's Kathryn and she was the only person who can console me in school last year. Next, we went upstairs and was dragged to some things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliStmRGOnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VXWbYpzkjIQ/s1600-h/P7111351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliStmRGOnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VXWbYpzkjIQ/s320/P7111351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357193068821232242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy was the first one who approached the dude then the dude suddenly moved and Ivy freaked out! LOL! I also had a picture with the dude and well...it was weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliStyZBbhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-7akNHqN3_U/s1600-h/P7111364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliStyZBbhI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-7akNHqN3_U/s320/P7111364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357193072075697682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw something dancing so we went there and watched. The mascot was dancing Jai Ho and we watched there for a while until this woman kindly told us that if we want to have a picture with the mascot then she can take our photo. I was amazed...I mean it's rare to have people volunteer to take a photo. So there, then we headed to Comic Alley and LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliStw0rsgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/saJgbQpnaLg/s1600-h/P7111366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliStw0rsgI/AAAAAAAAAkI/saJgbQpnaLg/s320/P7111366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357193071654842882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE VONGOLA RINGS!! AND IT WAS A TOTAL PAWNAGE BECAUSE THE RINGS LOOK BERY BERY AWESOME!! 8DD Please let me have the Sky or Cloud ring T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the group picture minus Kriselle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliSuLYpswI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LqdIotRMryM/s1600-h/P7111374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliSuLYpswI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LqdIotRMryM/s320/P7111374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357193078785028866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separated and I went with Ivy and Ayyah, then by the time we arrived at South Station, my Dad texted that he's in Festival. So I went back...then realized that I'm getting hungry. I went upstairs and found myself in front of this stall in X-site. I was freaked out because the kuya started talking to me while I was analyzing their food. Then I randomly told him that I'll buy and I don't even know what kind of food I ordered. I mean the food is like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliideQFJqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/tYkIPzSFmO8/s1600-h/P7111376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliideQFJqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/tYkIPzSFmO8/s320/P7111376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357210383977621154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like...Fries Float ._. But I realized that there's a cup for the fries that can fit with the cup and the drink is under. Cute XDD I went to Seattle's and found students beside our table doing their...thesis I think and I was surprised when they looked at me and the food. They found it weird I think. But when they left, the girl went back and asked me where I bought the food. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw those students and at the same time looked at my Ateneo application form (Thank you Kriselle XD), I thought it's really time for me to experience those meetings inside a cafe. College is exciting and fun! Even though I haven't experienced it yet, I know deep inside that college will give me memorable stories I will not forget. Time to restore the happy memories that was paused during high school XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|The Kitten|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SlikSg4OMQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/XfoJEEm3ong/s1600-h/P7111345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SlikSg4OMQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/XfoJEEm3ong/s320/P7111345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357212394727551234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister found the cat and took care of it. When I went out of the house, I saw the cat lying on the grass and because my camera is back in action, I took a failed picture of it XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-1663122145139750077?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1663122145139750077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1663122145139750077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1663122145139750077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1663122145139750077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/07/ownage.html' title='Ownage'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SliKNVbhbSI/AAAAAAAAAjo/DxiA3jVHk88/s72-c/P7101343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2895631092162627393</id><published>2009-07-04T11:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:28:54.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underestimated: Warm-up Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/4118/kaoscrazybunny03.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title doesn't make sense XD This week, if my senses are right, I'm done with the adjustments and it's time for me to turn lunatic especially that I've been underestimated...so I'll go with that: the stupid and skill-less student...but those people just make sure they will not regret underestimating me and suddenly giving me jobs cause I would be more than willing to use my power to UNDERESTIMATE them. Of all the people, especially those who just came in and bullshitted my life, I know my capabilities more than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~♥~ &lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/4627/carry.png"&gt; ~♥~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday. We had speech in Reading class and I'm a little satisfied and a little proud of mine. It's because it's the first time in my entire life that I get a speech topic which is not hackneyed: Vanity is not a reason for cosmetic plastic surgery. Since I'm into cosplay also and I knew some professional cosplayers who had plastic surgery, I can say that I have a say on this one C= That particular day was the first Parliament meeting. And that was the time I was fucking insulted for the first time of my 4 years in Monte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insult no. 1.&lt;/b&gt; I'm used to presiding meetings for the past years and leading any group of which people (I call them stupid by the way because they don't know what the hell is happening in school and they don't know the people who are actually working their butts off for the sake of these stupid people) failed to see and that was what I did and when I asked someone to take down the minutes because that person has a pad paper, I was only interrupted by the new teacher(AP teacher) that I'll be the one to take down the minutes. It took me a good 5 seconds to reply a soft, "Fine" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insult no. 2.&lt;/b&gt; And here comes the nomination of officers. Me and 3rd year student was nominated and the guys all voted him and their reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid no. 1 said, "He has more experience because of SC than Louise" Let me answer you and I'll be defending my side because I know well how that person you voted for works. I was also a fucking SC member, secretary to be specific, a higher position than that person. I was assigned to that person during the HS dance two years ago and he just left me alone to do the worrying and that person's reason? He can't go out at that time (which was 6 P.M) well, good for him he has a car, he has money and I don't. I stayed in Festival until 9 P.M to finish the invitation and tickets. I even made &lt;i&gt;utang&lt;/i&gt; to the kuya there just to get those things printed. He's more of the talk person but actually can't accomplish the things he's supposed to do. And you said experience? You must be kidding me? I've presided myriads of things already and that person, averagely. If that's your qualification then fine, that is I'll consider you my enemy and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that I'm bitter. Well yes I am, My mind's set that I'll do more presiding now that I'm a senior. But look at what happened, people just came in to make me realize that the years I've stood out, peed blood and almost died for the sake of the students who are not into leadership are worthless and I have to start from scratch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid no. 2 did not say anything. But the thing is, he actually doesn't care. Well, what do you expect from a Grade 7 student? When Stupid no. 1 raised his hand and stated his very &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; reason, he bowed his head down and raised his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the empty positions such as Vice Chairman and Secretary, I was nominated for all but they're all against me and I ended up having no position. Now I understand, stupid voters are actually existing, they have reasons which are not proven and others, they are just swayed by what those very hypothetical people are saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~♥~ &lt;img src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/7383/sothn091.png"&gt;  ~♥~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time for the chairman to preside and the teacher and the chairman teamed up to shut me down. So, I just spoke up to avoid jumping on them and killing them. Because the organization of the meeting is fucked up and someone has to do it, I explained to them what parliamentary is and the other things that they must learn. That will be the last time I'll stand up, I have no more reason to preside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for my decision to run for the election, if the teacher will be that freaking AP teacher, I would rather sit and watch her and the useless SC fall down together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insult no. 3&lt;/b&gt; If ever I'll be noted disrespectful again for this year, I'm pretty sure that that AP teacher will be the one to report me. I'm not smart and knowledgeable about Economics, I look quiet but I speak up for the longest time when I have a say. I'm attending her freaking class to learn, not to have a quiz bee with the AP geniuses in the class. The way she looks at me is pretty obvious, I already had an identification of a stupid student in the whole community. And she's doing that look all the time, treating me an idiot fresh from pre-school. And the worst thing, the fact that she doesn't know how hard I worked...then I'll be treated like this for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been underestimated too much. I've cried this out already but the realization is still there especially right now that I'm stating everything in detail. I decided that I'll go along with their insults and underestimations and I won't care of what happen to them, I'll focus on myself so I can get myself out of that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~♥~ &lt;img src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/9333/heygraphicsbakuman4.png"&gt; ~♥~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sk7es4RHY3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/S7r7-aRRjG8/s1600-h/P7031342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sk7es4RHY3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/S7r7-aRRjG8/s320/P7031342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354461869589881714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportsfest! 8D Sportsfest is really fun this year! We played basketball yesterday for girls and LOL. I didn't even get a point but I got injured. And the thing that happened that I thought would happen only in mangas is tending the injuries. LOL. But it wasn't the romantic pinky scene like in Kaichou wa Maid-sama where there will always be no nurse in the clinic, and there was only Usui and Misaki. There was no nurse because the nurse was playing volleyball so I had three doctors assist me (Sian, Dani and Toni). LOL. Memorable item in HS. The good thing is, our team won in basketball 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm getting used to being underestimated by people, this year, I will not prove any of my leadership capacities, I will focus on myself XD Reasonable enough, I guess it's time for me to chill for a bit and let those people do the worrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Extra: GaaSaku|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sk7jgVpwyEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qxDdrUXbd2Q/s1600-h/sakura255od8iu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sk7jgVpwyEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qxDdrUXbd2Q/s320/sakura255od8iu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354467151697725506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?~ So now I'm switching to this pairing? LOL. Not really. If there will be hints of GaaSaku in the manga, I will switch immediately XD *shot* I bought a copy of Naruto Shippuuden Movie: Bonds yesterday. It's awkward, especially that Naruto and Sasuke randomly paired up and started fighting. But, over-all, it's still awesome XD There was so much Sasuke fan service and Sakura fan service XD And the manga, well, I have a feeling that Sasuke will die &lt;s&gt;but if not, probably in verge of death then Naruto will show up and declare peace&lt;/s&gt; especially that the current chapter showed all the Kages D8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been warming up on NaruHina and I actually formed a oneshot inside my head on the way home last Wednesday. I tried editing my fics yesterday but eye and headache was what I got. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2895631092162627393?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2895631092162627393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2895631092162627393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2895631092162627393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2895631092162627393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/07/underestimated-warm-up-over.html' title='Underestimated: Warm-up Over'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sk7es4RHY3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/S7r7-aRRjG8/s72-c/P7031342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6762192228612521708</id><published>2009-06-27T13:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:00:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HPM and Adjustments</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/5351/angelstarkaos007.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;i&gt;Last&lt;/i&gt; Homeroom Parent Meeting|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. June 23, 2009. The juniors and seniors were combined for this activity. I'm actually surprised that we didn't get in trouble because I felt that the planning isn't that effective and our objectives were even late but I'm glad that I can just raise an eyebrow denoting that "Wow! This is really happening"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were busy and I asked my Mom to submit my UP form, so my sister attended for them. I had girly problems that day (Ehem!) but I survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW3nb_HQzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DtUUTabNl2M/s1600-h/P6231308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW3nb_HQzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DtUUTabNl2M/s320/P6231308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351885620354958130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister took pictures because I actually told her to do so for our class portfolio. And our class cheer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc2cf804312b2c90" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc2cf804312b2c90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53ED45CFCF9E5E9295401EC875416F0EE0A3981.72D7DDFB30E3F78795E3FB1E9F97E8B3C8E70193%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc2cf804312b2c90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dfr-Wv3Mh7H3kzRwIyYO47k0g36Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="320" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc2cf804312b2c90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331408079%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53ED45CFCF9E5E9295401EC875416F0EE0A3981.72D7DDFB30E3F78795E3FB1E9F97E8B3C8E70193%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc2cf804312b2c90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dfr-Wv3Mh7H3kzRwIyYO47k0g36Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last Homeroom Parent Meeting. I'm getting more and more excited with the "Lasts" because this is the last year of suffering and I can't really freaking wait to graduate and leave TT^TT  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because my sister got bored while waiting for me, here's an early photo of my area in the classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW5Tpi0CBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/crSCVEzF8ZY/s1600-h/P6231321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW5Tpi0CBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/crSCVEzF8ZY/s320/P6231321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351887479420225554" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that messy &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt; compared to last year's XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Oscar and I are on ceasefire mode. He was even my partner yesterday during Filipino class XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Something New|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Sportsfest. The previous years of sportsfest, I wasn't very happy and ecstatic of the activity, but I guess, being one of the eldest in the team will make a difference. The sportsfest yesterday was fun! Our team, the Purple Team won volleyball! 8D Last year, I don't actually care but now, I care a lot XD It's fun training your team members even though it's very very tiring especially that you have to run after the ball every time your teammate will practice serving. But it was worth it! XD Even though I went home dehydrated XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Suspension of Classes. This is the way God saves me. Actually, last Tuesday, I was close to having a flu (My body hurts and I can't move properly) and I can't do any assignments by that time. I hoped for suspension of classes and God heard me XD Wednesday, the pain wass still there and I must be freaked out because the next day, I have a report in Literature and I wasn't prepared. But classes were suspended again 8D I remembered, last year, classes were suspended when I have a Beowulf report in Literature XD The bad thing about the two day suspension, I didn't do anything productive *shot* When I came back, Oscar told me that it's actually natural for us to not fuss about suspension anymore. I mean, no one even said, "Cool! Classes were suspended" we simply came back XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|EXTRA: SASUKE VS. GAARA|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW7ItWIqfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FRgt-KDxa_E/s1600-h/Commission__Sasuke_and_Gaara_by_neon_drane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW7ItWIqfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FRgt-KDxa_E/s320/Commission__Sasuke_and_Gaara_by_neon_drane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351889490485488114" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT WILL ACTUALLY HAPPEN!! This is the reason why my dehydrated body was rejuvenated yesterday!! I ranted last night and you can see it &lt;a href="http://fallenskii03.livejournal.com/1825.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; 8DD OMG OMGJSDFHSJDKHFHHsdfjioejfdsiDSHFJKSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that's keeping me from losing the dying will flame is KWMS update which is released every month (and that is long) This week, I added the awesome SasuSaku fanfictions I read in FF.net and now...the new arc of Naruto 8DD *flails* I'm thinking of sharing some little piece of something from the fanfictions because they are really awesome, I tell you 8DD The anime of Naruto is lolz. It's Sasuke lolz time!! I ranted about that in IU, so there! My fanfiction flame is coming back and my spirits are high again XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-6762192228612521708?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/6762192228612521708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=6762192228612521708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6762192228612521708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6762192228612521708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/hpm-and-adjustments.html' title='HPM and Adjustments'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SkW3nb_HQzI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DtUUTabNl2M/s72-c/P6231308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-559569824911016247</id><published>2009-06-20T11:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:39:57.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src=http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/4526/angelstarkaos019.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: Swearing. This is a rant. I might say something not right but this is just a way for me to vent out my anger. Sorry for the words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back with a worse syndrome. He's no other than "Oscar", the in denial gay faggot classmate of mine who is very likely to be my brother's shonen ai partner. I don't know why he's acting like he really wants to start a war with me. I know I'm average and I act stupid sometimes but that doesn't give him the reason to belittle and insult me everytime during and after classes. Saying "Boring" when I'm answering a question and all sorts of insults he'll spat out from his mouth are too many that I can't remember them but I can still feel the effect it had on me.  I've been discouraged to lead (and he rarely listens to me), my class participation is affected (because of his side comments) and no matter how hard I try to forget, sometimes I'm absorbing what that bitch said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ranting to a lot of people about this person and I'm a little tired to keep on repeating why he's such a bitch, what he really is and how bitch he is. But I tell you, his intimidating, kill-joy, inconsiderate, dominating and gay personality will never get him anywhere. He's just lucky we're only four that we have to stick close to each other, I would have chosen not to go near him if there's a lot of us, but NO. Of all people, why did I get two boy classmates who's so fucking immature? They're like kids competing for their position in the higher society. I have to endure whatever he's saying and stay quiet for the rest of the year while my inner demon is telling me to punch him and send him flying to the next city.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see where that attitude will lead him. If he's going to run against Justin for SC, I would be happy. Because I would like to see him get in trouble with Ms. A there to scold him and fall with the SC he is leading. Then, it'll be the chance of the presidents to take over their positions and lead. I wonder what it'll be like to have a kill-joy bastard leading the SC, what would be "fun"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to save my falcon punch for the attention-seeking person til the end of the year. That's one hell of my goal before I graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;E-x-t-r-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/9888/n373.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://img196.imageshack.us/img196/6203/sasusaku7.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/2998/sasusaku11.png&gt;&lt;img src=http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/6525/sasusaku13.png&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the coping up with the subjects week. Because of a handicap in class participation because of that bitch, I did my best in quizzes to pull up my grades. He's a great hindrance to my performance in class and if he knows it, then good job but if doesn't, then fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for this year is to get higher grades, get the academic scholarship and pass UP D and ADMU. I have the determination until some hindrances occurred on which I'm trying to adjust into. There's no way that a gay prideful boy like that will suddenly change right? So expect for the worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of adjustments, there are shocking things that happened in our class. Since there are four of us, we don't expect that we can run away from the responsibilities anymore. So, to show how burdened we are already, I'll show our current positions as of the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin- Temporary Governing Body President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian- COMELEC head, Photography Club member, Class Secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise- (I think mine is the worst) Class President, Class Vice President/Parliament, CAT Commanding Officer, Team Captain, Photography Club member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is blacklisted so don't ask why I only put three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing for me to brag. Getting into a high position to several things is not my goal this year. I can't even imagine how one person with this many positions can manage. I think I would even get lazier because there's so much job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST is not part of my top 5 goals but if I'll have a chance then I'll try cause Mr. Carl said so (^^) I love him so much. LOL. Yesterday, I met with Aina to rant and I was texting Mr. Carl and Kriselle to rant also. Thank you so much! *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Extra: Hongo Kanata|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sjy-50uQqMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/csSFeq4RMNs/s1600-h/Kanata_Hongo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sjy-50uQqMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/csSFeq4RMNs/s320/Kanata_Hongo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349360358023801026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still very thin, I hope he gets more nutrients and be buff like Yuu Shirota. But, I still love him &lt;3 XP Once sembreak starts, I'm planning to go to Quiapo and buy several live dramas with Hongo Kanata and I want to buy the DVD of his movie, "Goth" *fangirls* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-559569824911016247?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/559569824911016247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=559569824911016247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/559569824911016247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/559569824911016247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/drama-week.html' title='Drama Week'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sjy-50uQqMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/csSFeq4RMNs/s72-c/Kanata_Hongo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-3561321044913055780</id><published>2009-06-14T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:30:53.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Quitting Cosplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/3702/angelstarkaos018.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was on stand by since April. LOL. I stated the general reasons on my previous blogs why I will have to declare a temporary cosplay hiatus, but to summarize those reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Lack of money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very understandable, I ain't rich.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Being a senior student of MARIA MONTESSORI SCHOOL means treasuring weekends to rest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two days to rest and recharge are my only treasures. Also, I will be serious about school for my last year, I can't let cosplay pressures (money for costume, plans, getting the costume done, buying wigs and contacts, making props, whatever) bother me only for this year. Friends from school and cosplay would probably not understand, but at least try understand me only for this year, this is what I want and I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Trauma over the Php2410 I wasted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reason takes up a lot of part. Only I cared for what happened to the money. When I saved up my money for that wig, I totally repressed myself from buying things that I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt;. I was traumatized so much. I can't even say wig out loud, I don't even want to talk about wigs anymore. I can't even touch the box that has the wig at home. And the worst of all, I can't tell my parents about it cause they will have to force me to quit. They knew how I saved up for the money. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I actually thought of permanently quitting but I guess this is the first learning, and I must remember this trauma when I cosplay in the future. Besides, I'm planning to save up money for the things I need for college. I'll live alone in a different place and I'll need a lot of things. I think this year is the time for me to worry about my personal wants.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I still like cosplay but the things above came in simultaneously that I have to make this decision. I missed Toycon, the last convention that I can possibly attend, so that means, it's time for me to ignore cosplay for a while. My plans are on hold and all I can do is help my friends with their plans.  This may not apply for the whole year if I've got plenty of reasons to cosplay during the hectic days of my senior year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|And speaking of cosplay|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, there's a big drama in the cosplay community involving all cosplayers vs. the owner of this &lt;a href="http://pinoycosplay.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GT has a point that most cosplayers are now bastardizing cosplay, but it doesn't mean he's completely right. He has a lot of reasons, some of them are true but I don't agree with some. And it's not quite right that he features fail cosplayers...well, unless that they deserve being treated like that because of their rude personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't elaborate more since I actually don't care that much anymore. But, learn to embrace humanity for once, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|EXTRA: Yolkler as Allen Walker|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjSKr4fKabI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M_OjabM0GCQ/s1600-h/145450a15d3fd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjSKr4fKabI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M_OjabM0GCQ/s320/145450a15d3fd5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347051144097720754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This post is certified as a full cosplay post. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-3561321044913055780?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/3561321044913055780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=3561321044913055780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3561321044913055780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/3561321044913055780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/temporarily-quitting-cosplay.html' title='Temporarily Quitting Cosplay'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjSKr4fKabI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M_OjabM0GCQ/s72-c/145450a15d3fd5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7602872147851898778</id><published>2009-06-12T02:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:29:18.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Classes '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/1984/angelstarkaos009.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day. I didn't sleep well because my sister was so noisy. So definitely, my day didn't turn out awesome. I didn't feel a tint of excitement, it was just like going back to &lt;i&gt;"school"&lt;/i&gt;  from a sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was boring...well, because the subjects are really bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFR_dvj8mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bDt1J3AWYaM/s1600-h/IMG0296A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFR_dvj8mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bDt1J3AWYaM/s320/IMG0296A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346144383423214178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics would definitely be the worst subject of the year. One is because of my dislike over the teacher and second, is the individual Investigative Research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TLE is another pain. Another boring year because our topic is Entrepreneurship which we took several times already. TLE in HS is really not worth remembering, we never did fun things in at least one school year. We only did entrepreneurship and electronics for the past 4 years *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP surprised me a lot. Since the HS department is going to be considered an international school soon (which I hope will not happen this year or I'll have to endure another year of HS), the AP classes are now in English. And it was decided that we'll also have Anthropology classes *sigh sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next days, I met with the other teachers of different subjects. A lot of things gave me shock...as in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. All year levels in high school are combined already in PE. I don't want to be combined though, there are too many people &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. The juniors and seniors are combined and I don't like the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT...our class is struggling &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects that are making me happy are only Filipino, Math and Literature. I'm bored with the rest of the subjects. I wish those subjects will rot and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm elected as kaichou(president) of the class. It wasn't an intense election but it's more of an arranged thing already. In fact, we did the election in less than five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, it was really awesome that I had a meeting with Ms. Alcantara(School Head) and she mistook me as the SC representative. So, I'm not legally a SC representative so more work has to stay away from me until the next month. For now, I have to work on my reviews and IR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I thought that I'm not going to do it but I really didn't touch the computer for 2 days DX I guess I would have to freeze my Plurk karma soon XD I'm starting to like my new bag, it can fit anything because it's really deep and spacious XDD And the name of my bag is Blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|EXTRA: KWMS Volume 7 cover|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFX5sXRJgI/AAAAAAAAAig/hBDyYgq6dFk/s1600-h/maid07_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFX5sXRJgI/AAAAAAAAAig/hBDyYgq6dFk/s320/maid07_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346150881338402306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with Ayyah today to trade DVDs and we talked about random things. I shall thank her for bluetooth-ing me awesome KWMS images. I discovered another thing from her: That Misaki has a deep liking for neckties. LOL. She drew me an Allen Walker in my steno notebook which is vandalized by different people in school, and she added into the Vandalizers-of-Louise's-Notebook organization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFZpnTV7-I/AAAAAAAAAio/jjtuuNJRtic/s1600-h/P6121279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFZpnTV7-I/AAAAAAAAAio/jjtuuNJRtic/s320/P6121279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346152804125110242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 3:23 A.M. I have to sleep now. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7602872147851898778?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7602872147851898778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7602872147851898778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7602872147851898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7602872147851898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-week-of-classes-09.html' title='First Week of Classes &apos;09'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SjFR_dvj8mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/bDt1J3AWYaM/s72-c/IMG0296A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2258106024133696732</id><published>2009-06-08T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:18:57.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Out to War: Summer '09 Evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/7499/angelstarkaos025.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typing this blog is making me sob TT^TT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Accomplished Tasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read Manga [Kaichou wa Maid-sama, Minami Haruka Mangas, Faster than a Kiss, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, My Barbaric Girlfriend]&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch Anime [Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Lovely Complex Movie, Zombie Loan, Junjou Romantica II, D. Gray Man]&lt;br /&gt;3. Fanfictions [Chapter 14 of Sweet Harmony, Borrowed Time]&lt;br /&gt;4. Hang-outs [Apryl's b-day, SM Group Study, Group Study @ my House, Anniversary/Despedida, Scholars Despedida, 2nd IU Meet, Ozinefest]&lt;br /&gt;5. Youth for Christ [Camp, Covenant, New Tons of Friends &lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;6. New Accounts [Livejournal, Mangabullet, Deviantart]&lt;br /&gt;7. Layout Construction [Multiply, Livejournal, Blogspot]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;+Unaccomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear Euphemia Costume for Once&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping Earlier&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch Cowboy Bebop and Gintama&lt;br /&gt;4. F10 reunion (but I'm hoping to have one soon!! Knowing that Kathleen talked to me about this, LOL! Probably after UPCAT? Spare me for being left behind TT^TT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Unexpected Bad Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MOST&lt;br /&gt;2. College Entrance Exam Review&lt;br /&gt;3. Transfer of Kathryn and the rest of the scholars&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll have classes tomorrow and it's aggravating. Even though it looks like I have more accomplished heroic things, this summer is still…blargh~ Come to think of it, I haven't slept enough! Not accomplishing that simple task annihilates all my successful tasks &gt;.&lt; But next summer, just you wait and see, my mind's already prepared for the first few blogs I'll post after school ends (Mainly about ending my HS Life, the memories ekek, and it makes me feel excited, I feel that those posts will turn out beautiful) Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will give up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay. Another year of hiatus, but this time I would prepare myself emotionally to how people in cosplay would react. I said in my previous blog that if I'll have &lt;b&gt;Free Time&lt;/b&gt;, but thinking of the preparation means that so much time would be used. So, my definitive response, I will not cosplay this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime. I sob for this. It's hard for me not to be updated so please update me of new animes and mangas that I'll have to list down to watch and read for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADAM. This is leisure time with friends after class. I don't think that we'll have anymore because I as a senior would be someone who will run to different meetings after classes. And if I'll be free, I won't use it for SADAM either, but I'll use it to work on assignments or to discuss some lessons I didn't understand with the teacher. As you now, our school of all schools gives the mountain of assignments in one day and I AM NOT KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet. This is probably one of the reasons why I stay up so late to work for school stuff. So, I'm planning to let my sister handle all my accounts especially Plurk. This is the biggest challenge for me…not touching the computer for an entire week. Friday to Sunday are the cut off dates of my internet abstinence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Conclusion: I'll totally be a cold, kill joy bastard. Yes, I SHALL suppress thyself from pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I would take things seriously. That's my ultimate goal this year. Take things seriously to strive much better. Completely NO FUN THINGS for me. But despite the hard work, I hope my material needs would be given to me this year to aid me in working. Also, I hope that despite all these hard works, everything will pay off. And I'll be successful on my last year of high school to the extent that I can be certified as a Montessorian Survivor. Even though most part of the year would be full of hell weeks, I will make sure that the graduation and my achievements would surpass even the hellest of times. I would give my best, so watch my back as I set out =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|EXTRA: DUN DUN DUN|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0PoV06WlI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8i7ns_CREzU/s1600-h/mukuro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0PoV06WlI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8i7ns_CREzU/s320/mukuro2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344945518486903378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this post is full of lengthy words DX 8059 is awesome XD I'm neutral for 6927 and D18 is love &lt;3 XDD I just found this picture awesome for some reasons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2258106024133696732?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2258106024133696732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2258106024133696732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2258106024133696732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2258106024133696732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/setting-out-to-war-summer-09-evaluation.html' title='Setting Out to War: Summer &apos;09 Evaluation'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0PoV06WlI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8i7ns_CREzU/s72-c/mukuro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-4522802916975082191</id><published>2009-06-08T19:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:04:10.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valenzuela Trip and Last HS Student Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/700/angelstarkaos027.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Valenzuela Trip|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was dragged out of my bed early in the morning. Our family and other relatives are supposed to go to a resort in Valenzuela to formally celebrate my grandfather's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 6:30 or something, then I was really dragged out of bed. It was hard for me to move around, eat, take a bath and do more things that doesn't require sleeping. Then my mom suddenly told me things that made me upset and angry because of my laziness. I was really angry I didn't talk to anyone. Anyone can't imagine how pissed of I was this morning. The Sasuke &lt;i&gt;isnabero&lt;/i&gt; aura was within me for the rest of the day just because of stupid opinions using the wrong words. But I'm still glad that I was still able to put up a face in front of them or I'll be in shame rest of the reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Siz_VAmtlSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6r0IpTAnDdU/s1600-h/IMG0288A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Siz_VAmtlSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6r0IpTAnDdU/s200/IMG0288A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344927594186642722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is private and I was still pissed. I just frowned at the lotus and the swimming pool. I love the lotuses there, they reminded me of Kanda. Another thing I'm upset about, I left my camera because they rushed a person like me who didn't even prepare a single underwear to wear the day before the outing. I packed up for 2 minutes and I'm glad that I was able to bring the things I ought to bring. So I used the crappy camera of my phone. And speaking of phones, I was in a place in a middle of a wide farm and I didn't have load to text anyone to help me and fetch me from Valenzuela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0Dqpj8EfI/AAAAAAAAAho/R5j5FR9sz4I/s1600-h/IMG0291A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0Dqpj8EfI/AAAAAAAAAho/R5j5FR9sz4I/s200/IMG0291A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344932364004626930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept comfortably in a hut alone and I didn't plan to go away from the hut to show a very peaceful face. When my cousin, the closest one, arrived, I decided to swim. I didn't enjoy it at first because my mood is still terrible. I practiced individual medley because I was really pissed, but later on, my mood started to clear up and I was able to lolz again. Seeing it as a chance to copy Ryohei's swimming form, I tried doing it! XDD ROTFL! I don't look like a &lt;i&gt;butete&lt;/i&gt; or an octopus, my cousin told me I'm like a frog! XDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0F3A6Nq0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/l8y1zP38_YI/s1600-h/IMG0295A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0F3A6Nq0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/l8y1zP38_YI/s200/IMG0295A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344934775453756226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that we left early. I encountered an accident right in front me on the way back. A truck's tire exploded right in front of our car and I was in front. Seeing that things aren't that serious, I didn't mind it that much anymore. The streets we passed through were flooded. My muscles sore after the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;i&gt;Last&lt;/i&gt; HS Student Orientation|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long day on which I must thank Ayyah for a bit because she suspended our meeting. I woke up 8 A.M to do some more things I have to finish for the orientation and submission of UPCAT form. Being hardheaded as I always am, I watched the latest episode of KHR and I watched again the first appearance of Sasuke in Naruto Shippuuden (LOL. I'm studying Sasuke and Sakura's personalities and I just want to see their interactions again) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0IrDLbvoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kXcBdzqwbGU/s1600-h/P6081284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0IrDLbvoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kXcBdzqwbGU/s320/P6081284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344937868439305858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Festival to buy the bag then hurried to ATC to avoid being late for a very important day. The rain made things hard for me, ahhgrh~ I would like it if the rain will stop when I'm commuting. I witnessed another accident, this time with a truck and motorcycle. The truck almost run over the motorcycle DX Everything went nicely and I'm happy XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0IrEowDPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/K92gBF3kRzw/s1600-h/P6081292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0IrEowDPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/K92gBF3kRzw/s320/P6081292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344937868830706930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our random icebreaker, my hyperness leveled up and I randomly asked questions to the person who'll do a mistake during the game XD I remembered asking them, "Why did you choose Montessori?", "Why did you decide to stay here?", LOL. It's like I'm extracting their brain to spat out the answer I would like to hear XD The game ended early, that was sad because I prepared some random questions in my brain such as, "What is your purpose in life?" and "What is your goal in life?" (Sasugay moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0IrTNBylI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hFdIkVLSM08/s1600-h/P6081304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Si0IrTNBylI/AAAAAAAAAiI/hFdIkVLSM08/s320/P6081304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344937872740960850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity ended with a tour and I was able to see our class's new room. It's kinda sad to look at but I guess that's how things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired today DXX And actually, right now, I'm pissed off again because I'm really tired but the people around me are really annoying and stupid. I mean I look more than just the usual pissed off Louise but what the hell are they doing telling me to do something for them when I'm saying that I'm doing something and I'm not available?! Really, these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-4522802916975082191?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/4522802916975082191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=4522802916975082191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4522802916975082191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/4522802916975082191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/valenzuela-trip-and-last-hs-student.html' title='Valenzuela Trip and Last HS Student Orientation'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Siz_VAmtlSI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6r0IpTAnDdU/s72-c/IMG0288A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-8321527447646385449</id><published>2009-06-06T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:39:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ Writer's Block 1.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/6248/angelstarkaos015.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you think that animals feel regret?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to like the LJ Writer's Block portion. I'm not expecting this kind of question to suddenly be included there especially that it's like a coincidence that these past few days, I'm thinking of justice for animals. Shoot me if you want for posting such a silly post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SingIHDgDaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WLUE84qg2nc/s1600-h/5420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SingIHDgDaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WLUE84qg2nc/s320/5420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344048862789111202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started choking when I eat meat...especially chicken meat a few months ago. Because while eating, I was thinking of a live chicken. I used to play with chickens before. LOL. And that's when I thought that it's really not fair for animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how animals feel, but I just think that they feel the same as how humans feel...in a way that they'll feel tired when they work hard, they will feel scared if they witness a fellow animal getting killed, they'll be hungry and thirsty, they'll be happy when they see their masters, they'll be disappointed when the masters ignore them (That's my case with my dogs). But I think regret is not part of their capacity of thinking. They're satisfied by the small things that make them happy and make them survive. They're positive about life...unlike humans DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only meat never existed, I would love the world with all I've got. I don't like how horses are used for transportation *points at Divisoria* and I don't like how animals are killed for the sake of humans. If only men thought about this injustice a long time ago when people are just starting to eat meat *sigh* then meat eating wouldn't have to be in existence for this long. At the first place, humans are created to take care of animals...not use them to live. God created vegetables for humans and animals, and he did not intend both races to eat each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaossu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-8321527447646385449?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/8321527447646385449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=8321527447646385449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/8321527447646385449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/8321527447646385449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/lj-writers-block-10.html' title='LJ Writer&apos;s Block 1.0'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SingIHDgDaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WLUE84qg2nc/s72-c/5420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-969090478174255680</id><published>2009-06-05T16:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:43:49.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Morose Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/682/angelstarkaos008.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|I'm admitted to 4th year...How awesome -.-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes will start on June 9. A few more days 'til I start my long nightmare. So, since nothing fun is scheduled on my calendar, I will start posting morose posts with less images but with extra ultimate picture spammages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SijePcFQNwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Rxj4fPiaJhs/s1600-h/IMG0287A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SijePcFQNwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Rxj4fPiaJhs/s320/IMG0287A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343765314692724482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my admission card last Wednesday and my UP form was filled up already. I'm going to take BS Psychology. It's all thanks to Jaytee-nee for telling me the difference between BA and BS XD Reviews are freaking me out. I haven't reviewed science and I'm really starting to worry. I hope that there will be suspensions once classes started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go school supplies shopping tomorrow, who wants to come? XD LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Hospital|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Alabang Medical Center since June 3 after the orientation meeting until yesterday night. To share some randomness, here are several things I like about hospitals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Food&lt;br /&gt;2. Empty self-operated elevator. It's perfect for horror scenes XDD&lt;br /&gt;3. Empty corridors&lt;br /&gt;4. Around the hospital are food places and 7-eleven&lt;br /&gt;5. TV with cables&lt;br /&gt;6. Vending machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if a lot of people were worried about &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; getting hospitalized. Actually it wasn't me who was hospitalized, it was my grandfather who had trouble breathing. He's okay now and we even celebrated his birthday yesterday at the hospital XD Thank you for the text messages and tags =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I might be hospitalized soon DX and that will be anytime during a school day *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Extra: SasuSaku Spammage|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SijkPpl8CRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Gk2NEbVKat8/s1600-h/sasusaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SijkPpl8CRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Gk2NEbVKat8/s320/sasusaku.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343771915389241618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY SASUSAKU FEVER IS BACK!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He shifted his position, resting the back of his hand against his forehead. There was some time to kill it would seem. Creasing his forehead in irritation, Sasuke willingly thought about the one person that, ironically enough, never once crossed his mind while he was here before.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=right&gt;- &lt;u&gt;Little Piece of Heaven&lt;/u&gt; by Leanne Ashley&lt;/p align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is perfect for that story! It pawns like RAWWR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this extra portion would usually appear when a post will not satisfy me with only words and less pictures...whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-969090478174255680?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/969090478174255680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=969090478174255680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/969090478174255680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/969090478174255680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-of-morose-posts.html' title='Start of Morose Posts'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SijePcFQNwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Rxj4fPiaJhs/s72-c/IMG0287A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1490027009546847167</id><published>2009-05-28T19:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:11:00.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second IU Meet Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/7819/angelstarkaos002.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started in a bad way. I was forced to wake up to ask money from my dad before he leaves. But after that, I wasn't able to sleep again. I haven't slept peacefully for the past few days and the result will always be the sluggish Louise. I get tired easily DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late. Might as well say I got lost in the road of life. My reasons are acceptable though, I didn't make some lame-ass excuses. LOL. First, I wasn't aware of the meeting schedule, I thought it would be after lunch but it's actually in the morning. I "woke" up 10 AM and Ayyah texted me the meeting would be by 10:30 AM. Second, my mom insisted that I eat before I leave because of the dangerous amount of money I have. I almost puked after I ate my lunch, my body can't take a big amount of food. Third, when I came out from the bathroom after taking a bath, my mom started a little argument with me about my attire. I wanted to wear jeans under my shirt-dress but my mom wants me to wear leggings because jeans doesn't go well with the shirt-dress. In my opinion, Leggings=Formality and I don't want to be formal in an event that is not formal. But at the end, I ended up agreeing with them and I was pissed on the way to SM Southmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6CMZvBT8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/mtByGTdqDZA/s1600-h/P5281298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6CMZvBT8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/mtByGTdqDZA/s320/P5281298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340849357686132674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that I might get lost again. I got kind of lost there once. I met up with Ayyah, Kriselle and Colleen at Comic Alley. It's been years since I bought something from a Comic Alley Store XD I bought a Code Geass and Soul Eater poster and it was immediately posted when I got home XD LOL We were so loud in Comic Alley, we squealed about some animes and talk about some things XD I'm awesomized by the Soul Eater thing they have there (watch, keychain, and Soul's headband), also the Kuroshitsuji things, Comic Alley in Festival doesn't have those things DX &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6GIO0BMwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4aceOGIsOXk/s1600-h/P5281264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6GIO0BMwI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4aceOGIsOXk/s320/P5281264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340853684081341186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Storyland/Tom's World/Quantum I saw the dancing machine again XD The last time I tried that was during a convention. We all failed, LOL. the machine even flashed in the screen "You are Loser" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6HNFIyq0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Gw-FldabMB8/s1600-h/P5281270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6HNFIyq0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Gw-FldabMB8/s320/P5281270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340854866895088450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed straight to the food court. While Aina, Ayyah and Colleen were buying their lunch, Kriselle and I stayed. We rummaged Ayyah's bag without her knowing about it (Sorry XD) and I cheerfully decoded every stuffs I saw in her bag *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6H_qhY3yI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gpsckENvHxg/s1600-h/P5281276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6H_qhY3yI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gpsckENvHxg/s320/P5281276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340855735923826466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to random places. We went to this booksale place, then back to foodcourt, then to Dunkin Donuts to celebrate XD Kriselle and Ayyah got their brains terrorized by the computations of the muffins while Aina, Colleen and I were talking about college XD When we had received the muffins and the drinks, we started our celebration. Each of us had several wishes and I wished for two not-so-cheesy wishes. One, for most members of IU to pass the college of their choice. As far as I know, most of us are HS seniors. &lt;s&gt;And I can't wait to be the main character in Colleen's movie. LOL&lt;/s&gt; Second, when most of us will be in college, the IU meet location must be held in Enchated Kingdom &lt;3 So IU peeps, most of us will be in college soon, so better ask for permission already *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6Ka3dWqEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_f0U0Z7Ld4A/s1600-h/P5281295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6Ka3dWqEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_f0U0Z7Ld4A/s320/P5281295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340858402276288578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to quantum to use up all our coins and we failed again miserably. We asked a dude to take a picture of us and tada- Group Picture of the Sabogs! We went home safely and my condition got even worse, I feel exhausted. The day was very fun even though I was really out of energy. I hope my EK dream would come true &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-1490027009546847167?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1490027009546847167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1490027009546847167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1490027009546847167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1490027009546847167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-iu-meet-anniversary.html' title='Second IU Meet Anniversary'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh6CMZvBT8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/mtByGTdqDZA/s72-c/P5281298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1466889236674635542</id><published>2009-05-27T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:23:26.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida for Montessori Scholars</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/8173/angelstarkaos026.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started last night when I had an overtime study period because the word problems in Aina's Math reviewer made me go RAWRRR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I decided to sleep, I tried continuing my Chapter 2 but I failed [Writer's Block is attacking once again] so I ended up reading Leanne Ashley's &lt;i&gt;Little Piece of Heaven&lt;/i&gt;. That story never failed to amuse me, I'm inspired by the way she writes and how un-OOC the characters are (except for Neji probably). When I realized it was 3:15 in the morning, I decided to stop since my sister will wake up by 4. I thought that I can sleep peacefully after tiring my eyes but I was wrong, I wasn't able to sleep at all. The real insomnia's attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "woke" up 8:45 in the morning and watched D. Gray Man. Allen is really awesome and Road Kamelot's dubber is really amazing. I like how she says, "Bookman~" XDD I'm late for anything (hangouts, meetings, etc.) as usual and my excuse is the scary thunders that randomly came while I was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1Us5d_voI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JIK9bWRqwyQ/s1600-h/P5271262+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1Us5d_voI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JIK9bWRqwyQ/s320/P5271262+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340517863448886914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with everyone in Greenwich. The hangout for today is...I think...a despedida for the Montessori Scholars who will transfer to other schools. I'm a close friend of them and it's really sad that there won't be anyone left who I can cry on during school days T.T Anyways, there was this hot-looking waiter who looks like my sempai, Migs Potenciano. I was surprised that they have the same personality, LOL. There was another waiter who dropped my camera. He looks really freaked out after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1WghP5L_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/VgNz1FJGDkk/s1600-h/P5271272+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1WghP5L_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/VgNz1FJGDkk/s320/P5271272+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519849812111346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Karaoke next. We reserved the biggest room in X site. It was awesome, I did not sing but I listened properly to the people who sang XD And while I was listening to them, my ever-so-awesome text mate Kristy is making me go lolz all over again. And also, Muken (Ayyah) made a bit depressed when she announced that she's not coming to IU Meet TT.TT (Darn you Muken DX Beh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1XarlJhTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lyu6tR2d9ic/s1600-h/P5271278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1XarlJhTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lyu6tR2d9ic/s320/P5271278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340520849018029362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the racing area. It was my first time to try that and it was actually really fun XD The picture above is the Kuya showing his manly skills in racing with a different position stlye XD We karaoked again, rode the bump cars and then decided to eat. I miss Mcdo's Oreo Fudge (Random) It's all thanks to Liz who made this hangout possible XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is very tiring. My mind is set to review today to avenge myself against those word problems in Math but my hand is in a bad condition DX It's probably because of texting, I texted a lot today DX Tomorrow, another hangout, this time with my IU peeps! I wish a lot of people can come and Muken will suddenly have a surprise appearance. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Extra: Dear Kaichou wa Maid-sama Scanlators for Chapter 34 in Mangafox|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my rudeness for not having consideration over your hard work to translate Chapter 34. As far as I know, 2 Scanlation Groups already posted the Chapter 34 in Mangafox BUT none of you did the Usui and Hinata scene right. Usui isn't suppose to say "Tsk" but he's supposed to say, "Woof" or "Arf" and Hinata...I don't know but all I know is that, that part with Usui is not right. I already knew the detailed story of the future stories from Tatsukida and I guess that detailed story is more proper than the scanlated chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that you are doing bad. I thank you for posting as early as you can but my concern is, please don't change their actual lines especially Usui's. I don't want to see a super OOC Usui in the future scanlated chapters. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-1466889236674635542?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1466889236674635542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1466889236674635542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1466889236674635542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1466889236674635542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/05/despedida-for-montessori-scholars.html' title='Despedida for Montessori Scholars'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sh1Us5d_voI/AAAAAAAAAgA/JIK9bWRqwyQ/s72-c/P5271262+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6123072221548876234</id><published>2009-05-20T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:58:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary and the Day after</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/1963/angelstarkaos003.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Anniversary|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19. Kriselle and I celebrated our 2nd Anniversary. Ayyah and Aina celebrated with us. I was super late because I nearly fainted after I ate my lunch. I headed straight to Puregold and we talked about random things XD Then, Karaoke time!! Karaoke is really fun and I hope someday, the karaoke machines will be upgraded to much more awesome one like the karaoke machines in Japan. The one that has a stage with awesome lights XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQEm8TXkFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zqs7UoW6hlQ/s1600-h/P5191157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQEm8TXkFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zqs7UoW6hlQ/s320/P5191157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896525409783890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first TT^TT and it took me a long time to choose a song. Then when I asked them for a fun song, Muken told me Picha Pie. LOL. Even though I barely know the tone, I still sang it XDD Aina is the new champion! Woot! Everytime she sings, Kriselle, Muken and I will do the nosebleed gesture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQF4q6wiKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/R4TTHGDaiSQ/s1600-h/P5191184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQF4q6wiKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/R4TTHGDaiSQ/s320/P5191184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337897929492433058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is Aina's "Nangigigil Mode" XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group song is the best! Our first song was Famous Last Words and we are so screamo when we sang it. I think the people in the other rooms got annoyed at us. Our second song was Doo bi Doo, which is much more screamo!! LOL. Our last song was Buttercup and it's a normal song ;P &lt;s&gt;I want us to do My Heroine&lt;/s&gt; Our throats hurt after. In my case, my whole energy was drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQHQbsYiNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FdPKkViTPps/s1600-h/P5191199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQHQbsYiNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FdPKkViTPps/s320/P5191199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337899437234096338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Dunkin Donuts and I was disappointed by how it looks now. Aina went home early and the rest stayed. We looked at the DVDs and we saw Prince of Tennis live drama in Chinese. We are naming the actors who are playing the characters, then we had this awesome argument of the person playing Eiji. I'm sure that it's the dude with bandaid! That's him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home. Our anniversary/despedida did not end the day. There was something depressing that made me really...despair. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|The Next Day...|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my mom's birthday today XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in fainting mode this morning and it got even worse when my Dad came back home which means I have to cook for the two of us =.= I watched Code Geass because I feel like seeing Euphemia. LOL. I received a text from Kriselle about the "assasination"(from Ayyah), I went to Festival to buy cake then proceeded to Kriselle's house. I arrived at 3:30 and they will leave 4:00, LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by Kurt like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Kurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kurt:&lt;/b&gt;*looks at me* [He's using the computer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Nakikilala mo pa ba ako? &lt;i&gt;Do you still remember me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kurt:&lt;/b&gt; *ignores me and resumed back to what he is doing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; *0* &lt;i&gt;W-w-HWATTT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday when I was teasing him about pink briefs. But now, TT^TT Wow, I sound like an old pervert *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQKm6zcbZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0wuw-yzPwCI/s1600-h/P5201201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQKm6zcbZI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0wuw-yzPwCI/s320/P5201201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903122077216146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring anything fun but when I arrived, Kriselle gladly showed me her laptop full of yaoi goodness XD Ayyah opened her files and I told her to open Child Epicurean, an intense yaoi manga. She did and she nosebleeded on page 1. LOL. Kriselle and I were laughing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQLdNzmsyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8Kj-y1jqphc/s1600-h/P5201206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQLdNzmsyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8Kj-y1jqphc/s320/P5201206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904054891098914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayyah didn't leave the laptop, until someone came in and we panicked. LOL. This is the horror of reading yaoi mangas. We left soon and walked back to the boundary. It was very hot but I enjoyed the walk XD I'm excited for the IU Meet, I hope Ayyah and Kriselle &lt;s&gt;and I&lt;/s&gt; will come XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQMT_Pw3lI/AAAAAAAAAf4/dJMI4nPC6fY/s1600-h/P5201207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQMT_Pw3lI/AAAAAAAAAf4/dJMI4nPC6fY/s320/P5201207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904995875479122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home, I was excited for food but my gum hurt much more. Then when worse comes to worst, there was a sudden blackout. So we ended up with a candlelight dinner. I want to eat more cakes but my gum hurts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, MOMMY! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-6123072221548876234?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/6123072221548876234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=6123072221548876234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6123072221548876234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6123072221548876234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/05/anniversary-and-day-after.html' title='Anniversary and the Day after'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShQEm8TXkFI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zqs7UoW6hlQ/s72-c/P5191157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6277458385391738010</id><published>2009-05-17T10:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:37:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/1939/angelstarkaos004.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is approaching, I have to accept it now. So, my last few blogs will be about happy moments before I go to the sad things. I'll savor the last days of summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to post about the weird dreams I had lately but I decided not to, because that blog post was totally random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98Q8YJByI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zJYaw95BOyE/s1600-h/147249de864f8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98Q8YJByI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zJYaw95BOyE/s320/147249de864f8b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336620713984460578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I camped to YFC. I had a dream that I met Irvy (most beloved cosplayer of mine). On that dream,  we first saw each other when Sian, Dani and I blindly ruined the photoshoot they're having by walking behind  the model who is Irvy. After that encounter, I traveled somewhere and stopped by this store along the highway. I saw Irvy wearing her Roxas costume, so I took that chance to have a photo with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98xYVsgeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/h3BCbyEgcHc/s1600-h/1469217a94a122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98xYVsgeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/h3BCbyEgcHc/s200/1469217a94a122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336621271246209506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98xN3Uz-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/sY7yLxN74so/s1600-h/14844237ee14b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98xN3Uz-I/AAAAAAAAAe4/sY7yLxN74so/s200/14844237ee14b3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336621268434472930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Irvy-sama be my guest today. She's my most favorite female cosplayer in the whole world. You can view her cosplays &lt;a href="http://album.blog.yam.com/irvy"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;  She is really  good in cosplay, she is as friendly as &lt;a href="http://album.blog.yam.com/stayxxxx"&gt;Stay&lt;/a&gt; (LOL. As if I'll know that, but studying their cosplays with different groups and people, and what they do outside cosplay, are enough to assure that they are approachable), she does lolzy and crazy things and she's very admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98Q5zia1I/AAAAAAAAAew/9SDnNM_ZcA4/s1600-h/IMG_8482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98Q5zia1I/AAAAAAAAAew/9SDnNM_ZcA4/s320/IMG_8482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336620713294064466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed back to her KHR cosplays, and as usual, she's not a failure. Aside from cosplay, she's also advertising some dress shops and accessories. The picture above is Irvy in real person. Very outstanding in any aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kriselle! Look for this person when you go to Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Okay, so back to my life…|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Blog Layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog Layout to mark the end of summer. It took me a long time to finish this. I haven't even taken a bath *shot* I combined two layouts and I customized it with all I've got *sigh* The original layouts are screwed, I tell you, especially the alignment *breathes* As you can see, the theme is love. I will not choose this theme if only I found beautiful layouts that I can use with no love theme, but there's none. BUT...I am not in love =.= The only love I can think of is Usui and Misaki, and Minami Haruka's mangas. The sliding thing above came from KWMS, it didn't come from me &lt;s&gt;but I also think of the same *shot* &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canon is playing, you can shut it up if you want. But trust me, listening to it will relax your mind and body. Two days ago, I was really angry and Canon calmed me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Cosplay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I don't want to talk about it *slashes the topic using a sword*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Fanfictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DONE! With Chapter 14 of SH and a new story entitled "Borrowed Time" I rushed the new story and I hope I can type soon. The plot isn't that fixed in my head yet so I guess updating will be a problem. For this year, I will set writing fanfiction as my main hobby during school days, NOT cosplay. I guess the delay of attending cons and the fact that I can't get over the trauma over the Php2410 I wasted are enough to make me hate it for now. I'll make a separate entry about my proclamation of war against cosplay, wait for it. I'm entirely having fun imagining scenes inside my head to put in my stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I finish typing the next chapters of my new story, I would join the challenge in IU community and learn. Until now, I have no idea how to write oneshots T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Extra [The True LOVE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShEPDbqHnUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_eLDvWl5d_g/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ShEPDbqHnUI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_eLDvWl5d_g/s320/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337063585049189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-6277458385391738010?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/6277458385391738010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=6277458385391738010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6277458385391738010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/6277458385391738010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/05/packing-up.html' title='Packing Up'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg98Q8YJByI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zJYaw95BOyE/s72-c/147249de864f8b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7037131177063886859</id><published>2009-05-16T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:09:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels &amp; Demons and New Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/3128/chikasblue38.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was supposed to attend a YFC Team Building Activity on which I chose not to go. I don't want to go for some reasons and my mom didn't want me to go. So, Friday is a totally freedom day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm updated with the latest chapter of KHR already and I REALLY REALLY wish them good luck! They can DID it! I know they can DID! *shot* Another reason why I was happy yesterday is because our whole family watched Angels and Demons together. We got free tickets and I'm absolutely excited to eat Cinema foods; Lately, I've been eating a LOT, I'm afraid to get fat yet afraid to get hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it's obvious of who the real antagonist is. I like how they used the angels as guides. The statues are awesome! I wish to see the Castle of Angels if I get a chance! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg4gM7bPhyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fun_gRlJSAk/s1600-h/P5161140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg4gM7bPhyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fun_gRlJSAk/s320/P5161140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336238014963091234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new glasses also! My last one broke easily so I have to get a new one. it has an identification! It's name is 8609! We went home late and a lot of things bothered me after that awesome malling with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 days, I refused to review and I blame the school for that. I went to school last Wednesday to review and I experienced the most traumatizing self-review ever in my life. Teachers are everywhere and they're noisy, no eating allowed, the water fountain is super far from the library and the review books are brain damaging, especially the science books. The review books are for American students! T-the science review books! One thick MSA books is = one Chemistry book! The water and energy from my brain evaporated and I can't help but just daze in front of me and doodle stuffs from my notebook! Then, I started to feel afraid especially that I got an application form already. If I easily break down like this and so far, I only reviewed Math and English not even attempting to read Science books, I wonder if I'm rightful to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* What would happen to me if I didn't pass those universities? *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7037131177063886859?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7037131177063886859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7037131177063886859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7037131177063886859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7037131177063886859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-demons-and-new-glasses.html' title='Angels &amp; Demons and New Glasses'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sg4gM7bPhyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fun_gRlJSAk/s72-c/P5161140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-2288001187518101483</id><published>2009-05-09T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:29:52.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YFC Covenant and SM Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/6708/chikasblue14.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|YFC Covenant|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing as an active member, I attended my first YFC Covenant at Woodhills Clubhouse last March 5, 2008. When I arrived, as expected, there isn't a lot of people there but I'm glad that I saw acquaintances that time. As I thought, the place isn't the clubhouse I'm thinking XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfrqFxJiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uF-DBm5jlFk/s1600-h/P5060992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfrqFxJiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uF-DBm5jlFk/s320/P5060992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333844906071893538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be a participant but I ended up being a half participant and half service team. Honestly, I don't even know that I'm supposed to be a participant until Mae told me that I am. There were talks and each one of them was not boring…LOL. I listened attentively just so you know! XD During the group discussion, I identified myself as an assistant facilitator (Yes, the heads are not aware that I'm supposed to be a participant) I met this girl who has natural light brown eyes. They're too dazzling. LOL. When I talked to her, I was surprised when she asked me if I'm a model *nosebleed* I asked her why, then she said because of the way I dress, then another person came and told me that I look like an anime character. LOL. I guess there are only a few otakus in youth organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfr16zg5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/bWNtmhHuYpo/s1600-h/P5060995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfr16zg5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/bWNtmhHuYpo/s320/P5060995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333844909247136658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, I invaded Kristy's house in Woodhills along with Chin. I finally saw her awesome drawings! Like what I always say, I can't draw but I'm very very happy when I see real drawings and all I can do is comment on how much I love it &lt;3 When we returned, I watched them skate amazingly. I don't skate and I'm afraid to skate *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfr7GgdgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LFFyICSQDS8/s1600-h/P5061010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfr7GgdgI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LFFyICSQDS8/s320/P5061010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333844910638396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed when I saw a real HepHep! Hooray! Game. It was so much fun to watch. I didn't join but watching them makes happy! And so, after that ice breaker and a reflection, we proceeded to the last two talks. I liked the last talk of Mommy Camille Fermin. Yes, she's my momah 8D I think being separated from the boys is very relaxing…and that time, I found out that I'm one existing sexist. The whole activity ended with a worship :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfsaljK8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/i3tYo3NvalY/s1600-h/P5061023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfsaljK8I/AAAAAAAAAdw/i3tYo3NvalY/s320/P5061023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333844919090097090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, I watched Kuya Mac victimizing everyone's asses as he hit them very hard with a cartolina. I was a victim also TT.TT All of us went home together, one jeep can't fit all of us. It's a new experience and new feeling, I felt happy :) I was tired that day, but knowing that it's my chance to buy a DVD, I checked the DVD stores there and found Kuroshitsuji. I want to buy Vampire Knight also and some other animes but my money isn'e enough for everything. So, at the end, I bought Kuroshitsuji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually undecided if I'll join the Team Building next Friday. Honestly, I don't feel like coming even though my friends are coming especially that it  will be held somewhere far. And the thought of swimming and getting divided to a group doesn't sound okay at all. Plus, I've got free tickets for the premiere of Angels &amp; Demons that day. But knowing those reasons, I still feel  a tint of guilt. I guess I have to hurry up and decide DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|SM Adventure|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone back to school for review since last week, so before this week ended, I decided to review yesterday. When I got there with everything prepared, I smiled at Manong Guard and said that I came there to review. Then, he smiled back at me and said, "There are no teachers today, they're all in a seminar" It took me 3 seconds to absorb what he said. Without any teachers, no rooms are available and that includes the library. So, before my ride left, I chased after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgjnwvH3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/MK4XAxBiCxk/s1600-h/P5081055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgjnwvH3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/MK4XAxBiCxk/s320/P5081055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333845867519483762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was in a hurry so I decided that I'll do the reviewing in SM Las Pinas instead. It was my first time to go there alone so I relied on my direction skills (Do I have that?) . I found the food court and I'm happy that there's only a few people around even if It's nearly lunchtime already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgj_FwI-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/yhZwxU4Er6g/s1600-h/P5081062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgj_FwI-I/AAAAAAAAAeA/yhZwxU4Er6g/s320/P5081062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333845873781646306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reviewed there even though it's quite noisy around.  So, thinking of being in SM a chance to hunt for wig caps, I went to the department store, finding out that they don't even know what that is. Time to eat and when it's me…I usually don't know what to eat. I walked around the place 3 times to find any store with a soup or anything with no rice and meat. It was stupid of me when I noticed that there are more stalls at the other side and finally, I found Goto King &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgj78CmNI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Bh5rVG8PQMI/s1600-h/P5081063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgj78CmNI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Bh5rVG8PQMI/s320/P5081063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333845872935606482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food made me happy that day. It was delicious and it really satisfied me &lt;3  Before I met with Ayyah, I decided to stop by the skating rink to watch. It's been a really long time since I've seen one. It seems like I haven't seen the outside world for a long time. LOL.  I thought that the way out of the mall will be easy but I totally underestimated the situation. I got lost. There are numerous exits but I'm looking at the one with jeeps. After checking 5 exits, I finally found the right one *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgkGi6_rI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xm2I4muJObo/s1600-h/P5081065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgkGi6_rI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xm2I4muJObo/s320/P5081065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333845875783040690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at SM Tunasan by around 2 P.M when we are supposed to meet by 1 P.M. Ayyah was late also XD So, we went to the food court and started exchanging reviewers. I like Kriselle's reviewer more…Ayyah's was quite brain damaging. Of course, aside from that, there were intervals when we suddenly talk about random things. I should thank her for sending me Hibird's Namimori song and Lambo's song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgkAsWhRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UuPWrArERyo/s1600-h/P5081066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWgkAsWhRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UuPWrArERyo/s320/P5081066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333845874211980562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon break, by that time, I was craving for ice cream. Just like during lunch, as long as it's not rice and meat, I'll eat and this time, I only want ice cream. I heard Ayyah's Reborn voice and I can't help but hit her because of the awesomeness. We invited Aina also, she's really smart 0.0 After everything, we decided to have a group study at my house on Tuesday. Excited for that, it will be my first time to have real visitors in my entire life. Kriselle didn't come but…Kriselle, if you are reading this, we were talking about you yesterday *evil laugh* Come with us on Tuesday!! Or else…you'll regret it *evil laugh* Kidding! Oh yeah! I haven't forgotten the lollipop I owe you XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home late with Aina. Ayyah's family came to eat there so Aina and I went home. That's another memorable hang-out for this summer. Next summer, I wish there will be more hangouts like this especially that I will not have to worry about CETs anymore. That ends this blog. Wo, I haven't written a blog for a long time XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-2288001187518101483?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/2288001187518101483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=2288001187518101483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2288001187518101483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/2288001187518101483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/05/yfc-covenant-and-sm.html' title='YFC Covenant and SM Adventure'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SgWfrqFxJiI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uF-DBm5jlFk/s72-c/P5060992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-5298279718630796157</id><published>2009-04-22T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:12:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth for Christ | KaraOKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/519/chikasblue28.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Youth for Christ|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17-18, 2009, I attended the Youth for Christ Camp in Tunasan Elementary School for West 1 Cluster 3 inside our village. This is the first activity of mine this summer to fill out the community-based activity I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I was baptized to YFC but it seems like I didn't like the camp that much and I still don't get the reason why the youth there were so dedicated to God. I did not become an active member and was not planning to be one but this year, I think it's time for me to show up and learn from it. Not only just to take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eErS9bKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LxahXHsXM48/s1600-h/P4170916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eErS9bKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LxahXHsXM48/s320/P4170916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439581148966050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the venue, I was scared. Scared that I have to deal with a lot of people wherein I do not know anyone there, scared that I'll be left out and scared of guys (Cause I'm not used to guys outside school) I saw a group of guys waiting in one area and all I did was ask if they're part of the camp. I isolated myself from them on my own will to deal with the problem of getting the wig that day [Random. I'm supposed to get the wig from Aya that day and I still haven't contacted her] Kuya Jann, the chapter head,  was the one who approached me and introduced me to a lot of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eEymyR2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/jiVnEtkh1o0/s1600-h/P4180984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eEymyR2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/jiVnEtkh1o0/s320/P4180984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439583111169890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Yoko who I'm familiar with. I keep on hearing her from my cousin's stories since I'm batchmates with her in SMIS. Some other people from SMIS were there and I was surprised cause there's really a lot of them. They all know each other and they are so close to each other…all of them.  We had a recollection to discuss the theme of the camp, it's reflection moment for every one. We didn't do anything on the first day so before the real camp for participants, I went home and Clarisse came with me. She's one of the younger people I respect. She has a nice talent and has amazing skill of communication. In other words, she's talkative in a nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eE7CH0KI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yec4JGqZTno/s1600-h/P4170931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eE7CH0KI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yec4JGqZTno/s320/P4170931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439585373311138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants arrived and the service team had their first assembly to determine the groupings and assignments. I was in group 3 and was glad to  be part of that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fKxeVdtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/AhrcSNMPAIg/s1600-h/P4180974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fKxeVdtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/AhrcSNMPAIg/s320/P4180974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327440785398134482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day. Start of bath struggle. It's a good thing the location is just walking distance away from home, so I don’t' have to join in the battle for water and dirty cubicles. The day was a little boring so I slept for the whole day. Anyways, just to show you, the room I'm staying in is the girls quarter [the pic above] LOL. There's lot of people, guys are okay to enter, nobody cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eFDdbxHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lqdgPcWlG_s/s1600-h/P4180986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eFDdbxHI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lqdgPcWlG_s/s320/P4180986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327439587635348594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Otaku-ness was unleashed for a little since I met Kristy and Chin who are anime lovers. The band started to play downstairs as I teach Kristy and Chin how to dance the Hare Hare XD Later on, we went down to watch and I found the band really awesome, they randomly choose songs and can play it impromptu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we, the members had our battle. This is climatic part of all for us who are members. I gained knowledge of the battle from Yoko since I don't know anything that's happening. It's the worship time wherein souls usually are attracted to. Several possession have been experienced in different camp sites and I heard that they feared the location in Victoria(where we stayed) the most because the place is haunted. Yup that is true even during school days, I heard rumors of students getting possessed.  That's actually a big secret from the participants. When I entered, I really felt cold things kind of touching me, I felt goose bumps but I wasn't scared. We sung and reflected with all we've got and we are glad that nothing bad happened. Everyone was crying in joy after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a night party. My camera died that time so it sucks. It was a lot of fun. There's supposed to be a bonfire but there seemed to be a problem, so there wasn't any bonfire. We were just rocking the whole night, it was so much fun and I actually saw a shooting star XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fK2WQHuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OAsmYn4a6FA/s1600-h/P4191026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fK2WQHuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OAsmYn4a6FA/s320/P4191026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327440786706407138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Day. I went home to eat and take a bath. Only a few hours left and I can go home. This happens all the time, when I'm on the last day, it's the time I get the courage to lolz with random people. I just watched the participants and actually cried on their last talk. They're supposed to be the one to feel it but I think the reflection really hit me T.T The pic above shows the last activity of the participants, they're crying and I'm also in tears while taking the picture. It's such an awesome moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ditch the event early since no acquaintance of mine will be left. I thanked a lot of people before I left and promised that as much as I can, I'll attend the activities for YFC. The people are nice and new learning is what I usually get from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from the camp. I mean as much as what I learn from school, it's teaching me a lot. This is only the activity that makes me look back, reflect and cry. Even though I know that learning will stay only for a short time, I will not forget the feeling and thought I got out of a simple reflection. This is not all just about boring religion stuffs. Questioning God is still there but when you get to learn the different lives and experiences of the people in YFC, you would believe God in some way. As I said, it's not boring, this is the cool way to deal with religion and God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|KaraOKE|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random activity Ayyah invited me to join. I haven't fully recovered my sleep from YFC so I was a little bored of myself. I want to hangout as much as I can because I'm scared that these things will not happen anymore. Apryl and Arah were the people who planned and I randomly joined in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fLNia0HI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-IPQm9CfJx4/s1600-h/P4201062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fLNia0HI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-IPQm9CfJx4/s320/P4201062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327440792931455090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late because the STOP button of the DVD player is too hard  *nose gets longer* while I was watching Gakuen Alice. I met with them in Mcdo and it's nice to see everyone again. We watched Dragonball Evolution. It was awesome that it kept me laughing all throughout…&lt;S&gt;is that supposed to be a compliment?&lt;/S&gt; We went to Comic Alley and Kriselle isn't still ready to enter even though the ate wasn't there. I saw The Machine Girl!! That's a gory movie I wanted to watch and I was *0* when I saw that it's available there 8D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fLPv4O2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cpn9QYw4ODA/s1600-h/P4201104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7fLPv4O2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Cpn9QYw4ODA/s320/P4201104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327440793524779874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Karaoke which is awesome. Kriselle got the best score! And I just lolzed with all I've got. Apryl got Kyla's voice~ ohohoho! They went home after that while Ayyah and I stayed until 7 or 8 P.M there. I finally brought the contact lens solution! Woot! We were talking about KWMS because it’s so much addicting and the scenario that she gave me really troubled me a lot to the extent that my muse of FF returned. It's nice that I'm hearing stuffs from her and I discovered something that day. The fact that I'm always peaceful with Ayyah is because we have the same thoughts all the time. *shot* She's really my twin~ haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely at my limit that day. My body will not function anymore if I force myself to watch any of the DVDs I borrowed  but when I got home, it was brownout so while I was doing something school-related stuff, I was listening to the KWMS drama CD. Misaki is awesome as always but Usui's voice didn't meet my expectation but it’s okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next days, my body is very tired that it's overpowering my want to review, surf the internet and watch animes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-5298279718630796157?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/5298279718630796157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=5298279718630796157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5298279718630796157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5298279718630796157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/04/youth-for-christ-karaoke.html' title='Youth for Christ | KaraOKE'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Se7eErS9bKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LxahXHsXM48/s72-c/P4170916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-5807227847010269370</id><published>2009-04-14T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:22:59.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans and Fast Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/5286/chikasblue49.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Cosplay|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the definitive response to my Xanga regarding cosplay. For this year, I'm not looking forward to cosplay since this year will be the most hectic year of my high school life. But, I prepared some plans in case when I'll have the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;free time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [Free Time &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt; the condition wherein Louise will not lie to herself anymore that she's ditching some requirements, tests and responsibilities just to cosplay]. Even though it's sad, I'll turn down events regarding cosplay. If I did it last year, I certainly can do it this year too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning about wigs, contact lens and footwear, I'm actually getting much more serious in saving and buying those things. Anyways, here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVTm3O3JI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jR7ugRmnuKE/s1600-h/lrt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVTm3O3JI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jR7ugRmnuKE/s320/lrt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324474454796852370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOD. I call this costume the emergency costume. I'm planning to use this in case there will be an 2-3 days event. I'll use it on the 2nd day because I just realized how clueless we are on what we'll wear after the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVT-rW9rI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FqbaTFRCDV4/s1600-h/ludwig_v01_c02_p057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVT-rW9rI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FqbaTFRCDV4/s320/ludwig_v01_c02_p057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324474461189502642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisette from Ludwig Kakumei. This is the costume I'm super looking forward to. When nothing comes up with our cosplay plans then I'll go for this one by myself because I really want to cosplay her. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euphemia Di Brittania. The costume's done but I wasted money on the failed wig I tried to do from scratch. So, I have to save up money again for the wig.  &lt;s&gt;There's actually a lot of ways you can help out: You can buy me the wig from cosplayfu, give me 2000Php, or style the wig by yourself and give it to me *shot* &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that Dani and I planned for but the ones above are what I planned by myself X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Ending Summer|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School might have ended really early for me but right now I have to start with my preparation for exams. I decided not to go to review centers because my school head convinced my mom not to enroll me. For senior year, the school head...again...convinced my mom about the MOST so she's worked up with me joining community activities and telling me to initiate something. If anyone wants to help out, please tell me. If I'll have a proposal, I'll post it here so I'll have some people to help. Nightmare has started for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom entered me to the Marilets things in our church. And everyday, I'm studying already and for the next weeks, I'll go to school thrice a week to review. Really hell-like~ Also about the MOST, I have to pull up all my grades to 90+ even though the grading system of our school is low. Hell! Hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew so fast that I realized that I'm on this phase of time already. I'm still scared of what will happen to our class…especially to myself next year. I'm still unsure of my course but for now, I'm thinking of BS Psychology then go for Medicine after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Manga|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVTzAvUzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/RoG5XmEwAgk/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVTzAvUzI/AAAAAAAAAcI/RoG5XmEwAgk/s320/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324474458057954098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz. That is my current wallpaper since I'm for Kaichou wa Maid-sama now. Okay, so at home, I'm nosebleeding and dying because of too much love factors on shoujo mangas. I'm hunting for a lot because I love the feeling that shoujo mangas give me. The feeling of that love factor and also irritation because shoujo mangas don't exist in my life as of the moment. I recommend everyone to read Kaichou wa Maid-sama and Faster than a Kiss if you have time X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-5807227847010269370?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/5807227847010269370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=5807227847010269370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5807227847010269370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5807227847010269370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/04/plans-and-fast-summer.html' title='Plans and Fast Summer'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeRVTm3O3JI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jR7ugRmnuKE/s72-c/lrt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1214536681731223795</id><published>2009-04-13T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:13:00.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/9216/chikasblue25.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Week…as usual, isn't celebrated as holy by me *shot* Even though I set reviewing for exams as my &lt;i&gt;penitensya&lt;/i&gt; this year, I failed because of stupid people who are just around to piss the hell out of me = my brother multiplied by 100 = 1000 stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahDEcU-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cxoJpmLCUAk/s1600-h/P4080670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahDEcU-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cxoJpmLCUAk/s320/P4080670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324128339544003554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I can't forget the 4 hours blackout we experienced inside our village. The moon was so bright that the streets were lighted beautifully. My sister and I played the "Step-on-my-Shadow" wherein if someone steps on your shadow, you cannot move. And by  chance, someone's getting married in Fernbrook Gardens near our place, so we watched awesome fireworks for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday is definitely a "Good Friday". My brother went to Bacood with my tita. The day before which is Maundy Thursday, we started the day shouting because of a small internet connection problem. And as usual, I don't have any faults regarding our fight. But how that fight affected me is that I wasn't able to touch the computer that day. Back to Good Friday, it's not actually something new for us to be super happy when my brother leaves the house. But him leaving rarely happens nowadays so we are truly thankful that a day like that came again. That day, we went to Paranaque and ate at Shakeys. Lolz! I ate a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahccMp5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/dtwTsltHiNc/s1600-h/P4110710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahccMp5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/dtwTsltHiNc/s320/P4110710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324128346354526098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my sister, dad, and I went to Portofino club house to swim. I was tricked again because he said that it's a covered pool but then it's not. I still worry over my skin since, I don't want to get dark DX The place was awesome, it can be a location for photoshoots actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahU4vrhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/m-ZBFGW2Nrs/s1600-h/P4110777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahU4vrhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/m-ZBFGW2Nrs/s320/P4110777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324128344326778386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we swam, we met the owner of the Ferrari we saw before we went to the club house. And I'm glad he let us touch and even go inside it. It's such an awesome experience to see one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahlAPA8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/4vCjIdO1bEQ/s1600-h/P4110883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahlAPA8I/AAAAAAAAAbo/4vCjIdO1bEQ/s320/P4110883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324128348653159362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad won't take us home early because he's talking with a lot of people, so to kill boredom. I took pictures of the place at night. For more pictures, click &lt;a href="http://fallenskii.multiply.com/photos/album/41"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday. I was dragged out of my bed again to go to Mass. I have fainting problems when I go to Mass early but thank God, I was just dizzy and I did not faint. For some reasons, my family and my tita's family suddenly decided to hang out in her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahr0aVOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rE4TBkGbsxM/s1600-h/IMG0283A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahr0aVOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/rE4TBkGbsxM/s320/IMG0283A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324128350482617570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Bingo and I won several times XD That concludes my holy week this year, now I have to set my time for several things that was suddenly brought up to me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-1214536681731223795?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1214536681731223795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1214536681731223795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1214536681731223795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1214536681731223795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week-2009.html' title='Holy Week 2009'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SeMahDEcU-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cxoJpmLCUAk/s72-c/P4080670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-1479883530572332347</id><published>2009-04-09T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:14:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ozinefest Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/3540/chikasblue27.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;s&gt;Ozinefest Day 1&lt;/s&gt; Baccalaureate Mass|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grounded because I got home late the night before. Instead of Ozinefest, I was asked to be my sister's "parent" for her baccalaureate mass in PWU. I told my sister before I go to her school that I'll cosplay there instead. LOLz. I heard the first day was fun…so maybe I should not go home very late before a convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eaXcHn_I/AAAAAAAAAao/45M7E4ZGcR0/s1600-h/P4030465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eaXcHn_I/AAAAAAAAAao/45M7E4ZGcR0/s320/P4030465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322725247915892722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That was my sister, I and my sister's friend, Easter&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eaRwB0fI/AAAAAAAAAaw/nWMhRBh5WCA/s1600-h/P4030507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eaRwB0fI/AAAAAAAAAaw/nWMhRBh5WCA/s320/P4030507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322725246388785650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kuya JP, Laarni, their teacher, and my sister&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored at first but I suddenly found my sister's friends are really awesome. It was actually a good thing I attended the event or else my sister would be lonely on the parent presentation part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Ozinefest Day 2|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sian's house to get ready even though I wasn't cosplaying anyone that day =P There's actually nothing much that happened. I was wearing some pedobear girl outfit but changed after I got my costume back from Ate Daniella. There's a lot of cosplayers and a lot of people. I wasn't able to take pictures because my camera ran out of battery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani and I went to Tokyo Tokyo to have lunch with my family. It's just a small lunch thing after my sister's graduation that day. Woot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eajL8f2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/JA2PvX6MWvk/s1600-h/P4040577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eajL8f2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/JA2PvX6MWvk/s320/P4040577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322725251069280098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's a not so good shot of me *shot* Anyways, that was my sister, me, and Dani&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lame that I have to go home really early and I missed out "some things" that shouldn't have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|San Pablo Trip|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eanLgtXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cn5dmQQjOvw/s1600-h/P4050579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eanLgtXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cn5dmQQjOvw/s320/P4050579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322725252141200754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Jolibee trash we left inside the bus. Lolz we are such good examples XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eanC9RFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eXaSioS-2CQ/s1600-h/P4050628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eanC9RFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/eXaSioS-2CQ/s320/P4050628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322725252105323602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Going back to Manila&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't on the right mood to actually go to out of the house especially that I was forced out of my bed to attend mass early in the morning. I was paid to be my sister's chaperon for the day. It would not be a problem if I'll go with her to some near place but the hell…it's San Pablo, Laguna where her bf lives. With the hot weather and my lack of sleep, I was begged by my parents to go with her. Regarding the payment, I was tricked my sister  so I didn't receive any money at all. I just warmed my butt inside the bus for the whole day for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-1479883530572332347?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/1479883530572332347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=1479883530572332347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1479883530572332347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/1479883530572332347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/04/ozinefest-report.html' title='Ozinefest Report'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sd4eaXcHn_I/AAAAAAAAAao/45M7E4ZGcR0/s72-c/P4030465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-5059249598017254623</id><published>2009-03-31T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:58:54.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Cosplay Convention: Pre Cosplay Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/5397/chikasblue37.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was held at Robinsons Ermita last Saturday. It was a minor event so there were only a few cosplayers there. Well, we thought that there's only a few but after the catwalk, the whole area was full of people already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITCiKn2oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MBlecT7d8w4/s1600-h/P3280358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITCiKn2oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MBlecT7d8w4/s320/P3280358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319335044130003586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani and I went with our Nobuta wo Produce school uniforms. Probably, you'll wonder why "Pre Cosplay Comeback", we planned our comeback to be bonggacious with our bonggacious costumes, those costumes are what I'm referring to on my previous blogs. But since we are already very excited to attend one after our 6 months hiatus, we attended PCC even though it's not exactly bongga. Our comeback would be on Ozine with more people and with bonggacious costume XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITCyqK1QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/M3CktOl_WcE/s1600-h/P3280352+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITCyqK1QI/AAAAAAAAAaM/M3CktOl_WcE/s320/P3280352+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319335048557286658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally OOC everytime I'll roleplay as Nobuta. My personality and looks are really the opposite of her. Lolz. That's the lesson I learned when we had our photoshoot. If I cosplay characters like Nobuta, I would only scare people. I should cosplay smiley characters because when I'm in front of the camera, I really can't help but smile XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITDL1rUWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o0tnOB5NtsM/s1600-h/P3280433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITDL1rUWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o0tnOB5NtsM/s320/P3280433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319335055316439394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of Mecca cosplayers that day. But among everyone, my favorite were Jasterro and Debitto/Jasdebi from D. Gray Man. They're really similar to the characters they're cosplaying and the way they carry themselves are exactly what you can call a cosplay. They deserve to win~ Woot! *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITDHNbGCI/AAAAAAAAAac/zx25rdWOOlc/s1600-h/P3280437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITDHNbGCI/AAAAAAAAAac/zx25rdWOOlc/s320/P3280437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319335054073862178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Dani and I were just taking pictures and lolzing around. What made me happy that day were the DVDs~ and also, I met new people like Fis and Tangela who are really awesome and they're reason why our Haruhi group is now ready for a group skit. Besides them, there were more people we met but I'm really the worse for not remembering their names.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Ozine, we'll join the competition and I'm REALLY REALLY hoping that my wig would be fixed as  soon as possible &lt;s&gt;If anyone wants to donate money or buy/give me a bra length blonde wig, please do so&lt;/s&gt;. For more pictures, click &lt;a href="http://fallenskii.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://persistentsmile.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congratulations to Marky for winning Best Cosplayer of Year 2008~ You're really the best&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I have a Livejournal account already XD Click &lt;a href="http://fallenskii03.livejournal.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-5059249598017254623?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/5059249598017254623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=5059249598017254623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5059249598017254623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/5059249598017254623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/03/philippine-cosplay-convention-pre.html' title='Philippine Cosplay Convention: Pre Cosplay Comeback'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SdITCiKn2oI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MBlecT7d8w4/s72-c/P3280358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-7673029754885914982</id><published>2009-03-29T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:27:21.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/1388/chikasblue12.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Summer Buddies|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that classes in our school ended early, March 13 to be specific. I've got only a term paper to pass after the exams for clearance so I'm happy that my summer for this year…is early again. Banzai! Since I haven't been active in blogging I would take a lot of chances this summer to make this blog page attractive and fascinating. *grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this summer let me introduce to everyone my loyal buddies this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-EuvkSt5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/vkc9vrmyDuQ/s1600-h/P3130072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-EuvkSt5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/vkc9vrmyDuQ/s320/P3130072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615623525382034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya, my phone. Well…now that it's summer, I'm usually lazy to load it and-- my sister deleted my inbox filled with quotes 0.0 Just…WTH?! Anyways, I still text but only if I feel like forwarding quotes &lt;b&gt; but my sister deleted my inbox so there's no sense now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-Eu97ULCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/t_qAWa2QlDI/s1600-h/P3130073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-Eu97ULCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/t_qAWa2QlDI/s320/P3130073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615627380042786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangas, they fascinate the Otaku genes within me &lt;s&gt;especially yaoi&lt;/s&gt;. I didn't take a picture of Mr. Brown, the box keeper of my DVDs. I got new &lt;s&gt;yaoi&lt;/s&gt; DVDs of some series XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-Eu-umHeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wpkD9qOC5gQ/s1600-h/P3130074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-Eu-umHeI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wpkD9qOC5gQ/s320/P3130074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615627595128290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ExD, my camera. He will be the perfect tool to make things in blog much more pretty-ful. When I received ExD, that meant freedom from my brother's slavery because every time I borrow his camera, there will be something he would ask. It's a good thing that I officially cut off anything between us when I got ExD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-Eu-Nu8sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CZTKMRPmmwA/s1600-h/P3130071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-Eu-Nu8sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CZTKMRPmmwA/s320/P3130071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615627457295042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xeb, my laptop. My whole life is in him. The resurrection of my fanfiction will start from him. I also got the awesome Photoshop CS4 there XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|Cosplay Preparation|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I went to Dani's house together with Ashley and Sian to fix my wig and check my costume. Only the buns are finished as of now and I'm still figuring out how to make the pink wig turn darker and maroon-ish. It' s a great  disaster especially that I already ran out of money. The costume is almost perfect and I only have to work on the wig. Okay, back to the time I went to Dani's house, we weren't successful in styling so we decided after to play the most pressuring and intense game ever…THE PICK UP STICKS GAME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-EvIxZN9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mH7b0-5a_8k/s1600-h/P3260339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-EvIxZN9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mH7b0-5a_8k/s320/P3260339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615630291220434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz. I won with 14 sticks and Ashley and Dani were tie with 11 sticks. Regarding the preparation, I'm hoping that there will be a solution to my wig problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-7673029754885914982?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/7673029754885914982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=7673029754885914982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7673029754885914982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/7673029754885914982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/03/mode-summer-buddies-im-glad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/Sc-EuvkSt5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/vkc9vrmyDuQ/s72-c/P3130072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-352283490129694421</id><published>2009-03-18T17:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:07:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week til the Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mode:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/9623/chikasblue43.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement of ending a school year…it's just like waking up from a long nightmare and again...falling asleep when a school year begins. However, my last week was truly the final and the climax of that nightmare but this time, I just relied on fate to decide on which direction I would go to. I didn't study for my subjects for three days because the Bequeathals was scheduled on an exam day. It didn't even turn out fun and lively but…like the hell I'll care about that! It's ALMOST THE END, it's the ONLY thing I have to care about! The days after that turned out nice XD and so…the most awaited moment came when the hand of the clock pointed at exactly 12 P.M. IT'S SUMMER BABY! WOOT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-but before that, I would give a tour to our small but memorable classroom XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our usual neat classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDjngWUxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_WWydCuayHU/s1600-h/DSC03232+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDjngWUxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_WWydCuayHU/s320/DSC03232+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314462576964686610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the the person who won "The Person with the Messiest Area in Class"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDkU01hqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/kdeFQmT41Dk/s1600-h/DSC03290+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDkU01hqI/AAAAAAAAAY0/kdeFQmT41Dk/s320/DSC03290+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314462589130213026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of School Year...VICTORY IS MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDkWXbRdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HfGTjWHMo0k/s1600-h/DSC03280+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDkWXbRdI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HfGTjWHMo0k/s320/DSC03280+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314462589543728594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after school celebration wasn't that outlandish, but I'm happy just celebrating events at the mall as long as there's food. I was with the 2nd year girls and Sian.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDFJJoCEuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/exI15hGFBJk/s1600-h/P3130042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDFJJoCEuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/exI15hGFBJk/s320/P3130042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314464321290506978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my personal celebration after getting cleared last Monday, I organized a photoshoot based from "The Freak Show" chorale of &lt;i&gt;The Merchant of Venice&lt;/i&gt; by William Shakespeare on a theater production I watched. There are many reasons why I suddenly thought of doing an individual random shoot. First is because of the wig I saw in my closet. I certainly have no idea if there's an anime character who has such hair. It will be a waste if I don't use it in cosplay so I just based it on the crazy look of the people from "The Freak Show". Second, I'm in desperation for things I can put up in my gallery. I think that's quite understandable. Third, in order for me to celebrate and once again feel the cosplay feeling I haven't felt for a long time. You can view the outcome on my new account in &lt;a href="http://fauxdezignuz.mangabullet.com"&gt;Mangabullet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDGC3mEPKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6KtxgoKTcew/s1600-h/P3160186+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDGC3mEPKI/AAAAAAAAAZM/6KtxgoKTcew/s320/P3160186+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314465312882834594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress is meant to look crazy and also is my make-up. I was really tired after especially that the weather is quite intense these days. Thanks to QueenOfSpades for bearing with my demands and my commands. Here's our lolz pic: (P.S.: The pic above is also lolz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDGccGOFuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/t_n_WIAY8m4/s1600-h/Web_2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDGccGOFuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/t_n_WIAY8m4/s320/Web_2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314465752178104034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that after that, there are things that I will need help about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+First, it was decided that our class's number for next year will be down to 4. I got terrified that more work will even be put on my shoulders and I don't how how I'll deal with that. Just imagine, if the latest I sleep is 4 A.M then what about if there will only be 4 of us? I'll sleep 5 A.M with 20 minutes to close my eyes and recharge? Or I'll never be able to sleep? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+I'm really determined to write again but I just can't find myself to continue Sweet Harmony nor manage to start a new story or a one shot. That means I totally might have forgotten how to write. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Money is a problem now that I'll have to buy my things for cosplay and I owe a lot to some people. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+When Sian texted me about when we'll be getting application, I realized that that's a big thing I have to worry about. I haven't contacted review centers and I really have no plans for college. I don't even know the course I'll take. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I see that I'll be really busy. I need sometime soon to organize these stuffs. *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7036842732781500393-352283490129694421?l=silverdusk07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/feeds/352283490129694421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7036842732781500393&amp;postID=352283490129694421' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/352283490129694421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7036842732781500393/posts/default/352283490129694421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silverdusk07.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-week-til-aftermath.html' title='Last Week til the Aftermath'/><author><name>Silverdusk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12297557109752398913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/SDwhDk34mgI/AAAAAAAAACg/RuSxpuWbczo/S220/kawaii15.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b8CYJZ4hzw/ScDDjngWUxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_WWydCuayHU/s72-c/DSC03232+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7036842732781500393.post-6163563656526226720</id><published>2009-03-14T21:49:0
