<?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-5442125601278741124</id><updated>2011-06-08T15:19:13.557+09:00</updated><category term='wee'/><category term='yab'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='afternoon'/><category term='dream'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='him'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='happy'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='joy'/><category term='what'/><category term='adik'/><category term='corny'/><category term='scary'/><category term='BADTRIP'/><category term='bloo'/><category term='dying'/><category term='`'/><category term='tears'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='anime'/><category term='phew'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='ick.'/><category term='saiyuki'/><category term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>smile. it doesn't hurt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7265975204426999701</id><published>2009-05-14T21:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:13:28.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets.</title><content type='html'>Mistakes sometimes can lead to regrets. Okay, fine. I regret what I did. But I think it`s for the greater good, right? Or not? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. I can`t sleep well tonight. Darn it. For days, I`ll be regretting this. My birthday will not be a happy birthday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I am a total loser. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7265975204426999701?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7265975204426999701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7265975204426999701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7265975204426999701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7265975204426999701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2009/05/regrets.html' title='Regrets.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5642771186091868598</id><published>2008-12-05T20:27:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:45:05.818+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>i hate you but i love you.</title><content type='html'>i always pretend that it`s not hurting me. but the truth is, it does and it gets badly every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate him. but why do i have this feeling that i still love him? i hate it. whenever i`m alone, i always feel this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; inside my heart. like there`s a vein that`s ready to pop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he always gives me the feeling whenever i caught him looking at me that he still cares. and he`s also pretending. i tried to look for other guys. i have found one but i don`t know if i can love him because i`m still attached. and it`s not that easy to let go, believe me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just put a strong front whenever i`m with people just so that they will think that i`m really moving on. i`m doing it. i`m even using different guys just to make myself away from him. but every time that i`m alone, it all comes back to me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that feeling! do i still love him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;but i still LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5642771186091868598?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5642771186091868598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5642771186091868598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5642771186091868598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5642771186091868598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-you-but-i-love-you.html' title='i hate you but i love you.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-562290454182151912</id><published>2008-11-28T20:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:16:12.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>still is...</title><content type='html'>i don`t understand why people love to hurt somebody... physically or emotionally. i mean... don`t they know how much it hurts? do they even care? even in the slightest way possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after you have given everything... hurting you would be given back to you ... can`t they do anything more than that? it`s not fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and when we look to the sky, it`s not mine. but i want it so...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretend everyday. every single day. i tell everyone it`s not affecting me. but the truth is it does. and it hurts badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t believe in promises. since never. promises are crap. that`s why i tell him... "don`t make promises...do it." but what did i get? nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when it`s like this . have people gone numb ? i hate those people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-562290454182151912?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/562290454182151912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=562290454182151912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/562290454182151912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/562290454182151912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-is.html' title='still is...'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1402449224386232530</id><published>2008-10-25T21:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:09:55.345+09:00</updated><title type='text'>confused. more than ever.</title><content type='html'>if i had been in the house today, i would be in hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no current 6 am - 6 pm. luckily, my parents allowed me and my brother to go out of the house. i went to school because they said the students who would be playing for the upcoming University Meet would practice today. and so, i came to school, extra shirt and shorts ready. and what did i saw first? chess girls practicing. and i was like, "Where the hell are they?!" I was getting furious a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the `metal kubo` as we call it, and saw Mijusa and Karlo there watching Vanessa and ate Novi play chess. when i saw karlo, i thought, "Where was his goat?". it is THEiR first monthsary at all.  and he told me they broke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to accompany him at OB and i agreed because i`m feeling hungry all of a sudden. but lost my appetite when we arrived there, i don`t know why. i didn`t believe they`ve broken up. because knowing THAT GOAT? she wouldn`t give him up. i just know it.  but after mam christine saw us, i said to myself, "maybe they had". only later did i found out that it isn`t true. but it may come true on monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. that morning. we just hang out at the ICHAMS building (smaller one). talk about things. and that. until we saw mary lyn coming. she told us, issabel (MISS UN!) would be arriving also. my twin, jonathan, also came. they were also having a practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 pm, karlo invited me over to their house. i was hesitant. who won`t be?! it was too fast i thought. things are happening very fast. in the end, i gave up. i don`t want to ruin someone`s day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, we saw vaniele coming to school and karlo invited him over also, so that i won`t be much embarassed. vaniele agreed. and so we went to their house. i was praying that his parents won`t be there, because i`m not yet ready to face them. but i was lucky again. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we first ate chocolate cake [&lt;i&gt;diba dapat mahuli yung cake? loko yun ah&lt;/i&gt;]. then we waited for the rice. after a while, we ate. we had shrimp, chicken and fish for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.15. vaniele had to go to school for his piano lessons. i told karlo, we should also go but he again was very insisting. i gave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling lonely. karlo was always leaving the room and i sat around sulking. i was bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for an hour and a half. he was being &lt;i&gt;malandi&lt;/i&gt; again. tsk. he`s more fashionistic (is that a word?) than i am. god. i think he`s gay. haha. he likes to be good-looking before leaving the house. but he returns sweaty. that`s manly. haha. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to school at 3 pm. there was still no sign of my teammates and i`m getting itchy. anyhoo. uncle johnny introduced me to kuya Adrian, Sir Gacayan`s son, who, according to him, La Union`s 1st in badminton. he told us to call him if we decided to go and practice. we HAVE to practice. UM`s getting nearer by the minute. i don`t want anymore last minute practices and i am determined to succeed! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to talk about the next part.&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m lazy. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1402449224386232530?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1402449224386232530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1402449224386232530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1402449224386232530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1402449224386232530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/10/confused-more-than-ever.html' title='confused. more than ever.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5195722712361392319</id><published>2008-10-24T22:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:48:47.742+09:00</updated><title type='text'>phew!</title><content type='html'>thank god, this day`s over! i`m really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been the photographer for the Mr. and Ms. UN 2008 and i know now that it`s not as easy as it looks. you should bring extra batteries. and also an extra camera, if possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as i have said, we celebrated Mr. and Ms. UN `o8 this afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;and hell, it was intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the candidates were all pretty . and the guys were all handsome [naks . pwahaha ]&lt;br /&gt;and i missed .... LOL . xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i`ve been running here and there just to take pictures of every single candidate and whatever they may be doing. my knees and my feet are all sore. and i want to get a massage right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pageant started at 2 pm. they said it would be 1 pm but hey, we`re Filipinos! the pageant didn`t even started yet but we`ve been tired from the very start. [as i am writing this, my feet is aching] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am too tired to write about what happened at the pageant but i`ll tell the winners. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd runner up : kathlyn and nialle&lt;br /&gt;2nd runner up : kuya kristian and ate bernadette&lt;br /&gt;1st runner up : louis and alyssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, Mr. and Ms. UN themselves : kuya jeremiah and issabel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey. all the juniors won ! woop ! and because of that, we`ve been wild. haha. yeah baby yeah . xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture taking took over after the announcement of winners. and after all the commotions, the birthday celebrant today, Darwin, treated us to Michelle`s, the bakery we`ve been hanging out for almost three years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went there at 6.30 and yeah, it was pretty dark already. haha. but it was hell lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THiS iS WHERE WE BELONG. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the juniors. haha.&lt;br /&gt;except for. ERK and ICK! hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love BLAM and SCHRAM ! hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m weird, aren`t i? x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5195722712361392319?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5195722712361392319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5195722712361392319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5195722712361392319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5195722712361392319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/10/phew.html' title='phew!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3138931698055632032</id><published>2008-10-16T20:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:41:03.574+09:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT HERE AGAiN!</title><content type='html'>we'll be going to Manila tomorrow. so that means, wala nanaman ako dito bukas at bukas ng bukas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamimiss ko tong desktop computer ko! tsk! mamimiss ko photoshop. unless na gumana na yung external hard drive dun sa Acer. tsk. Acer sucks. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s such a bummer that i won`t be getting to school tomorrow. *sigh*. they`ll be doing so much fun. argh. inggit ako. &gt;.&lt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since wala ako ng three days, aabusuhin ko na itong pagkakataon na ito. =]] rawr. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all want us to be in matching Lacoste shirts. dang. haha. but it would be nice. The Crocs Family. lol. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3138931698055632032?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3138931698055632032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3138931698055632032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3138931698055632032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3138931698055632032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-here-again.html' title='NOT HERE AGAiN!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1853575702492348958</id><published>2008-10-15T19:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:43:49.313+09:00</updated><title type='text'>mind games.</title><content type='html'>are you familiar with the elevator joke about two filipinos and one american? if not, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the elevator, there are two guys. The Filipino elevator operator and the American passenger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator stopped at a floor and came the Filipino man. He asked the operator, "Bababa ba?"&lt;br /&gt;The operator replied, "Bababa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American confused, asked them, "Are you talking to each other?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t know why but i`ve been saying 'Bababa ba?' several times. and it`s been going on in my mind, over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, next week i will be busy. UN Celebration is next week and i am part of the documentation and technicalities group. and i have a part on our classroom exhibit. i would be one of the photographers, presenters, and producers of the whole week. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i`m so busy. but at least, i love what i`m doing. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1853575702492348958?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1853575702492348958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1853575702492348958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1853575702492348958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1853575702492348958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-games.html' title='mind games.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-917808176249068623</id><published>2008-10-04T19:36:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:46:08.800+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary madness</title><content type='html'>pwahaha. nakakatuwa tong mga nasa urban dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for miggy chavez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miggy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Short for Miguelo, in Spanish meaning 'God like'. If your handle in Counter-Strike is Miggy, you are very leet, often getting the mp3s such as 'God like' and 'Unstoppable' played, and you're likely Filipino. This God like Miggy is not only as such in gaming, but in real life as well.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, even playing with something as expensive as 56K, you're still Miggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that`s so true! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how bout me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful girl, has lots of friends, crazy fun, and is always single.&lt;br /&gt;Why are u trying to be a Abigail your whore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WHORE! haha! i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh si karlo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karlo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a handsome, intelligent, athletic, and perfect in every way man&lt;br /&gt;karlo is so versatile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. hawtt. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-917808176249068623?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/917808176249068623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=917808176249068623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/917808176249068623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/917808176249068623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/10/urban-dictionary-madness.html' title='Urban Dictionary madness'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8962974165184585433</id><published>2008-10-04T12:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:40:39.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'>centipede scare.</title><content type='html'>so centipedes scare me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one last night, and my mother just freaked out. she kept pointing at me and started screaming like mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn`t told me that it was a centipede crawling on the floor.and there i thought it was crawling on my shirt. dang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that freaky centipede crawled in our shoes. my brother just kept throwing things at it. hit it in the head, blood oozed but still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was another 5 minutes commotion and we spotted the centipede again. now, my brother pounded it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that ends the centipede scare. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8962974165184585433?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8962974165184585433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8962974165184585433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8962974165184585433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8962974165184585433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/10/centipede-scare.html' title='centipede scare.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2127423879144962578</id><published>2008-09-22T20:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:11:32.222+09:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter from the hurt.</title><content type='html'>why do you always want to hurt me? =[&lt;br /&gt;you ALWAYS knew how much it hurts me. &lt;br /&gt;but why are you still doing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you`re falling for her, i can see it.&lt;br /&gt;and she also is falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t regret that i met you.&lt;br /&gt;it was my decision and my decisions are mine to choose.&lt;br /&gt;it isn`t yours to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much i wanted to take my life away when i feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you knew me from the start. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i`m replaced to a ... uhh ... what should i call her?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. HER.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. anyway. she is such a hyprocrite.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i`m true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i`m still worried about you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it`s your first love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;and i don`t want you to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;it kills, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want you to be hurt &lt;br /&gt;and so i`ll play the role of the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;the caring best friend, who`d be there unexpectedly when you and HER are ... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m ranting.&lt;br /&gt;but of course, this is my blog, as you all know.&lt;br /&gt;this blog serves as my alternative when i get tired from writing on my diary.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETEND is all i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;there is no more effective way than to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;even it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;it`s the only way. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lied to every people i talked.&lt;br /&gt;i`m not okay.&lt;br /&gt;i`m not over him.&lt;br /&gt;i`m not ready to forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but it`s my decision.&lt;br /&gt;you can`t tell what i`m going to do.&lt;br /&gt;because from now on, i`m not listening to other people`s rants about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;free from all of these craziness.&lt;br /&gt;from all of these pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;especially if you loved and still love that person very much.&lt;br /&gt;call me stupid again.&lt;br /&gt;i`ll punch you in the nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2127423879144962578?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2127423879144962578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2127423879144962578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2127423879144962578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2127423879144962578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-from-hurt.html' title='a letter from the hurt.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3275581930648870470</id><published>2008-09-13T09:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:48:15.494+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time around. :)</title><content type='html'>why am i still happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr. i`m still feeling that little *kurot* [nakalimutan ko english term nun! HAHA!] inside of me. anyway, i`ll live. :]&lt;br /&gt;i know it. and maybe. just maybe it will go back again. and never be done again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASUS! nagpapaka-emo nanaman ako o. haha. lol. &lt;br /&gt;smile though your heart is aching. HAHA. xDD &lt;br /&gt;pakaadik nalang ako. yes. ganun na lang.&lt;br /&gt;no more tears -- J&amp;J Baby Shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i`m going to miss everything but i know i shouldn`t stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished doing the first chapter of my story, Never Let Go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Go is a true-to-life story about a boy and a girl, unexpected to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? No. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want transcripts or something, just place a tag on mi tagboard, `kay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it. :]&lt;br /&gt;good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3275581930648870470?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3275581930648870470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3275581930648870470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3275581930648870470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3275581930648870470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-time-around.html' title='2nd time around. :)'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7258845205532964912</id><published>2008-09-08T22:05:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:26:28.945+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new addiction.</title><content type='html'>Sum 41's With Me. Great song. nagpapakasenti talaga ako o. lol. emo?! haha. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. wala si bro, wala si tatay. it's me and mii madurr here in the house. and i would be getting up early tomorrow. :] and i'll be walking to school tomorrow. :D haha. i miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCC training is still tiring. i'm thinking i should quit but it would be a waste so i'm not going to quit. x] i want to torture them. i'm only kidding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry again. haay. but i'm fighting the urge to go to the refrigerator and get something. darn stomach. DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy. this a short post. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE.MUST.DO.WORLD.DOMiNATiON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7258845205532964912?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7258845205532964912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7258845205532964912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7258845205532964912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7258845205532964912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-addiction.html' title='new addiction.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2203063309598414234</id><published>2008-09-05T18:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:25:40.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>err</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since my last post. ugh. bad me. but of course, there is an explanation to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really busy...since i joined the COCC, i'm expected to go home every Monday, Thursday and Friday at 6 pm tired, my brain is not in the mood to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2203063309598414234?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2203063309598414234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2203063309598414234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2203063309598414234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2203063309598414234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/09/err.html' title='err'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1415789117551458916</id><published>2008-08-29T19:53:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:58:19.342+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dengue.</title><content type='html'>dengue daw sakit ni karlo. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1415789117551458916?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1415789117551458916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1415789117551458916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1415789117551458916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1415789117551458916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/dengue.html' title='dengue.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-4336599621036479948</id><published>2008-08-26T22:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:09:36.601+09:00</updated><title type='text'>getting sentimental.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i'll be okay, it's that what you want me to say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started this morning when i received a text from karlo saying he's not going to school. at first, i thought it was only a joke. because he makes jokes like that. err. but it was 7.3o already and he didn't show up. and he doesn't even tell me why he's not going to school. ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing, our classes are not regular. except for chemistry which blew my head up. but before that, he asked me if i would go to their house. [anyway, it's just a mere five minute walk from school.] i agreed. but after i went with Cyntarah to magic. but i stopped at school first to drop off my baggage and i went to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. he looks not himself. [HE IS SICK! WHY CAN'T HE JUST TELL ME THAT?! BAD!] and he is really, really siiick. i feel sorry for him. i wish i could stay. pero cannot be. because i still have to attend the &lt;i&gt;bugtungan&lt;/i&gt; and quiz bee. he didn't understand and so he was mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the middle of the game, he texted me and told me to come over after our form on COCC. i said okay. but was having second thoughts about it. THiNK. if i go there, it will be 6 pm already. and there will be his parents. and i'm STiLL shy. hahaha. meiigally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our COCC form, i know i don't have to go. i was walking towards the bus stop ALONE.ugh. nobody wanted to be with me. :( they're all a meanie. &gt;.&lt; anyway, when i was at the front of their house, i saw him with his father upsatirs on the terrace. i smiled at him and waved and i went home. i was texting him saying i'm too shy to come over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't replied back. i turned off my cellphone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home. rushed into the bathroom, 'cause i really, REALLY need to go. i took a bath. and then, my brother told me karlo is calling. in his phone. i took the call. explained it to him and he told me, "&lt;i&gt;sino ba naman ang hindi magagalit sa ginawa mo?&lt;/i&gt;" buset. but he forgave me, or so i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's sleeping now. &lt;i&gt;courtesy of his father.&lt;/i&gt; i won't be bothering him anymore. i like to get him rested so he can go to school tomorrow. and also because i really, really miss him and i want to have someone to accompany me when i go home. so i won't be feeling lonely like i did when i went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling really lonely. i was hoping for someone to cuddle. unfortunately, that person is sick. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. on the bright side, i got 88 for a grade in Statistics. yes! haha. i thought i would fail. thank goodness. and i got an 85 in Journalism. *sigh* it's alright. at least i passed. and i'm pretty sure i'm going to fail Geometry. yehey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good night then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to karlo : BE WELL TOMORROW OR ELSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-4336599621036479948?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/4336599621036479948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=4336599621036479948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/4336599621036479948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/4336599621036479948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-sentimental.html' title='getting sentimental.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3305655185545098636</id><published>2008-08-25T21:19:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:38:47.155+09:00</updated><title type='text'>neurotic side of me.</title><content type='html'>why am i feeling NEUROTiC all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. raging hormones, that's what. and i've been feeling bitchy again. i think that's a result of idolizing blair waldorf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be schizophreniac. maybe! or an alien. you decide. and tell me, please? email it to me. or PM it to me on YM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrr. i am &lt;i&gt; new-row-tic&lt;/i&gt;. got that? and i want you to stay out of it. maybe this lifestyle is where i belong. oh god. i'm so confusing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'd be amazing and so sympathetic of you if you understand me. i love you. haha. pretty good joke. 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It seems that everyday, there will be some scoop about him. OH MY. STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing also, i'm sick of the rumors about the so-called Filipino version of GOSSIP GIRL. i just want to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILIPINOS DON'T STAND A CHANCE IMITATING THE PLOT OF A WELL-KNOWN TV SHOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'm not degrading us Filipinos. but i'm just telling the truth. we could improve but it will take us a lot of time and effort and MONEY to reach that high standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just talking about money, we would be considered as a *thumbs down*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and imitating gossip girl? ugh. be original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;THiS iS A RANT THREAD.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-260400502318381880?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/260400502318381880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=260400502318381880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/260400502318381880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/260400502318381880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2625459172000424472</id><published>2008-08-23T20:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:16:55.352+09:00</updated><title type='text'>moymoy palaboy</title><content type='html'>kanina ko lang sila nadiscover ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;nakakatuwa naman sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of their masterpieces :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUNJvsr8k8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUNJvsr8k8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--HEY HEY! YOU YOU! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2625459172000424472?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2625459172000424472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2625459172000424472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2625459172000424472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2625459172000424472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/moymoy-palaboy.html' title='moymoy palaboy'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-630178763568344167</id><published>2008-08-21T18:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:42:21.816+09:00</updated><title type='text'>urmiigalii,.</title><content type='html'>i can't believe what had just happened. :o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being so bitchy [again] this morning, and after being so grumpy, i didn't think that the day won't be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the LAST episode of GOSSiP GiRL SEASON ONE, when i was interrupted and told me there were HUMANS outside the house. and i have the idea who they were. At least, i thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the window and saw [to my utter surprise] Karlo standing there. i thought he was with Louis or someone but next, i saw Nastasha blabbering again about what happened and yada yada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't do anything, watch Mary Reille [err, is that the correect spelling?] where the main topic i witnessed was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Surf the internet. Talk about stuffs Nash could think of. [She is the master topic starter].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all good until they went home and i was all alone. and i was told that i should introduce them first before they step in the house. and my room should be private and there would be no one to go in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, WHAT THE FUCK? hey, i'm old enough to think for myself, thank you. i know the things i shouldn't be doing. and i know what i'm doing! i know you're just being protective but this is TOO MUCH. not just too much. it's much, much, much more than that. and i know you don't trust me. don't deny it. and that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you're in for a nasty treat when i'm in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i be independent when you're doing that to me? err. check your mind status. think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're saying that i'm just young. i'm not supposed to do this and that. but then, some ordinary day, you would ask me. 'What will you do if you're in collge?'. Tell me, how was I supposed to answer that when you don't even want me to grow up. Puh-leez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, imma stop this ranting and i should take a bath. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-630178763568344167?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/630178763568344167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=630178763568344167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/630178763568344167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/630178763568344167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/urmiigalii.html' title='urmiigalii,.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7453940598168922809</id><published>2008-08-20T23:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:29:01.689+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling bitchy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so arrogant. annoying. irritating and whatnot. i feel so stupid. but in a VERY, VERY GOOD WAY.err. does that even makes sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also feel lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another load wasted. i almost wish he didn't send a message, 'coz i know i'd be staying up ALL day just to wait for the next message. ugh. that is just LAME. [err sorry bee, but it's the truth. snap out of your trance! come back to Earth!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really feeling BITCHY! i want to torture people. make them feel HELL. they deserve it anyway. they should disappear. *poof*! yes. that will make me happy. [insert evil laugh here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. i'm feeling sleepy. i've been watching Gossip Girl for about 6 hours now. god. addict alert. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sleep. &lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7453940598168922809?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7453940598168922809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7453940598168922809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7453940598168922809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3185966145886635362</id><published>2008-08-20T10:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:31:44.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/blobs/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spacefemmites.com/limg/0808/blobs/emoblob.gif" width="90" height="98" border="0" alt="Adopt your own useless blob!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- this is my useless EMO blob. :D ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;meet him. &lt;br /&gt;you're invited to his christening at Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;text me if you'll come. :]&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7644304137789874023</id><published>2008-08-18T21:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:35:24.805+09:00</updated><title type='text'>crap.crapp,crappy!</title><content type='html'>the three days that we had no classes were such... BLAH. but there are some parts i loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it was really blah. nothing special happened. it was B-O-R-I-N-G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i stayed here. at least i'm free. not to mention, i'm free to be wild... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having my old laptop. :[&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i haven't told you yet, they bought a new laptop. and it freaking looks like the Vtec. you know. the ones that are only for kids? tss. i hate this crap. really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound is not working and everything is so pathetic. ergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it's crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7644304137789874023?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7644304137789874023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7644304137789874023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7644304137789874023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7644304137789874023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/crapcrappcrappy.html' title='crap.crapp,crappy!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1722923193864921146</id><published>2008-08-14T23:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:23:43.335+09:00</updated><title type='text'>eyebags.</title><content type='html'>this would be a really short post. Considering that I'm so tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to complain about my eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I HATE THIS DAMN EYEBAGS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1722923193864921146?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1722923193864921146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1722923193864921146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1722923193864921146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1722923193864921146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/eyebags.html' title='eyebags.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5426452668190413271</id><published>2008-08-13T20:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:21:23.587+09:00</updated><title type='text'>raging hormones.</title><content type='html'>teenagers experience these things. raging hormones. i, too, experience this EVERY SiNGLE DAY. so, it's normal for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just finished 500 People You Meet in Hell by Jessica Zafra in one seating. As usual,she made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every people that made your life a living Hell has their own consequences when they go to Hell. haha. they are fried! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Agaw-eksena : I am one of those people that guards Hell. I'm stationed at the first stop. See you! End of agaw-eksena] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, though. But in the end, you'll see that some of those consequences are the things that you want to be done in him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try reading it and i'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5426452668190413271?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5426452668190413271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5426452668190413271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5426452668190413271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5426452668190413271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/raging-hormones.html' title='raging hormones.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3805108310044234607</id><published>2008-08-10T22:57:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:15:52.988+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL WEEK is MURDER</title><content type='html'>Hell week starts ... TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; i'm ready. yes, definitely ready for English. and i think i have to fail Geometry. Only kidding, i &lt;i&gt;loooooove&lt;/i&gt; Geometry. &lt;i&gt;*me turns around and says "blecchhh"*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had reviewed alread. This morning at 6 am until 8 am. And i was still sleepy back then. but i think, i remember any infos i need for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i think. i think. i think. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my ballpens? Check. Paper? Check. Sci. calculator? Check. Mind? missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind must have scattered away, unable to sustain useless information plus the information from my school notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find my poor brain back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;**&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i don't get enough sleep, my eyebags are going to be as baggy as those tea bags your parents have on the kitchen cupboard. I can feel them getting baggier and baggier by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i get rid of these irritating eyebags?! I'm not going to use cucumbers. Why waste them putting on your eyes while you can eat them?! Such nonsense! (Or is it just me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people look good when they have eyebags? Tell me. How do I look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mirror,mirror on the wall. Do I still look good when I've got these hideous eyebags?&lt;br /&gt;Mirror: Oh, shut the fuck up. You know how you look like.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hideous?&lt;br /&gt;Mirror: Right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting paranoid by the minute. I'm having troubles. Psycho problems. Grr. Psycho Rabbit is on the loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, or i will gnaw at you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm psycho? Yes. That must be it. I MUST BE PSYCHO! :D&lt;br /&gt;and whoever befriends me is a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Are you psycho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;**&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy. but still, i have to finish this post. this would be my last post. Not until the 12th, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*yawn*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sleep. &lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;these eyebags have got to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3805108310044234607?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3805108310044234607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3805108310044234607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3805108310044234607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3805108310044234607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-week-is-murder.html' title='HELL WEEK is MURDER'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3542933058956361435</id><published>2008-08-09T21:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:28:53.675+09:00</updated><title type='text'>she's still the bitch.</title><content type='html'>even though she moved away, she's still a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, she still have this &lt;i&gt;vomitous&lt;/i&gt; charisma and looks. EVERYONE WOULD FALL FOR HER. but not me, not until she'd done that to me. nah-uh. You are ugly to me, sweetie. Because i know what you're like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blindfold people into you and drop them off along the road. Definitely not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't deny it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3542933058956361435?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3542933058956361435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3542933058956361435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3542933058956361435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3542933058956361435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-still-bitch.html' title='she&apos;s still the bitch.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-158740344041036628</id><published>2008-08-04T21:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:32:43.455+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm chuck bass. :)</title><content type='html'>okay. i'm waaaaaaaay obsessed about Chuck Bass aka Ed Westwick. He's too yummy to resist. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another evidence that I fall for the bad guys...Bad, HOT guys. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite Chuck quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" size="3"&gt;"Why should I be chosen to be an usher? I'M CHUCK BASS.&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-158740344041036628?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/158740344041036628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=158740344041036628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/158740344041036628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/158740344041036628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-chuck-bass.html' title='i&apos;m chuck bass. :)'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8845175384444368224</id><published>2008-08-03T21:02:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:24:47.590+09:00</updated><title type='text'>chuck bass addiction</title><content type='html'>thank god, the electricity's fine again. i can use the internet freelyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i've been away for the weekend. since we want to avoid the hell-ish blackout yesterday [it was 5 am up to 12 mn], we went to Baguio on Friday afternoon. ermm. just that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tooooo tired to talk about what happened in Baguio since nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I am iNLURVEE with CHUCK BASS of GOSSiP GiRL. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s142/ethan_is_hot95/Gossip%20Girl/Chuck%20Bass/chuck-bass-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that hottie. yumm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8845175384444368224?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8845175384444368224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8845175384444368224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8845175384444368224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8845175384444368224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/08/chuck-bass-addiction.html' title='chuck bass addiction'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6428563405168933089</id><published>2008-07-28T22:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:11:55.038+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNiVERSARY! :D</title><content type='html'>happy 1st anniversary! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess. haha. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;sana tumagal pa.&lt;br /&gt;keep wishing! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't give a damn to all those people who are still TRYiNG to bring us down.&lt;br /&gt;dream on. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope nothing goes wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows i'm doing my best in this relationship. Even if they can't see my best. Well,  i'm trying to change myself a bit. Just to see how can I handle things in a different way. Can I do or can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember exactly what happened a year ago [July 28, 2007], I had gone back from our PE exercise practice in Cyntarah's house and he and I got together. We were hanging out on the computer shop with some of our classmates. And then when we were going home, and I said yes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were both wearing green that day. With stripes. haha. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was destiny. [err. corny alert!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're still going strong [SUPRiSiNGLY!] even though *ehem*... you know what happened. I told you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I still forgave him. And now, I'm dominating him so that he won't do it again. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;there's classes tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. i haven't mentioned. we had no classes today since Bagyong Igme [who is supposed to be unleashing his power here] is storming here. &amp;&amp; so with the SONA of our &lt;i&gt;dearest&lt;/i&gt; president, Gloria Arroyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was listening to it this afternoon. And I can't help but wonder if she will keep those things. She's making big proposals &lt;i&gt;eh&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;br /&gt;i'll save those things in another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to sleep. Am very tiiiiiiired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6428563405168933089?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6428563405168933089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6428563405168933089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6428563405168933089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6428563405168933089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary-d.html' title='HAPPY ANNiVERSARY! :D'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6621168272167138880</id><published>2008-07-28T09:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:38:43.248+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP ME RETRIEVE MY FRiENDSTER.</title><content type='html'>my friendster has been HACKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please help me retrieve it. please!! &lt;br /&gt;kulitin nyo, bwisitin nyo, basta!&lt;br /&gt;tae nya!&lt;br /&gt;isinusumpa ko yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6621168272167138880?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6621168272167138880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6621168272167138880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6621168272167138880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6621168272167138880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-retrieve-my-friendster.html' title='HELP ME RETRIEVE MY FRiENDSTER.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3479315988066038546</id><published>2008-07-25T23:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:33:36.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>random things i would like to announce to the world.</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;b&gt;BELATED HAPPY MONTHSARY&lt;/b&gt; to our very own Rochelle and Joanes. happy 7th to you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;b&gt;ADVANCE HAPPY ANNiVERSARY&lt;/b&gt; to us. :D [karlopot and abipot &amp;hearts ] &lt;br /&gt;July 28 is getting nearer! yes! ahaha. it's a first time for the both of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES in being a junior student now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I'm getting busier by the minute even though i don't have anything to do. [WHAT?]&lt;br /&gt;`I'm STRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;`I'm getting a bit *ehem* matured.&lt;br /&gt;haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still don't care about those people who are trying to hold us down. YOU SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're all such killjoys,attention-seeking DAWGS that are not contented on what they have. pfft. such fakeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just tying yourself down, dear. [YES, i KNOW YOU. BiTCH.] &lt;br /&gt;you'll never know. you maybe demoted into the lower=st of the LOWEST class. ;] be careful then sweetie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGALOG MODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halata na natamaan ka kanina. haha. tanga ka naman kasi. &lt;br /&gt;sayang naman yung galing mo.&lt;br /&gt;nagbackfire lang yung plano mong mas mapansin ng mga teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL TEACHER'S PET. :)&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry classmates. we'll make sure she's not going to go rabbiting about random information again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'm restlees.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3479315988066038546?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3479315988066038546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3479315988066038546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3479315988066038546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3479315988066038546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-things-i-would-like-to-announce.html' title='random things i would like to announce to the world.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7900055142849252441</id><published>2008-07-23T20:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:58:44.704+09:00</updated><title type='text'>survey #1 : music shuffle survey :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what is your name? Or what should your name be?&lt;br /&gt;-- All My Life. [anlau. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How is Your Life Going?&lt;br /&gt;-- Bonedriven. [what the?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ambrosia. [yung nasa Pugad Baboy? ahaha. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your theme song?&lt;br /&gt;-- Where'd You Go. [aww.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;-- Back Into You. [sino kaya?! O.O]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How is your life going to turn out?&lt;br /&gt;-- Memory. [weh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;-- I've Got a Theory. [ooh yeah. i've got a theory that i'll get married. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Will you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;-- Smashed Into Pieces. [ahahahaha! :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What will your job be?&lt;br /&gt;-- One and Only You. [err? cx]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you/will you finish school?&lt;br /&gt;-- When Darkness Fall. [when will darkness fall?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-- The Wicked End. [wicked witch of the west. xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is or will be your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;-- The Third Temptation of Paris. [hmm. sino kaya?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who do you like?&lt;br /&gt;-- Smack That. [ahaha. smack karlo. LOL. xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;-- Forest. [forest... in the forest?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- Teardrops on My Guitar. [hindi aman ah.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;-- Summer's Stellar Gaze. [uhh. hahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How could you describe your parents?&lt;br /&gt;-- Tuliro. [HAHAHAHHAHAA! xDDDD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your best friend/s?&lt;br /&gt;-- Jeepney. [mga katawan nila parang jeepney. HAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your teachers?&lt;br /&gt;-- Boys Do Fall In Love. [HAHAHHAA! MALALANDi! xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;--  Gimme More. [gimme, gimme more, gimme more. HAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Call. [no comment.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your best feature?&lt;br /&gt;-- Manila Teenage Deathsquad. [what the hell?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What will you be / should you be, profession-wise?&lt;br /&gt;-- That Green Gentleman. [hindi ako gentleman. at mas lalong hindi GREEN!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How could you describe this survey?&lt;br /&gt;-- My Friends Over You. [beh. xP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What makes you angry? &lt;br /&gt;-- You're Killing Me. [so? xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;-- Vulnerable. [okay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;-- Monsoon. [running through the monsoon...:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What makes you dance?&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone So Young. [what's the point?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;-- That's What You Get. [get it!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-- The Last Three Letters. [A.B.I.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who is your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ohio is For Lovers. [i hate ohio.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;-- By Your Side. [weeeeehhh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;-- Sleep. [until then i sleep.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who do you lust after?&lt;br /&gt;-- Personal Holloway. [eyng?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish ... &lt;br /&gt;-- When Broken is Easily Fixed. [uhhhh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to ...&lt;br /&gt;-- Lonely Train. [what does that mean?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to kill...&lt;br /&gt;-- Piece of Me. [weh. di aman ako gumawa ng Horcrux ah.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to eat ... &lt;br /&gt;-- Emily. [rawr! em gonna eatchoo.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My head ... &lt;br /&gt;-- Upside Down. [wtf?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am ... &lt;br /&gt;-- Touch My Body. [ahahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My best feature is ... &lt;br /&gt;-- I'll Never Tell. [it's a secret. cc:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My eyes are ...&lt;br /&gt;-- Peanut Butter Jelly Time. [what the hell?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My hair is ... &lt;br /&gt;-- Po Bitch. [crazy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You should ...&lt;br /&gt;-- Don't Jump. [you should do not jump.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Words of advice : &lt;br /&gt;-- Ayo Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do others see me :&lt;br /&gt;-- Before I Let You Go. [ew.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do i see myself :&lt;br /&gt;-- You're Killing Me. [... With your stare. xD]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7900055142849252441?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7900055142849252441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7900055142849252441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7900055142849252441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7900055142849252441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/07/survey-1-music-shuffle-survey.html' title='survey #1 : music shuffle survey :)'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-643609586466060835</id><published>2008-07-18T23:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:21:12.714+09:00</updated><title type='text'>after three months torture...</title><content type='html'>...i'm finally back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err so. &lt;br /&gt;what's up. &lt;br /&gt;haha. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left shoulder is damn hurting right now. i think i have an arthritis. yes. that must be it. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay.&lt;br /&gt;it's 12.17 in the morning. i still have to go to Agoo tomorrow. i mean today. i mean later. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must sleep.&lt;br /&gt;update tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to practice swing. c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-643609586466060835?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/643609586466060835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=643609586466060835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/643609586466060835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/643609586466060835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-three-months-torture.html' title='after three months torture...'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5675851886189565866</id><published>2008-06-28T09:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:01:54.359+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ELEVEN MONTHS. :D</title><content type='html'>one month to go! yeabah.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;we're practically okay right now.&lt;br /&gt;[except for the fact that i'm losing my head over Geometry right now. ARGH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE YEAR NA TONG BLOG KO. haha.&lt;br /&gt;happy anniv to me. happy happy anniv to me! xD&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun.&lt;br /&gt;wala pa ring net sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;next month siguro meron na.&lt;br /&gt;[SANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun larn sa ngayon. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5675851886189565866?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5675851886189565866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5675851886189565866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5675851886189565866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5675851886189565866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/06/eleven-months-d.html' title='ELEVEN MONTHS. :D'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6718438159321966978</id><published>2008-05-25T23:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:22:48.548+09:00</updated><title type='text'>apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;cue Apologize by One Republic here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm really really sorry i'm not able to update my blog these past few days. &lt;br /&gt;i'm still unavailable right now, though. our internet connection in La Union is still out. i don't know why. basta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update as soon as the connection is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm in baguio right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nakiki-internet lang sa uncle ko. :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6718438159321966978?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6718438159321966978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6718438159321966978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6718438159321966978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6718438159321966978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/apology.html' title='apology'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3171674711456715977</id><published>2008-05-20T12:11:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:27:03.802+09:00</updated><title type='text'>erm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="border: 1px solid black; 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width: 318px; height: 114px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 126px;"&gt;93%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q"&gt;OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wow. okay. haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/wantedposter.php?name=abigail&amp;msg=10&amp;reward=10" width="270" height="353"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=46"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-YEAH! come and get me! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;abigail will have to write:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#006600" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will not keep hinting that I’m a robot sent back in time to change the future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #000000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=84"&gt;'What will you have to write on the chalk board?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #000000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-now i know i'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="resdiv"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:380px; border:2px solid grey; background-color:eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:monospace; font-size:11pt; text-align:center;"&gt;abigail,&lt;br /&gt;your name's Secret Meaning is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight:bold;text-align:center; font-size:14pt; padding-bottom:6px;"&gt;"A Cell Phone Addict"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;padding:5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_231.html"&gt;What's your Name's Secret Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HEY! how did it know?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3171674711456715977?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3171674711456715977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3171674711456715977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3171674711456715977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3171674711456715977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/erm.html' title='erm'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3961499345697215562</id><published>2008-05-19T21:37:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:02:59.102+09:00</updated><title type='text'>the pros and cons of bagyong Cosme</title><content type='html'>We just got back from Manila, i think, 7:3o pm this evening? :] Yeah well, i think i've been lucky since Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Manila, it was raining. Not hard, thought. It's alright. We left at...4 am, maybe? Anyway. I slept until we got to Tarlac, Tarlac where we (and they woke me up) ate our breakfast in Luisita. In Max's. The house fried chicken built. And if you're like me, you'll translate that in Tagalog..."Ang bahay na ginawa ng prinitong manok." HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain was raining hard there. And there I knew that Cosme was there. I didn't care. HAHA. I was enjoying it. LOL. i love rain. no matter how hard it is. haha. We stayed there for about half an hour or more. That includes eating and having a vanity attack on the restroom. haha. xD (i have a couple of pics in the Max's restroom. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Manila at 9 am. Of course, my tita and cousin were there. They greeted me a happy birthday. same same. I love their dog, Poochie-turned-Porky. haha. He's a chow-chow. A dog breed that looks like a cross between a lion, a pig and a dog. x]&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i love their cats. Especially Solo. The big cat. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch, we decided to go to Ocean Park. Behind Quirino Grandstand, i think. yeah. whatever. haha. Since my friend Cosme was still mad at me for leaving La Union, he left us his rage. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch first at Harbour View where me and my brother noticed one of the waiters , Kiko, who looked like Miggy. Only with short hair. And no tattoos. haha. i have a picture of him in the background. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harbour View is a seafood restaurant where those ritz people go. (Hey, i'm not saying we're like those people. It's just that since my parents received the wages and everything, they decided to spend it. haha. And HEY, it's my birthday the day after that so no worries. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fearing strong waves after the 2004 tsunami incident. I may looked like a dork at Harbour View. Come on, what would you feel if your sitting at the edge, overlooking the water with strong waves flowing madly and crashing? I was sitting at the edge since my mom was afraid, my brother told me to go there. I had no choice. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to look at the water which was only 3-5 metres below? ugh. Good thing they pulled down the uhm... cover so i wouldn't see the waves. But the wind was so strong i can't eat right since my hair was flaring around. I looked like Storm. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch at Harbour View we went to Ocean Park. too many people and the restroom's not that big. *sighs* Oh well. Seen a lot of...fishes...and...water. It would have made my day if only we had bought that camera first. Oh well. *sighs AGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too tired. When we got home, there was my auntie-slash-ninang, and my cousin and her husband and their two kids, which basically, my nieces but since they're alot taller than me, you can't tell. We ate many. Got full. went to bed...err...sofa. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up...no...Waken up by my mum at 7 am because i had to go to mass since it was my birthday. Nahh. I'm not that excited. until they bought me...&lt;B&gt;CYBERSHOT T70&lt;/b&gt;! YEAH! Now, I only need a laptop. &amp;&amp; the Ebook Reader. All from SONY! woot. happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hums happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back at the house, i was too tired. My feet were aching and then ate Keith came in. And after an hour, Ate Maribeth and Kuya Mark Bien came. And hours later, Kuya Michael. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kelangan ko munang magstop. masakit na ulo ko. at naaantok na ako. bukas nalang. haha.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OUT-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3961499345697215562?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3961499345697215562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3961499345697215562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3961499345697215562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3961499345697215562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/pros-and-cons-of-bagyong-cosme.html' title='the pros and cons of bagyong Cosme'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1116293389475118050</id><published>2008-05-17T04:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:29:35.104+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my 200th post</title><content type='html'>This is my 200th post. &lt;i&gt;eksakto pa na aalis kami. ahaha! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month would be my 1st anniversary here in Blogger. Yay! My longest blog &lt;i&gt;palang&lt;/i&gt;. *ngisi* . I'm hoping this would be eternal blog. yiie. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my father just walked into my room. Accused me that I didn't sleep. COME ON. I slept! Hmpft. Haha. I slept for three hours only. I don't know why. But when I woke up,  I saw my brother still on the computer (mind you, he's a lot more addicted than I. Haha. I'M ONLY KIDDING!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw me, he asked me if I could transfer the songs on his mp4. Being the angel I am, I obliged. x]. And then it's his turn to sleep (he's still sleeping right now on my room. TSSSSS). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to wear. And I can't seem to find my camo jacket. Grr. Where the heck is it?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! It's my birthday tomorrow. Will you greet me, pretty puh-lease?? (*makes gag sounds*) Since we're going to Manila later, it's clear enough to see that I'll be spending it there. DUH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna rush this post. I'm still going to find my clothes. RAWR. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE BACK ON MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1116293389475118050?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1116293389475118050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1116293389475118050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1116293389475118050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1116293389475118050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-200th-post.html' title='my 200th post'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3962431068075916653</id><published>2008-05-15T02:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:58:08.899+09:00</updated><title type='text'>vampire.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm a vampire. i cannot sleep. :| Tomorrow, i will be a full-pledged vampire because i won't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to Manila this Saturday early morning like 4 am. I can stay awake for that long. But I have to give up my computer hours to my brother so I can sleep the whole day. Well, not exactly the whole day but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of my vampire, the king of the CVSC was on The Singing Bee. Unfortunately, Miggy was out because Raimund got the lyrics of the song. Aww. Poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.38 in the morning &amp;&amp; i'm hungry. Got blood there? x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Speaking, AGAIN, of vampires, I remember James Marsters in Buffy. He's Spike, in case you wanna know. I can't download the video of "Once More With Feeling" in my PSP. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a knack for vampires? And bad boys. I like them bad boys. Hawt. Oops. He reads my blog. No worries. :x [agaw eksena: miss you.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt; visit:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; http://psycho-hangout.blogspot.com&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my story blog. please comment, okay? I'll be posting the next chapter/s by tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love. &amp;hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OUT-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3962431068075916653?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3962431068075916653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3962431068075916653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3962431068075916653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3962431068075916653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/vampire.html' title='vampire.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7006848244513064202</id><published>2008-05-14T02:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:45:43.156+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep or not to sleep?</title><content type='html'>i've been deciding if i'm going to sleep or not. my eyes are beginning to drop but my mind is alert &amp;&amp; awake. argh. don't you know i'm also hungry? haha. just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently (and had just downloaded) Sway by the Pussycat Dolls. I remember Antonio Bandera's movie. I've forgotten the title already. But it's about dance. I also remember Honey starring Jessica Alba. I want to watch them now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to the sleep or not to sleep issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'e tried not to sleep for two whole days. It's okay though, just deduct the body aches . Overall, it's all right. But I don't want to stay up and think about what happened. ugh. We had a fight again, you see. 'Bout that stupid look-alike of the Teddy of Mr. Bean &amp;&amp; i hugged him. And the fact that the bear was a gift from my classmate, Zeus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's jealous. That's it.I just wish he would reduce that jealousy. It's not good after a long time. It can cause a lot of pain, you know. Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hungry. My stomach is rumbling &amp;&amp; I think I may have to sleep. Just for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday night, I won't sleep. I'm going to Manila. And we'll be going at 4 am or something. That's 2 hours from now. I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7006848244513064202?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7006848244513064202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7006848244513064202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7006848244513064202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7006848244513064202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep-or-not-to-sleep.html' title='sleep or not to sleep?'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-657041707589015058</id><published>2008-05-12T17:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:13:43.558+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by ate Paw. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WARNiNG. TagLish post. Better have some tissues ready for your nosebleeding. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name ten things starting with the letter P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza &lt;br /&gt; - i love pepperoni pizza &amp;&amp; ham &amp;&amp; bacon. Pizza Hut's Cheesy Volcano is &lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pamaypay &lt;br /&gt; - marami na akong nasirang pamaypay ng nanay ko. haha. Since elementary. Either nawala ko yun or nasira ko. haha. i'm so clumsy. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Patintero &lt;br /&gt; - nilalaro namin yan. haha. :D peyborit since elementary. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pilgrims &lt;br /&gt; - wula lang. naisipan ko lang kasi naalala ko yung Madison Finn ko na libro. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paper &lt;br /&gt; - i waste alot of paper when i'm at school. Hey, I can't help it. But i'm not littering them. nah-uh. I stuffed it in my bag until I decide to throw them away. haha. &amp;&amp; paper is the most important thing in my life. Because of paper, I would be, someday, somehow, an aspiring writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pastel &lt;br /&gt; - yan. YAN ang laging requirement sa Arts. ugh. Kulang nalang isaksak ko yung mga oil pastel sa mukha ng Prof namin. LOL. ang sama ko. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Panda stuffed toy.&lt;br /&gt; - i always wanted some big Panda stuffed toy which i can cuddle but i have my teddy bears so it's okay. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Painter&lt;br /&gt; - when i was a kid, i told my family that i want to be a painter. Not a painter of a house but a painter like da Vinci, Gogh, Munch &amp;&amp; whosoever. But i never get the chance to get it because I FiNALLY decided that I would be a writer. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Prayer &lt;br /&gt; - a prayer can save us from hopelessness and fear. Best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pain&lt;br /&gt; - the thing that could make us break down. &amp;&amp; what i felt these past few days... ;]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M TAGGiNG.&lt;/b&gt; Ate Alyssa. Kuya Chester.Jam. &lt;br /&gt;erm. and anybody else who would accidentally read this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your post should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEN THINGS STARTING WITH THE LETTER "T"&lt;/b&gt;. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-657041707589015058?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/657041707589015058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=657041707589015058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/657041707589015058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/657041707589015058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-ate-paw.html' title='tagged by ate Paw. :)'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3830073917566533176</id><published>2008-05-12T10:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:54:32.451+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Fangirl</title><content type='html'>oh yeah. i'm back in the Fan game. durmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M A LOSER.&lt;/b&gt; Seeing I just watched Harry Potter 5 three days ago makes me a total LOSER. hmpft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. I'm gonna let out another revelation...Haha. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I über like LUNA LOVEGOOD! haha! I don't know who portrays her though. Could you tell me? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f180/elsbeth22/normal_premlondres11.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty. BUT she's weird. She's like a magical hippie. [oh god. what am i saying?] Well, SHE IS. haha. You can see it when you read the book, the way she talks about Crumpled Horn Snorckacks [erm. is that the spelling?]. And how she loves nature. Makes me think she's a hippie. But has magical powers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i like YOUNG Sirius Black. haha. He's so hot. LOL. x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m209/emma_dumbledore/youngsiriusblack9im.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUNG SNAPE! also FREAKIN' HOT. haha. :D damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh125/sweetsins_2008/snape54.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma stop it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3830073917566533176?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3830073917566533176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3830073917566533176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3830073917566533176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3830073917566533176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/harry-potter-fangirl.html' title='Harry Potter Fangirl'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5758076702440850397</id><published>2008-05-11T19:32:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:31:45.933+09:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i would tell you my biggest problem i had ever faced.&lt;br /&gt;haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before summer, i had a problem. HE &amp;&amp; i just had a really big problem. everyday fights...:( and one day, he decided it was best he would stay away for a while. so he stood up for himself, COURTED this bitch[oh yes. she is ONE!] who looks like amy winehouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said to me that she won't like him EVER. but what did she do? she still entertained him. bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good time, though. I was ready to leave for Mindanao. I decided i would take my time off of the problems in Luzon. so i took the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nung nasa PAL pa nga lang may nakita na ako eh. LOL.&lt;/i&gt; his name is Rommel Chan, PAL Flight Attendant. ;] cutie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, who would forget kuya dan? haay. he's such a smart hottie. weird more likely. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had moved on when we were in Cagayan de Oro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, in the resort we're stayung in, i decided to text him &amp;&amp; my best friend about the updates. and most likely, abou kuya dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised when HE replied. he must be angry since his text was booming. he even told me he hated me because i hurt him. OH YEAH. who hurt who in the first place? damn. but i was so sad. didn't really thought he'd still care. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it left me so confusing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before we left, he called me. saying he missed me. and was sorry about what he did...i wasn't going to be easy to get here. so i didn't say i love him for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him why he decided to come back...and what he said really made me mad.&lt;br /&gt;he told me she didn't take him seriously. lured him into her world &amp;&amp; made him look like shit. he got mad, of course. and me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i really expected her to care for him. yeah. and she didn't. i was really okay about what happened. about him going to her. but when i learned she was just playing with him, i got mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't understand him more than i do. damn her. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't the only one who she had played before. a lot of guys. dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU'RE WITH HER. OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is her pic...and her twin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p47/abidiaz/1_210281616l.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this is her. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;she's saying she's not emo DAW. but what the ruddy hell. POSER. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THiS is her TWiN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p47/abidiaz/amy.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my post for tonight. hay.&lt;br /&gt;be careful again. ;]&lt;br /&gt;don't trust easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5758076702440850397?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5758076702440850397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5758076702440850397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5758076702440850397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5758076702440850397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8157702143215313668</id><published>2008-05-11T19:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:31:32.259+09:00</updated><title type='text'>random things. :)</title><content type='html'>May 11. Mothers Day na. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;wala akong pera para bumili ng regalo sa nanay ko. haha. kaya naging mabait nalang ako ngayon. haha. YiPEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa araw na ito nagtapos ang aking "babysitting days". WAHAHA. &gt;:D. Tapos na din ang mga araw na kailangan kong maging isang babysitter para sa tatlo kong pinsan na makulit. UBER KULiT! x] haha. sa wakas. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero natawa ako sa kanila ng bigla nilang sinabi, &lt;b&gt;ABi CHAVEZ&lt;/b&gt;. muwahaha. buti pa tong mga pinsan ko. haha. LOL. so cute. haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8157702143215313668?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8157702143215313668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8157702143215313668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8157702143215313668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8157702143215313668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-things.html' title='random things. :)'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1459453477639793142</id><published>2008-05-11T00:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:53:43.819+09:00</updated><title type='text'>grr.</title><content type='html'>i'm confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;really confused. haay. x|&lt;br /&gt;don't ask again. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my layout again. it's called perfect cute couples. yeah. haha. LOL. i'm feeling that way right now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mothers' day tomorrow. i don't have a gift for my mom. don't have money. igs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my birthday is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;MAY 18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget okay? &lt;br /&gt;send many comments in my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/xabiix"&gt;FS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or text me at my number. haha. if you know it. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; AH BASTA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should greet me in any way. it's okay if i don't get gifts. i'm not expecting it, really. just greet me &amp;&amp; i'll be okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1459453477639793142?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1459453477639793142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1459453477639793142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1459453477639793142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1459453477639793142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/grr.html' title='grr.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2256469036708052853</id><published>2008-05-08T19:32:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:45:52.006+09:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling hurt today. physically &amp;&amp; emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me because i'm taking care of my three hyperactive cousins.&lt;br /&gt;one time today, i cried when they went out of the room and when they came back i hurriedly wiped my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh come on. they're just three kids. they don't know these things yet. all they care about is toys, toys &amp;&amp; toys. that's because i was thrown two teddy bears straight in the head this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, they two girls are in my room and the little boy, Miggy [miggy chavez...haay] is outside doing i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch that. he's here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy, the middle child, is drawing. While Miggy &amp;&amp; Louise, the oldest, are watching Powerpuff Girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum is here already. gaah. i'm not ready to babysit yet. maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling alone right now. Hurt, even so. hay. Can't believe that person would do that to me. x.x don't ask. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, though. My enemy looks like Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;harhar. Her primary pic at friendster looks like her. haha. I want to protect her privacy but I'll get you a pic of Amy Winehouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x258/iheartlayla/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2256469036708052853?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2256469036708052853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2256469036708052853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2256469036708052853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2256469036708052853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/complicated.html' title='complicated.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1995963173319129246</id><published>2008-05-01T17:19:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:54:43.608+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hot-headed gal.</title><content type='html'>i'm hot-headed today. &lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed off easily. and now i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer right now. Tabula Rasa, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh hard though. Especially the part when they woke up and they don't know a thing. (That's when Spike fell off the table and screamed like a girl. HAHA). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; angry. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1995963173319129246?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1995963173319129246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1995963173319129246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1995963173319129246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1995963173319129246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-headed-gal.html' title='hot-headed gal.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6512388110474333443</id><published>2008-04-29T18:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:00:23.823+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new haircut.</title><content type='html'>oh yes. i got a new haircut which my dad told me i looked like Iya Villania(YEAH RIGHT!)-slash-JENNYLYN MERCADO. my goodness.then my dad told me i looked like pokwang. what the. hahaha. does pokwang have bangs? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. here are some pics. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/7186/pik1446cv8.th.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/4693/pik1447ze8.th.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/7106/pik1448ej5.th.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/2663/pik1433oe3.th.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/6776/pik1434ft0.th.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. decide! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6512388110474333443?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6512388110474333443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6512388110474333443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6512388110474333443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6512388110474333443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-haircut.html' title='new haircut.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-4911315494295111275</id><published>2008-04-28T08:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:11:10.702+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>oh-kay. i think it's time to change my layout and so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my layout now describes reality...well, that's what it says. LOL. :]&lt;br /&gt;full of traffic but can still go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. &lt;i&gt;yun lang. nitatamad na kasi ako. X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-4911315494295111275?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/4911315494295111275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=4911315494295111275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/4911315494295111275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/4911315494295111275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8288939277333342482</id><published>2008-04-27T10:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:22:02.752+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>i'm tagged by ate &lt;a href="http://lizacastronuevo.blogspot.com"&gt;Liza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts / habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i love, love Buffy the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;2. i like skater dudes. :D&lt;br /&gt;3. i love Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;4. i can't live without my mp4.&lt;br /&gt;5. i am obsessed with the color black.&lt;br /&gt;6. i watch romantic comedy movies every Saturday &amp;&amp; Sunday afternoon. X]&lt;br /&gt;7. i have a weakness for sexy eyes. X]]&lt;br /&gt;8. i love deeply. &lt;br /&gt;9. i believe that grades doesn't measure intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;10. i hate to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging : ate Krisha. ate Lorie. Nica. Alexandra. Chelsi. ate Alyssa. ate Vea. ate Rose. Diana. Jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8288939277333342482?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8288939277333342482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8288939277333342482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8288939277333342482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8288939277333342482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8274873341232823429</id><published>2008-04-26T12:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:26:53.689+09:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh.</title><content type='html'>if you have been texting me for a while now, you may have noticed i've been using the word "uhh" for a lot of times. haha. it's my favorite word now, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh [haha]. i realized from these days i've been going out, i'm a lot more &lt;i&gt;siga&lt;/i&gt; when i walk. uhh. X] am i turning into a boy now? haha. no. i'm still the same. i'm just being tough right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now playing: Promise by Matchbook Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so it's summer. what am i doing so far? uhh. not much. i should have been in the salon right now. having my hair cut. and my mom said i should have bangs. err. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;nash and mary laughed at me when i said that. BAD GIRLS! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now playing: Because I Got High by Afroman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. when i hear this song, i feel like i'm losing control. LOL. haha. &lt;i&gt;nakaka-high talaga&lt;/i&gt;! haha. try to hear it. but beware of the message and the lyrics. not for those who are innocent. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i have a Cybershot T70 cam. and a Sony Vaio CR notebook. hmpft. and the E-Book Reader! LOL. gadget freak mode again. duuuuuuurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming is really getting worse. Can you people discipline yourselves?! You're making the world hell! So better get disciplines or we have to kick your butts out and send you to the sun. XP haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. that's the end of my post this morning. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8274873341232823429?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8274873341232823429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8274873341232823429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8274873341232823429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8274873341232823429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/uhh.html' title='uhh.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8913956025210451526</id><published>2008-04-25T17:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:16:28.911+09:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense</title><content type='html'>haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joined BloodyheartXcore's Globe chapter. and managed my daily mood swings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for a red horse but i didn't continue it. haha. i remembered somebody told me that drinking was bad influence. yeah right. haha. it's not as if he didn't drink that night. LOL. XD [only kidding kuya].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had finished copying the mindanao trip pictures into my brand new repaired laptop. haha. so much files had been deleted. even the Intel Proset Wireless had been deleted that's why i'm stuck in the living room while connecting with the LAN device. igs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the uncountable time. haha. XD very fun to read. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it's raining. i love the coolness of the rain. very soothing. ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8913956025210451526?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8913956025210451526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8913956025210451526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8913956025210451526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8913956025210451526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/nonsense.html' title='nonsense'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5348948164086950344</id><published>2008-04-23T15:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:13:16.839+09:00</updated><title type='text'>continuation of mindanao trip madness.</title><content type='html'>DAY 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still in Cagayan de Oro. particularly in Apple Tree Resort. &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sammy said we're going rafting. I already thought that will be one hell of an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't expected that we would be heading at the... uhh... i forgot the name but that place has the zipline, skybridge and rappeling. mm. all the youngsters joined the fun but some of the oldies were scared. LOL. tita belen and tita irma are the only oldies who tried. [though tita irma was traumatized after that and she was scared to go rafting].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to pass the skybridge first. it was high, of course. scary high for those who are afraid of heights, my brother included. HAHAHA. XD skybridge has three parts. and at the end, we had to do the zipline. FUN. *jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after we had a long ride to the rafting place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we had a lecture about the paddling, the safety and some other things. and off we went.i teamed up with ate anna, my bro, michael and &amp;&amp; kuya allan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rafting was 3 hours long with 14 rapids and very hot exposure of sunlight which caused everyone dark skin &amp;&amp; sunburns. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the hotel and had a good rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, we went swimming and did the whole Monkey Annabelle game again in the pool. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the farmhouse in Davao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should've went to Camiguin and Marawi but there were some complications made by SOME oldies of the group,.HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5348948164086950344?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5348948164086950344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5348948164086950344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5348948164086950344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5348948164086950344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/continuation-of-mindanao-trip-madness.html' title='continuation of mindanao trip madness.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2789722649974958755</id><published>2008-04-22T00:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:40:56.249+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm BACK! :)</title><content type='html'>after a long, long time! i'm finally back people! haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys. yeabah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so an update with what i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Mindanao last April 3. i never got to join our class outing because of that. it's okay, though. i could have at least rest my mind from all the tensions here in La Union. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Manila for a day, since we, my relatives there, are also in the trip. Good thing. The day after, we stayed in the house, double checked the baggages-slash-clothes and then went to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we can't fit into the Highlander of my cousin, we decided to ask the friend of my cousin to drive us with his Grandia. the baggages went to the Highlander and the peepz went with the Grandia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hit traffic soon enough. i mean duh. when does Manila have no traffic? X] lol. anyway. we made it in the airport, still cooled down. haha. not much people around for the Manila-Davao flight. There were these cute Chinese/Japanese kids behind us. Oh so cute. haha. XD and then I noticed this uber&lt;i&gt;wafu&lt;/i&gt; guy. haha. and i immediately thought that this guy must be one of the flight attendants. and what i thought was true. Rommel Chan(hottie alert. LOL)is the hottest flight attendant since the other one is gay...i think. LOL. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left Manila about 5.3o pm and arrived at Davao at 7.4o pm. oh. i forgot to tell that it's my first time.  haha. but i didn't get so hoppy-happy. i'm not like some that will jump up and down like a rabbit. :3 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled a bit when we arrived since the farmhouse of my uncle(distant relative) is a bit faaaar. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their farmhouse is really big. Every room has an aircon. Though not every room has an LCD TV. :D but overall, it's great. haha. We, ate Anna, Denise, my two nephews and I, slept at the &lt;s&gt;toppest&lt;/s&gt; topmost room of the house. well. it's not really a sleeping room. it's meant to be a bar. but since the sofas and the matress are inviting we stayed there for a night... until Michael, my nephew, came down with measles and we can't sleep there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Eden. It's the base of Mount&lt;s&gt;ain&lt;/s&gt; Apo, as they say. haha. We just ate there. took some pics. tried the Indiana Jones &amp;&amp; rode the shuttle. :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to the Philippine Eagle Center. Saw Pag-Asa and other Philippine eagles. laughed at the eagles. haha. and then stayed to see the Long-tailed macaques. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home. same thing. we ate, took a bath then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Samal. at Chema's. it was low tide and so the water is like URR. haha. we tried the Jetski, though. at first we all had a guide. mine is kuya dan. some of them tried it alone in the afternoon but i refused. [em not a scaredy cat. i just love to be the passenger than to be the driver.] we ate Chop Suey and Barbecues for lunch. haha. uhh. then took pics again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the farmhouse. ate. took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lake Sebu.&lt;br /&gt;this is my only statement for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE JUST TRAVELED FOR 5 HOURS TO EAT SINIGANG NA TILAPIA WITH WATERMELON. &lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then traveled back again. with the Beatles CD of Mr. Bean ringing in my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to Cagayan de Oro. we traveled through Bukidnon. made a stopover at PCC at CMU. traveled to CDO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a resort called Apple Tree. [Apple Bottom Tree and boots with the fur...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;cannot proceed. &lt;br /&gt;sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check my pics at my FS account.&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/xabiix"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2789722649974958755?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2789722649974958755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2789722649974958755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2789722649974958755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2789722649974958755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m BACK! :)'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6757610105159541319</id><published>2008-03-21T23:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:50:45.137+09:00</updated><title type='text'>and to think i was starting to live...</title><content type='html'>8 months, I experienced the best happiness in my life. 8 months, I experienced frightening moments and anger. For 8 months, I was really loved. and to think that i was starting to live, it all came crashing down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, it's for real. my mind is in tremendous confusion. i don't know what to do anymore. until, i had an idea last week and it caused me my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fought this "high-class gangster wannabe" and well, you all know gangsters. They looove to fight. i continued it until i pissed her off completely and ended up sacrificing my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had an agreement. just to settle our long time ramblings and cursing on text messages, we decided to face off next month. and she said, she's gonna kill me. Yeah, like i'm afraid. I know it would be a dream come true. But there's one thing I wish that would happen...and he already knows it. But i HOPE he remembers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm counting the days, i realized, what did i do to deserve this hurting? is it just that EASY to break me apart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so numb? They can see me hurting so much but they just continue to hurt me. What did I do to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit my friends are there for me but i know they won't understand. They won't freaking understand what i'm feeling right now. I feel so gutted, depressed and useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may see me smiling and laughing with my friends but deep inside there's a deep wound in my heart that no one can mend. A wound that would change my life, my mind and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound started small but then got bigger and bigger. If i would be more depressed, my heart will fall off. I'm starting to feel numb. My life had been great. For 8 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault, I admit it. Because of my stupid mouth, I had done something I would regret in my life. Why did I do that? Because I'm so stupid. My stupidity had reached its limit but it's still pushing its way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me through all of these. Make me strong. Like he wanted me too. Because of him, I was energized. I felt the love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is already overwritten. haha. so I have to stop now and have some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to be strong. It's what he wants and that's what i want. &lt;br /&gt;Have a good day guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hearing me out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6757610105159541319?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6757610105159541319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6757610105159541319&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6757610105159541319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6757610105159541319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-to-think-i-was-starting-to-live.html' title='and to think i was starting to live...'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1303672230437088819</id><published>2008-03-16T22:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:44:58.988+09:00</updated><title type='text'>god.</title><content type='html'>so much has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;my life is being tested again. and now, i'm in the verge of crying my heart out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is our finals but i don't know if i'm ready. yes, i have reviewed everything and that but then what happened last friday gave my mind a total jumpstart. As if my mind was being sucked into electric wires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do to deserve it? &lt;br /&gt;he said all i know was...IS... jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i admit. i MAY BE the world's jealous queen. but you can't blame me. though i want you to blame me. [urm.. duh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard those words i was like, "Uhm. What? Are you serious?" &lt;br /&gt;and they were like way serious...darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought at that time, "What's the use of loving when that someone doesn't even love you really?"&lt;br /&gt;i was also like, shit. Why are you all being HYPOCRITES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hurting. they can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing there's no classes, though. i was crying in our &lt;i&gt;tambayan&lt;/i&gt; for two hours straight. with Chynn, Lyn and Nash by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my appetite so i just hang out alone during lunch time since Lyn and Nash had to go somewhere else. And Chynn? Well, she disappeared after we left her with her groupmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was hanging out alone when suddenly someone sat on the floor in front of me. Surprise, surprise. It's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself,"What the hell is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be with HER?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he talked. Explained. a bit only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1303672230437088819?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1303672230437088819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1303672230437088819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1303672230437088819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1303672230437088819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/03/god.html' title='god.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2434788348302038225</id><published>2008-03-09T22:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:39:15.596+09:00</updated><title type='text'>first post for march.</title><content type='html'>i haven't been in touch with my blog because of a stupid thing. &lt;i&gt;basta&lt;/i&gt;. don't mind it. i'm temporarily banned from this laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be reviewing for our finals next week but, as usual, i've been very lazy again. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is at stake again. i don't know if he's in or out in my life right now. but i'm feeling (and fearing) that he's out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. &lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning. my heart is beating fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back on the 18th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2434788348302038225?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2434788348302038225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2434788348302038225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2434788348302038225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2434788348302038225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-post-for-march.html' title='first post for march.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6714507644208573571</id><published>2008-02-24T23:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:00:20.509+09:00</updated><title type='text'>damn life.</title><content type='html'>i'm turning emotional again. i thought i was changing...no, i thought i AM changed. but i believe that i can't let go of my past personality that fast. it still left a scar on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's healing. but everytime, i still find a way to open that scar again. it's so hard. i wanna be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life would be fine if THOSE people are not in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they just leave me at peace? If they won't, i'll be really at PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;[geddit?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Steamer" size="8"&gt;LIFE SUCKS FOR THE NTH TIME&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6714507644208573571?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6714507644208573571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6714507644208573571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6714507644208573571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6714507644208573571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-life.html' title='damn life.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5664617189625937194</id><published>2008-02-23T19:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:32:46.274+09:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking out.</title><content type='html'>daym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T SHE JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE?!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT'S FOR MY OWN GOOD BUT CAN'T SHE SEE? SHE'LL BE RUINING MY LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THAT DAY COMES, MY LIFE IN THE FOLLOWING DAYS WOULD BE HELL! &lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU I'M NOT STRONG! I'M FREAKING WEAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HOPING THAT DAY WOULDN'T COME OR ELSE I'M DOOMED.&lt;br /&gt;OR, WORSE, DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE COULD UNDERSTAND ME. NO ONE WOULD! &lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU WOMAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU ALL! MY LIFE IS NOW MIXED UP BECAUSE OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL PART OF LIFE'S RICH TAPESTRY. CAN'T YOU JUST UNDERSTAND THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TELLING THIS IN MY BLOG 'CAUSE I'M NOT OPEN TO ANYONE. NOT EVEN HIM...,,&lt;br /&gt;I'M TOO SCARED TO SAY SOMETHING. TOO SHY YOU'D KNOW ALL MY SECRETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because since i was a kid i never shared my BIGGEST and DARKEST secrets...not even to my best friend who i loved so mucch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please understand my situation. i'm not happy in our house. i'm just grateful my brother is here...haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only they can read this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Steamer" size="8"&gt;LiFE SUCKS! DEMMET!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5664617189625937194?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5664617189625937194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5664617189625937194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5664617189625937194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5664617189625937194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/freaking-out.html' title='freaking out.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-111800323551323674</id><published>2008-02-16T22:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:46:56.422+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my valentines. &lt;33</title><content type='html'>sooo, eto nangyari haha, *kilig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaga akong pumasok ngayon. haha. XD 6.3o nasa school na. LOL. [agaaa!] tapos hanggang 7.3o naghintay ako kay Karlo .wee. haha. naexcite kasi ako sa surprise kasi. XD&lt;br /&gt;tapos nung dumating sila [kasama si bespren nya], may hawak-hawak siyang rose. akala ko akin. XD haha. yun pala sa adviser namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo nalungkot ako nun. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perooooo. yun pala. [kasama yung bespren nya] nasa bag nila yung para sa amin. haha. XD RED ROSE. [check out the pics mamaya sa picture perfect thread ko. XD]. ayun. super kilig naman. napa-hug ako. joke. haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko ba. tapos magkatabi kami buong umaga. yun lang. haha. LOL.  kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagdecide kami na sa Jollibee kumain [check the pics mamaya. XD]. AKO ang nanlibre. haha. kasi siya yung manlilibre pag pumunta kami ng Baguio. wahaha. ayun. di namin alam andun din yung ibang "couples". hehe. nakisama na kami. at ayun. sobrang saya. haha. muntikan pa kaming ma-late sa 1st period namin ng hapon eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, nung pagkauwi, Jollibee ule. Pero ngayon, kasama yung adviser namin. Ayun, masaya pa rin talaga. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ngayon nakangiti ako. wahaha. parang baliw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro kasi, eto yung pinakaunang Valentines Day na sobrang saya ko. unlike noong past years. wahaha. saya talaga. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-111800323551323674?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/111800323551323674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=111800323551323674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/111800323551323674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/111800323551323674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-valentines-33.html' title='my valentines. &lt;33'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-9034210705069043352</id><published>2008-02-13T20:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:32:00.879+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts day is tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>it's Valentines Day tomorrow. i wonder what would happen? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY [referring to rawr, kranz and joanes] told US [me, danika and xhang] that they have a surprise for us tomorrow. WHAT WOULD THAT BE?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wag naman sanang sumayaw ng kagat-labi. HAHA. LOL!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KADIREEEEEE. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. dadalhin ko pa pala yung si latest bear. haha. LOL. XD wala kasi akong maisip na name. kaya ayan. LATEST BEAR. kurne. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit di pa siya nagtetext? haay. ano nanaman kaya nangyayari dun? arrggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. magtext ka na. &lt;br /&gt;nak naman eh. &lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-9034210705069043352?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/9034210705069043352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=9034210705069043352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9034210705069043352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9034210705069043352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/hearts-day-is-tomorrow.html' title='hearts day is tomorrow!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8147419949439087271</id><published>2008-02-11T23:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:29:37.271+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tired eyes.</title><content type='html'>my tired eyes are going down. harhar. i'm so tired looking for photoshop brushes [yeah! i finally got my own PS. rawr] and i quit. haha. i may have to do some serious photoshopping on the weekends. or whenever i could be in front of the computer all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i also got my PlayStation Portable! YEEAAAAAH. i was convincing my dad but then he made up excuses and at the very least person i expected bought me that PSP, MY MOM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was telling them that i really, REALLY want the PSP, my mom was a little bit annoyed. haha. i was so insisting that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she bought it for me. i want to go with a black one but they were out of stock [GRR]. Luckily, they have white. So white's the color i chose. rawr. haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really, really tired! i wanna go to sleep but we still have to finish Billy and Mandy. haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;adik na!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school days are countable. haha. :]] &lt;i&gt;is that a word?&lt;/i&gt; i'm very excited about the days when we have nothing to do anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, &lt;b&gt; NO CLASSES! &lt;/b&gt; haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. gotta sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8147419949439087271?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8147419949439087271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8147419949439087271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8147419949439087271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8147419949439087271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired-eyes.html' title='tired eyes.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3392055647799082557</id><published>2008-02-06T21:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:23:02.484+09:00</updated><title type='text'>my world is now clear.</title><content type='html'>nooo. my life doesn't revolve in Clear Shampoo. [i don't use Clear. haha] What i mean is, my status is in normal condition again. hehe. he just CAN'T resist me. HAHA. XD i'm feeling a bit girly now. DAMN. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we didn't do much this day. since it's Ash Wednesday, we held a mass at 1o-11.3o. :] we only had class on Biology and Arts. In the afternoon, they told us we don't have classes and there was a big YAY. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, RAWR wasn't able to come to school this afternoon because he wasn't feeling well. It was a bit lonely seeing others having their own partners. haha. [okay, okay. I'M JEALOUS!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LUNCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis made us laugh like he always do. But today may be the best day we ever laughed. &lt;img src="http://www.smileyx.com/smilies/Y7IEYY000009b.gif"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm exaggerating again. But I really think it is. &lt;br /&gt;Though it is a bit GREEN...well...it's GREEN! haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang songs like "Greatest Love of All","Babae Po Ako", et cetera, then he replaced some lines with some 'not-really-good-for-the-ears' lines. tss. you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, that's what Louis does. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in came Kranz. He plugged a CD into the player and what sound that came out surprised us... and made us laugh again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3 year-old kid [who, Kranz informed us, was his cousin] was singing those kind of songs you hear today. it was so cute and we were all laughing. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Mam Dels came in, told us they had a meeting...So that's where it all ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just made our project in Arts and we went home. But before i went home, i dropped RAWR's CD player in their house. haha. and i went back to school because i left my book and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3392055647799082557?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3392055647799082557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3392055647799082557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3392055647799082557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3392055647799082557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-world-is-now-clear.html' title='my world is now clear.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2671950393590719305</id><published>2008-02-04T19:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:08:08.275+09:00</updated><title type='text'>crying</title><content type='html'>why do we cry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a way to release all of our anger, all of our despairs, and all of our fears. A single teardrop can be deadly to someone's eyes (figuratively, of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is my daily routine these days. After what happened, it's all i can think to do.  Especially since I didn't have anyone right now. And everything has changed. It won't be the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying right now. i got so much damn problems i don't think i can handle. if only i was strong enough to do it on my own. i could kill a person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day, i tried holding back the tears. but it all came crashing down when i was walking home. i was with him at that time. i was with my "BEST FRIEND"...yes, he is my best friend now. :[ and i thought, it would be the last time would be with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i was crying. under the heat of the sun. i felt so down. i felt so hopeless. i felt so ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. make that, i FEEL so alone. &lt;i&gt;isama mo pa yung pagdinig ko ng Discovering the Waterfront ng Silverstein. bwisit talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit nya pa kasi kinanta-kanta yan kanina. ang saket tuloy. haay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere changed when i went to school. it's as if cold air is surrounding me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, it's quite chilly this morning. haha. so, what the hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like crying. no joke. but the problem is, i can't let it out. i don't know why...it's like, my eyes are pushing it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?Why?WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling weak. i don't want to feel like this. can't THOSE people leave me alone? it's all i wanted. i know they tell us these things. but we're not stupid enough to do something naughty. DANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't THOSE people see that they're making our lives HELL-er than it is? that's why we're being bad. we're being a rebel. we're being (as what you call) &lt;i&gt;pasaway&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's the right thing that you lot are telling us off, but then, do you think it's too much? you never know you're hurting them too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not dumb. we're doing what we want. or for some people, it's just a way to tell you something. we're sending messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you would all understand us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. i'm losing all controls. please, i'm fighting it...isn't it enough? i don't want torture now. you know i'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying would be the result. :'[ no one would notice me. like this morning, no one noticed i'm breaking down... maybe because i was too busy being mad at myself. or busy being depressed. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[listening to Half Alive by Secondhand Serenade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;haay&lt;/i&gt;. at least, it's not Discovering, anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world is now cold. it turned black. and i'm fearing it would be permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me make it through tomorrow. you're my only savior. and my guide. :'[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2671950393590719305?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2671950393590719305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2671950393590719305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2671950393590719305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2671950393590719305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/crying.html' title='crying'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8022732687715065746</id><published>2008-02-03T18:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:32:05.160+09:00</updated><title type='text'>freaked.</title><content type='html'>i'm not the same anymore. i've completely changed. oh. wrong. i didn't change. i just went back to my old self. :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i deduct the slashing and the cutting because it is banned in my life now. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the status of me and my enemy : he said sorry. i didn't care. i don't care. after all he said to me and my school? nah-uh. no chance of making up. sorry, dude. no chance. i'm not that kind of person. you hurt me so much. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my &lt;3 : even if you're mad at me. haha. labyoo. hope you can still forgive me. he didn't really texted me. he just missent it to me. i'm sorry you have to deal with this. i didn't know. i promise i'll pay you back. don't worry. i'm still gonna be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i'm losing myself. [damn disorder!] i'm &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; freaked out. like, right now. i feel it up creeping. i'm beginning to get nervous and shaky. oh no no. i can't bear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my disorder is becoming stronger and stronger than ever. i may give up easily. and i may have to die sooner than anyone may think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[listening to Last Look by Chicosci]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the only one who can help me survive in these challenges. i DO hope he will forgive me. and forget the things that had happened. but i think, there's no chance. :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish.wish.wish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything will be back to normal before the 14th. it's HARD being alone in the 14th, ya know? it's hard to get jealous with everybody who has their own lovebirds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[listening to Half Alive by Secondhand Serenade] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i'm almost alive and i need you to try and save me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay. i'm über nervous right now, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HOPE ALL PEOPLE CAN GO BACK TO NORMAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way it used to be. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8022732687715065746?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8022732687715065746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8022732687715065746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8022732687715065746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8022732687715065746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/freaked.html' title='freaked.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5828629179437253808</id><published>2008-02-02T19:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:48:15.502+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm falling into pieces.</title><content type='html'>my worst nightmare had happened last night. i can't believe it. i was so stunned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we talked about it. had a plan. but the plan's not working. and i'm fearing lots of things now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll never be the same. I will never be the same. i thought this morning i was recovering from it. but NO. i'm still falling back down. argh. i was trying not to release the demon in my mind, but he's spreading his virus. argh. no. i will fight it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i going to do? all i could think is suck it all up. cry it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. i can't forget it. i can't let go. no no no. it's not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smiles will be fake. my laughs will be sounding less than what is heard. my soul is heavy and my mind is not working properly. i feel like crying my heart out now. but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i cried. my eyes were puffy all day. and still, my eyes are sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't fight for what i want. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason i'm losing everything i love. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5828629179437253808?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5828629179437253808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5828629179437253808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5828629179437253808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5828629179437253808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-falling-into-pieces.html' title='i&apos;m falling into pieces.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2483538507403920101</id><published>2008-01-31T20:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:17:15.742+09:00</updated><title type='text'>for STUPID.</title><content type='html'>haha! i just encountered a desperate humanoid in YM. LOL. haha. :]] he actually thought  i'm weak. LOL. haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in his face! LOL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not low class. we just want to keep our profile low. haha. &lt;br /&gt;LOL is not old. haha. It's an abbreviation. DUH. haha. Do you think cavemen used LOL in the past years?! HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh. you were SO desperate to put us down eh? haha. but sorry, you can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we speak bad words. what do you care? as if, none of you curses. STUPID. &lt;br /&gt;and about the frat thing? again, many students in YOUR school is a member. STUPID. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the words. i just find it easy to express my feelings with that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ready to fight? get your gang now and we'll face each other. LOL. let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CRIMINALS vs. FAKERS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would win? haha. you're just faking THAT issue, stupid. it's spreading already. haha. you're good for nothing. don't deny it, FAKER. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT issue has been confirmed. sorry if it'll ruin the name of your school. POOR YOU. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bad. BUT I'M LIKING IT! HAHAHA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have the right to call me low class. STUPID. or &lt;i&gt;walang kwenta&lt;/i&gt;. haha. why? are you so old you can call me that? STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;isip bata ka, alam mo? haha. di ka karapat-dapat na tawaging kuya. LOL. haha. di ako pikon noh. ASA KA PA. haha. XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're demons and devils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not champions in the Math contest. are we gonna die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of accuses are those?! LOL. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your eyes, KID. you're far behind. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2483538507403920101?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2483538507403920101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2483538507403920101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2483538507403920101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2483538507403920101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-stupid.html' title='for STUPID.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6513111982302108825</id><published>2008-01-30T22:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:05:02.236+09:00</updated><title type='text'>random blah blahs.</title><content type='html'>okay. to sum it all up, my day was :&lt;br /&gt;a.) fine&lt;br /&gt;b.) great&lt;br /&gt;c.) happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll admit there are many misunderstandings happened today but we decided we won't think about it as it will result into another big fight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a deal. if we fight or misunderstand, we would do the "thumb war" or whatever you call it. haha. :] the thumb war is a part of our daily routine. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did the tongue twister in English class today. ARGH. my tounge twisted. LOL. [what did you expect?! DUH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're getting me to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope SHE die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6513111982302108825?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6513111982302108825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6513111982302108825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6513111982302108825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6513111982302108825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-blah-blahs.html' title='random blah blahs.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-9059143323581750307</id><published>2008-01-29T21:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:40:11.713+09:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day.</title><content type='html'>i'm itching. haha. :]] and it's on my legs. demmet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is wednesday. and today is tuesday. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what's the point? haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to My Heroine of Silverstein. i damn love it. but it does not go to my dadii. ahaha. :]]&lt;i&gt;para sa iba yan noh. GAGO. sino ba kasing nagsabing iiwan ko dadii ko? gago talaga. ahaha. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rarely had classes today. and i have NEWS! ahaha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed Math. the catch is, i only got 27 out of the 5o items. LOL. THE HELL I CARE! ahaha! :]] i'm contented that i passed math. RAWR. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i passed ENGLISH! yahoooooooooo. :] i thought i was gonna fail. because of the crappy mind-twisting test. ahaha. at first, i got 23 out of 40. and then there was an extra question that is worth 5 points. and hell yeah, i got it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love english. no matter how hard. but i despise math. thank you very much. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the happy part. let's get it on with the &lt;s&gt;goddamn&lt;/s&gt; episode this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with my friends, Nash and Mary, to Sir Gacki [harhar] to submit our miniature landscape. even if it's miniature, my hands were shaking. it's heavy! ahaha. i thought my wrists would break. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i returned into the classroom, OH, what a sight! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw dadii, ALONE, with &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; girl. sheesh. i didn't even bother looking at him. i just went to the other room, reading Young Blood 2 and writing how my disorder is attacking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it is really hard being BIPOLAR!&lt;/b&gt; that illness attacks mercilessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it attacked me when i was writing. i think i was carried away with what i wrote, and then suddenly, i didn't realize my illness has been creeping in my mind. and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read what i wrote, you'll know how i fight that feeling. i fight with words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my illness attacks, all i can think of is blades, suicide and death. i admit, i love dreaming about death A LONG TIME AGO. but now, being cared and loved by someone, i have changed [as i said on my previous post]. i don't want to cut myself, anymore. i promised i'll never do it. and i never did. though i had cut myself a little bit, but it's not visible. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't want to cut myself. 'cause i made a pact on myself. for my love. for my friends. for everyone who cares. [IF]&lt;br /&gt;i also wrote there, i'll fight even if i die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also indicated that someone can't leave a fight unscathed, unbruised and unwounded. so, even if i won't die, the illness would leave a wound on my heart and my mind. no one would mend that wound, so i just let them bleed. no, i'm not going to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those cuts, wounds and stabs are signs that mean i stayed strong. i'm keeping myself strong for him. and for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to care, can't you see? haha. it's an achievement. but to love myself is an awful and hard thing to do. i'm convinced that i hate myself. i can give good advices on people but never to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was still ignoring me at that time but then i think he can't resist. [LOL. HE CAN'T RESIST ME! haha]. he went to the room and talked to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting on the floor. dammet. haha. he helped me get up but my body was shaking from the fighting. and eventually, after a few minutes, everything was at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling. and it continued to the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before we went home, we made a 5-round walk/jog/run in the oval. and i'm damn tired. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night folks. thanks for reading this. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-9059143323581750307?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/9059143323581750307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=9059143323581750307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9059143323581750307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9059143323581750307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-day.html' title='what a day.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-2714508984616036323</id><published>2008-01-28T20:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:36:52.838+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the 28th again!</title><content type='html'>haha! :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 28th yeabah. haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trineat nya ako ng Jabee kanina. wahaha. :] burger steak and fries. ahaha. LOL. :] we're bringing back the old days. ahehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was fine, in any way. but i'm fearing for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-2714508984616036323?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/2714508984616036323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=2714508984616036323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2714508984616036323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/2714508984616036323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-28th-again.html' title='it&apos;s the 28th again!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-112639387517211118</id><published>2008-01-26T12:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:33:18.503+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm losing myself.</title><content type='html'>i'm slowly going &lt;b&gt;INSANE&lt;/b&gt;. in a very BAD way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to lose myself. i've completely changed and i hope everybody still respects the person i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not their fault i'm changing. but then again, i still hope everybody would be a bit nicer to my change of personality. you think it's easy to change? nah-uh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days, weeks or even months, i'm preventing myself from changing. but it didn't work. so every single day, i fell into bits of changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some you won't see and some you may. but if i'm fully changed, you'll see a new me.&lt;br /&gt;a different me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people may not like the way i've changed...i can't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want the people to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they shouldn't give a damn about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THEM BE WHO THEY WANT THEM TO BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-112639387517211118?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/112639387517211118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=112639387517211118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/112639387517211118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/112639387517211118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-losing-myself.html' title='i&apos;m losing myself.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5315182411866332686</id><published>2008-01-22T20:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:36:51.942+09:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing me dead.</title><content type='html'>it's my dream. i'm weak. powerless. my world is turning gray once more. and i'm fearing it would turn to black permanently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went home, i felt bad. really bad. we went to my cousin's flat on the riverside and as we were traveling, i was thinking to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If i jump off the bridge, would someone save me? &lt;br /&gt;Would someone hold me back?&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone care if I jump?&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone think of me when I die?&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone FIND me in the murky water?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was imagining myself standing on top of the bridge, cars passing by, looking at me as I stand there, having my final breaths of fresh air. And then I jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will scream. Call for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they won't find me. They &lt;b&gt;CAN'T&lt;/b&gt; find me. I'm buried in there. Regretting all the mistakes I've done. Regretting how I gave up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I continued to live, there could be so much more. But, as most of you know, I'm not a strong person. I give up easily. I'm not worthy. Yet I believe that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm not, i'm happy that I die. No one will ever notice, anyway. It's like, i'm a person whom you see everyday, but really never been close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the easy-to-forget type of person. And i'm &lt;b&gt;NOT WORTHY&lt;/b&gt; to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is fragile. it breaks easily. so handle it with care, as many boxes say. if i love somebody, i almost give everything. all i care is that he's happy. even if i'm not, at least he is. i don't care if I'm hurt by him. All i want is that i take in all of the mistakes, all of the sorrows, and all of the hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are caused by me. By my foolish mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at love. I suck at strength. I suck. No one would want a sucker. Unless you're a sucker, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take things too seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5315182411866332686?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5315182411866332686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5315182411866332686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5315182411866332686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5315182411866332686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/seeing-me-dead.html' title='seeing me dead.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-136235868951797844</id><published>2008-01-20T22:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:29:58.893+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday again. :|</title><content type='html'>what a sunday. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATULATIONS! :]&lt;/b&gt; to my dadii and company who won 4th place in the battle of the bands. hehe. great job. haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many nights did you practice your songs? :] ehehe. i wish i was there to see ya'll perform. haha. :] LOL. i wanna see you all perform "Chop Suey". haha. :] kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ililibre nyo ako. hahaha. humanda kayo. :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is monday again. haays. i hate mondays. and tuesdays. and wednesdays. and thursdays. and fridays. haha. LOL. i hate weekdays! :P especially if there's school. gaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired of school. really. we had a debate once in a room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were doing our research, and then we opened up the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANONG KINALAMAN NG &lt;subject here&gt; SA KUKUNIN NATING COURSE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong kinalaman ng History sa kukunin nating course? Diba nga past is past? Bakit pa natin ibinabalik?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong kinalaman ng Filipino kung kukunin natin eh Nursing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong kinalaman ng English kung magiging SCIENTIST tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and any other things like that. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. i'm opening up your minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to take MassComm in college and English is very badly needed in that course. and yeah, Filipino also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i love English. the only class i'm enjoying...unless the teacher is boring. ahahaha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MONDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-136235868951797844?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/136235868951797844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=136235868951797844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/136235868951797844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/136235868951797844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-again.html' title='sunday again. :|'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5774079201379306239</id><published>2008-01-19T20:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:09:15.125+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what'/><title type='text'>i love this day. &lt;33</title><content type='html'>oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Agoo today. 1o am to be exact. i thought he would be there but then he didn't show up. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;we had an argument. a simple misunderstanding that turned into a big fight. through text, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting in one of the stone benches in Plaza dela Virgen. 1o pm UNTIL 2 pm. yes. i didn't take my lunch nor even a snack. nor even a PALAMIG! ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a time when i cried. but...let's forget that thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. after two pm, i calmed down. realized it was foolish to act like that so i went to THEIR house . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fun starts there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to their house, as i said. i thought it was okay since he told me there was no other people. but when i got there, these are the words that greeted me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Papasukin mo na siya..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ready to hit him in the head with my mp3 player. buset. haha. di man lang sinabi. saws naman. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, his lola offered me snacks. (skyflakes and iced tea). i'm not really hungry even though i didn't ate lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just talk since they're keeping an eye on us. but, he asked me to stand up and we went to the back part of their house. and we transferred again to the stairs. haha. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he showed me his room, and i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT'S FREAKING CLEANER THAN MINE&lt;/b&gt;. haha. LOL. yes. it's cleaner than my room which is Hell. haha. and Hell is dirty. so... that's it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left their house at 5.3o pm. haha. i'm supposed to meet my bro 5 pm. but of course, extended, because AGAIN, they told me to eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day of my life. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i belong to their family. haha. LOL. of course i'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5774079201379306239?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5774079201379306239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5774079201379306239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5774079201379306239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5774079201379306239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-this-day-33.html' title='i love this day. &lt;33'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-285463982047264623</id><published>2008-01-16T00:14:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:18:35.192+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still not okay.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling bad. :[ yes, my day was fine. :] but then... well. . . i just felt bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the deal. which i think i cannot do. &lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/b&gt; cannot be kikay. no. i HATE kikay. i DESPISE kikay. no no no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again... there's the consequence. a thing i'm fearing. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no. :||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-285463982047264623?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/285463982047264623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=285463982047264623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/285463982047264623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/285463982047264623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='i&apos;m still not okay.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-625380593720168340</id><published>2008-01-15T00:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:55:39.515+09:00</updated><title type='text'>you're messing with the wrong person.</title><content type='html'>may nakaaway ako. sa text. demmet. taga-Baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considered me as a :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Slut.&lt;br /&gt;Low-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. as if she is a high-class bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't give a damn with these people but then again, i won't let them ruin my life. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no you won't bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares if you're older than me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabunin nga natin yang bunganga mo para di ka magsabi ng mga bad words EVERY SENTENCE. para kang di babae eh. tss. mas lalaki ka pa ata kung magsalita kaysa sa mga lalake. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMBOY! woohoo! diba gangster ka? woot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY GANGSTER BANG NAKAHEELS?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mess with someone like me. you think i'm just a kid. so? you look like a 9o-year old granny. haha. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very mad at you. it's nice to imagine that a gun is pointed in your head and then BANG! blood will drip in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. IN YOUR FACE BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never call me those names again, or I'll kick your ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo suntukan nalang eh. marunong ka bang manuntok? haha. sige nga. kung gangster ka, ibigay mo lahat ng makakaya mo. tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hate you. oh yes, i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-625380593720168340?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/625380593720168340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=625380593720168340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/625380593720168340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/625380593720168340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-messing-with-wrong-person.html' title='you&apos;re messing with the wrong person.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8509590392938010026</id><published>2008-01-07T21:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:38:25.382+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by ate Paw</title><content type='html'>tagged by ate Paw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rule: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 10 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if i have a job. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If one of you’re friends will leave and migrate,what would be the last thing you’ll say to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'll miss you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ahm.. Europe. ahehe. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which part of you that you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i love myself for being me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you encounter a sad moment what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- listen to music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- all the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what else?! spend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if he confesses too. haha. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are you answering this tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because ate paw tagged me.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many children do you have when u get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- two?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Till now, what is the moment that you regret the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dunno. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- posers. fakers. backstabbers.bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you had one wish what would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- everything to be at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Song you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- err. madame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i think. not. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It’s already 2008. Do you have a new year’s resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meron. pero di ko yan ata magagawa. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name of that someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aynako. KOKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why can't you stop gigging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because i love it. haha. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o people. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate Rose. ate Camille. Jaye. ate Vea. ate Angie. ate Jamie. ate Timie. ate Kimmie. ate Allyssa. ate Liza. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8509590392938010026?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8509590392938010026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8509590392938010026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8509590392938010026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8509590392938010026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-by-ate-paw.html' title='tagged by ate Paw'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-9008542868097517298</id><published>2008-01-06T22:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:03:09.708+09:00</updated><title type='text'>numb.</title><content type='html'>i am numb again... well, i'm on my way to being numb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i cry these buckets of tears, i'll be numb. i won't be feeling anything except emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going through this again. on my own. alone. again. for the millionth time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting good at it. feeling numb that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-9008542868097517298?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/9008542868097517298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=9008542868097517298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9008542868097517298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9008542868097517298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/numb.html' title='numb.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6809031519284266403</id><published>2008-01-03T21:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:05:45.721+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapblog </title><content type='html'>&lt;object height='300' width='450'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=149900' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=149900' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' flashvars='embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=149900' height='300' width='450' 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href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/scrapblog.html' title='Scrapblog '/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-9200996707391410937</id><published>2008-01-02T23:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:30:23.934+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hell.</title><content type='html'>no. there's no connection with my title and my post. don't know what to put it in my subject, so i just put my fave word for the day : Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day has been either :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) great.&lt;br /&gt;b.) half-annoying.&lt;br /&gt;c.) bad. &lt;br /&gt;d.) none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guess but i'll answer. it's D. &lt;br /&gt;because i've been happy. not great, because there has been conflictions. not half-annoying because...well, i don't know. not bad because i've been happy, okay? got it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm so tired. i'm sleepy. my eyes are beginning to drop. but i still managed to open it up and post here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading &lt;a href="http://blogniinday.com"&gt;Blog ni Inday&lt;/a&gt; awhile ago, and WHOO. Nosebleed! haha. Sosyal na katulong, YEAH! Inday is damn amazing. Who the hell woud think a housemaid is THAT sosyalin. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she could even beat the MOST FLUENT in ENGLISH in the world, man. haha. Thumbs up for   Inday who, I know, would be  a successful housemaid/celebrity in the future. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. what a fake laugh. i just need it to overcome my emotional depression attack last night. it's still attacking, anyway, but not as painful as last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAAAY...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-expression i use when i get bored or when i'm not in the mood, or plain upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAAAY...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn bored. want to stay wake up, but can't force my eyes to go up. so i'll update this maybe tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long. and good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 love from, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-9200996707391410937?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/9200996707391410937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=9200996707391410937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9200996707391410937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9200996707391410937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/hell.html' title='hell.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5793429463559569254</id><published>2008-01-01T20:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:55:29.698+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>blood drips from my eyes.</title><content type='html'>i want to cry. i'm hurt. my heart is bleeding. it's been bleeding since this morning. i once again find myself alone in a world full of people. i can't seem to find my way out from this freakish hellhole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i feel i'm on top or not that much maybe on the middle. but most of the time [like, right now], i feel i'm drowning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people never understand. they will never. do they understand how being a bipolar is freaking hard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so hard to deal. symptoms of being a bipolar are unbalanced mood swings and self-mutilation. i have dealt with those. and yes, i'm bipolar. freaking proud of it, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for everybody... it doesn't make sense to them. maybe because i'm not really good at loving someone. not really good at loving everybody. makes me look like a total shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i'm dumb in love. can you teach me how? i need to be alright again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel my heart filled with tears. tears of blood. i feel hopeless. worthless. what does love really mean? all i can feel is pain right now. my eyes are producing tears, due to the fact that i'm listening to these sad, mellow love songs. i can't help it. i need music. i don't care if it makes me cry. these sounds always comfort me. even in the worst way possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling cold. feeling alone. got the worst new year ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just unlucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5793429463559569254?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5793429463559569254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5793429463559569254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5793429463559569254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5793429463559569254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/blood-drips-from-my-eyes.html' title='blood drips from my eyes.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6767857095768331598</id><published>2008-01-01T18:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:30:26.911+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 ODD things about you! If you opened&lt;br /&gt;this, FILL IT OUT! Learn 50 things&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;your friends, and let them learn 50&lt;br /&gt;things about you!&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like cheese?&lt;br /&gt;- yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;- err. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. are you a chainsmoker/changesmoker?&lt;br /&gt;- hnde. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;- dame ee. haha. kanta ng Alesana at Senses Fail. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor&lt;br /&gt;appointments?&lt;br /&gt;- medyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;- food. tangek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;- jingle bell rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the&lt;br /&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;- yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite super-hero?&lt;br /&gt;- shadowcat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of&lt;br /&gt;jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;- ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite hobby?&lt;br /&gt;- surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Secret weapon to get the opposite&lt;br /&gt;sex?&lt;br /&gt;- ewan. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What one trait do you hate about&lt;br /&gt;yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- lack of confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name?&lt;br /&gt;- manuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact&lt;br /&gt;moment&lt;br /&gt;- aylabhim . &lt;br /&gt;- depressed.&lt;br /&gt;- damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;- pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;- milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry right now?&lt;br /&gt;- him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;- THEM 3! dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;- hell. [my room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How will you bring in the New Year?&lt;br /&gt;- damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? -&lt;br /&gt;- london.paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Name three people who will&lt;br /&gt;complete&lt;br /&gt;this and return?&lt;br /&gt;- ewan lang. wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own doll shoes?&lt;br /&gt;- yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What color of shirt are you&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- darkblue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;- a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color/s?&lt;br /&gt;- blue&lt;br /&gt;- black&lt;br /&gt;- white&lt;br /&gt;- gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;- ayaw. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the&lt;br /&gt;shower&lt;br /&gt;room&lt;br /&gt;- apology. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite girl's name?&lt;br /&gt;- chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite boy's name?&lt;br /&gt;- wala. kokey? HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;br /&gt;- walang pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- ahm... ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. best bed sheets as a child?&lt;br /&gt;- dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;- wala pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you love where you live?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many computers do you have in&lt;br /&gt;your house?&lt;br /&gt;- 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;- walang frend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How many dogs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;- oo. KAPAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;- harry potter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;- yung magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Favorite Sports Teams?&lt;br /&gt;- ateneo blue eagles. CHRIS TIU IS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;funeral?&lt;br /&gt;- ahm...APOLOGY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;- kumakain habang nanonood ng X-Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is the first thing you thought&lt;br /&gt;of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;- buset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6767857095768331598?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6767857095768331598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6767857095768331598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6767857095768331598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6767857095768331598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-odd-things-about-you-if-you-opened.html' title=''/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8616168837508749411</id><published>2007-12-28T23:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:33:12.793+09:00</updated><title type='text'>28th = 5th! XD</title><content type='html'>aww. i love every 28th of every month. ahahaha.For those you know why i love it, just shut up, okay? :] ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I woke up with a very heavy head and very heavy body. [i'm not obese!] i am sick. damn. my head's hurting like hell until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i made most of my day by communicating with him. ahaha. i miss him like mad. LOL. he's not texting anymore. i wonder what's his problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one and a half hour to go before 28 will end. aww. :[ i will wait until January 28, 2oo8 to be happy again... i hope. i love being happy. &lt;i&gt;kahit na isang oras lang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss. badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Apology by Alesana right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, i created a forum. &lt;a href="http://crazyward.smfforfree4.com"&gt;Crazy Ward&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop by if you have time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update if i like. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8616168837508749411?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8616168837508749411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8616168837508749411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8616168837508749411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8616168837508749411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/28th-5th-xd.html' title='28th = 5th! XD'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8067759078613411277</id><published>2007-12-27T02:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:19:31.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in the morning.,</title><content type='html'>I'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already one a.m. I can't sleep. Been thinking of HiM. i'm having a nervous breakdown here right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ayaw pa kasing magparamDAMN eh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee. i'm so freaking out. no joke. i'm hyperventilating here. no one's awake. and no one will understand if i tell them. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was going to sleep early. but then THAT thing entered my mind and i simply cannot sleep. and i think i will never sleep. argh. help me take it off my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then i won't do that because he's mine and i need to take care of him. like what i did for her mom today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; responsibility in here. at least, i think so. he may never see it like this, but it's my idea and thought. god. help him in this situation. it's hard to see him having these mad ideas that involves killing for the sake of revenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to stop him. but no. he's hard-headed and won't even listen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm telling you. i'm gonna smack your face if you do it. so don't.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it hurts him about what happened with his uncle who he likes to think his brother. well, i know his life. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't mind this because it's none of my business... but then, i don't want to lose him, do I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. NO. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me make my day calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-.-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8067759078613411277?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8067759078613411277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8067759078613411277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8067759078613411277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8067759078613411277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-in-morning.html' title='1 in the morning.,'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3871227756842348644</id><published>2007-12-26T22:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:00:58.860+09:00</updated><title type='text'>things are better...</title><content type='html'>today, to be exact. things are getting much better. with us. yes. i'm trying hard not to be affected by my illness which can cause me severe damage, physically, emotionally and mentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i sometimes feel my illness creeping up in my spine and into my brain, i hope and wish i can be normal just for the time. especially, the time when all i want is to be happy. and be calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, [not really. it's the truth] i feel my illness again. i can feel it building up inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but worry. i want to be normal. but still, i feel i'm having a great time in my life when i'm doing it.damn. i'm so unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is great. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out again. with my bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to go to Baguio. and yes, we went. but at different times and different buses. and also different people. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went with his gf and mine with mine! HAHA. :] but because i'm so tired to talk about it, [it was full of excitement, i tell you] you won't know about it now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way, he gave me a teddy bear. AGAIN. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labyu. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3871227756842348644?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3871227756842348644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3871227756842348644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3871227756842348644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3871227756842348644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-are-better.html' title='things are better...'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7203086451316709797</id><published>2007-12-25T22:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:43:11.008+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged for the second time around..</title><content type='html'>I am tagged by &lt;a href="http://xylemwhispers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ate Vea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;* Do the following without any complaints.(hmmm..no choice..=)))&lt;br /&gt;* Choose 5 lucky people to do this after you have done it.(pasensya na kung kaya yun..)&lt;br /&gt;* Leave a tag at his/her tagboard if he/she has been tagged.(opcors!=p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE LUCKY PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;* Colors : blue. black. white. &lt;br /&gt;* Food: salty foods. &lt;br /&gt;* Song: wake up by coheed and cambria. one and only you by parokya no edgar.&lt;br /&gt;* Movie: transformers. mean girls.&lt;br /&gt;* Sports: badminton.&lt;br /&gt;* Day of the week: saturday. &lt;br /&gt;* Season: winter. &lt;br /&gt;* Ice cream: vanilla. queso real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS:&lt;br /&gt;* Mood: annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;* Taste: --&lt;br /&gt;* Shirt: blue. &lt;br /&gt;* Desktop: edited pic of me and some random info. &lt;br /&gt;* Toenail: no nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;* Time: 9.12 pm&lt;br /&gt;* Surroundings: quiet.cold.&lt;br /&gt;* Thoughts: badtrip talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;* Bestfriend: err. sina wendy at april. &lt;br /&gt;* Movie: ewan ko. &lt;br /&gt;* Lie: di ko na alam. &lt;br /&gt;* Songs: jack and jill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;* Cigar: haven't tried. and never will.&lt;br /&gt;* Drink: december 21. red wine. haha &lt;br /&gt;* Car ride: nung 23. &lt;br /&gt;* Phone call: kanina. &lt;br /&gt;* CD: chicosci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;* Dated your best friend: no.&lt;br /&gt;* Broke the law: slight. hehe &lt;br /&gt;* Been arrested: nope. &lt;br /&gt;* Kissed someone you don’t know: ahaha. hindi pa. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS YOU’RE WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;* pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;* slippers.&lt;br /&gt;* ring. &lt;br /&gt;* the undies. &lt;br /&gt;*  - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 THINGS YOU’VE DONE TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;* woke up. &lt;br /&gt;* eaten food. &lt;br /&gt;* texted.&lt;br /&gt;* chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU CAN HEAR NOW:&lt;br /&gt;* aircon.&lt;br /&gt;* TV.&lt;br /&gt;* some random voice i can hear inside my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TAGGING ate Timie, lissie, reddy, ate kimmie, and chelsi. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7203086451316709797?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7203086451316709797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7203086451316709797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7203086451316709797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7203086451316709797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged-for-second-time-around.html' title='tagged for the second time around..'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-778375643771878860</id><published>2007-12-24T08:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:29:47.865+09:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthingssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Handwriting Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/handwriting.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly energetic person. You know how do pace yourself, and you deal well with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very extroverted and outgoing. You are loving, friendly, and supportive. However, you are also manipulative and controlling at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a bit of space in your life, but you're not a recluse. You expect people to give you a small amount of privacy, and you respect their privacy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Handwriting Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aysos. totoo ba yan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Could Be a Vampire... If You Had To&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/vampire-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could.&lt;br /&gt;Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most. &lt;br /&gt;But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/"&gt;Could You Be a Vampire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ahaha . . . LIVING FOREVER?! waaaaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 48% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not emo, but you're plenty thoughtful, unique, and even a little angsty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hmm . . . ganun pala . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mood is a 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoesyourmoodratequiz/3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling rather down right now, but you're doing your best to get through it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoesyourmoodratequiz/"&gt;How Does Your Mood Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a 3? so low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Downtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanuptowngirloradowntowngirlquiz/downtown.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a funky spirit that requires freedom to live.&lt;br /&gt;Your city girl persona needs adventure, diversity, and great pizza.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanuptowngirloradowntowngirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An Uptown Girl or Downtown Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i am NOT! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are SO Jealous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouajealouswomanquiz/so-jealous.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't help but doubt your boyfriend, friends, and even family&lt;br /&gt;You've been burned before - and it totally shows&lt;br /&gt;But acting like a guard dog won't keep your guy... it will only push him away&lt;br /&gt;Learn to trust a little more, and *all* your relationships will be better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouajealouswomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Jealous Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nakoo. NABUKING AKO! haha. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Down to Earth Doll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/down-to-earth-doll.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're good looking and you realize that looks matter&lt;br /&gt;And you also know that it's your inside that really shines&lt;br /&gt;You do your best to look like an A-lister&lt;br /&gt;But you devote most of your time to being a well rounded hottie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouavaingirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Vain Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's Not a Violent Bone in Your Body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-3.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cool and collected, even when someone really gets under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;And while you don't blow up when you're angry, you know how to express your anger calmly.&lt;br /&gt;You don't bottle emotions up or let them get out of control. For you, violence would never be an option.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anong wala?! MERON YAN! MEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 46% Bitchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're an average woman, with average moods. But sometimes... well, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you let your mean side get the better of you. And you enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm still a bitch? haha. LOLx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-778375643771878860?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/778375643771878860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=778375643771878860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/778375643771878860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/778375643771878860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogthingssss.html' title='blogthingssss'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7387137252912503961</id><published>2007-12-23T20:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:51:33.068+09:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up.</title><content type='html'>wake me up from this daydream. woohoo. i went out on a date. haha. kidding only. :] this day, i went out. [hooray.] i was unleashed from my sanctuary a.k.a. HELL a.k.a. my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored in this freaking house i decided to come with my brother. yeah yeah. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at Agoo minutes before lunch time, i think. i texted HiM and agreed that we'd meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at the front of their house about 12.3o. . . i was surprised to see several people coming out of their house. my shyness had overruled again. [yay] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for him to come out and there he was, wearing his [pink.purple]/black-striped polo shirt for skaters. :]] i love his shirt. haha. i was with him when he bought it. yeah yeah. haha. along with two other shirts from ARTWORK. woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's wrong with me . . . but i was high. i mean, not drugged-high. just mentally HIGH. i didn't feel any sad emotions this day. thank god. the first time in my whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't ask for more. except to be with my dadii whom i've been missing again. over and over again. i wish i could be with him. i NEED to be with him. haha. yes. i'm THAT desperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just hang out. nothing more. nothing less. talked and talked. :] memorable, sweet, unforgettable moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate lunch at, guess what, 4 pm. yes. haha. :]] lunch at 4. woohoo. we ate at Jollibee. ordered fries, ice craze, sprite, chicken burger [wrong] and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we ate, i decided to go back to my brother. my dadii's bro came to us and invited me to go to their house. i refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. haha. i freaked out. i'm not ready to go their house. nor their front yard. or in their garage. haha. i admit i made it into their garage ONCE. last year's christmas party. and we're not yet together that time. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we made it to my brother, he was still in the middle of snack. so we walked around again until my brother called me and told me we were to go home. we went back. but when we were walking he told me he would borrow my heartstrings body bag. DUH, i told him, &lt;i&gt;pangbabae yan. ano ka ba?!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrestling the bag out of him but he is strong. daym... we were still fighting [it's only a joke] for the bag until we reached our car. i gave up the bag. haha. i can't win in anyway! haha. :]] i'm such a total loser. my brother's gf told us to get into the car. but he refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have pursued him to ride. haha. YEAH! i won! woohoo. haha. LOLxx. he sat in the front seat and i'm in the backseat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's beside my brother. and he's not reacting! oh yeah. oh yeah. haha. XD he got off in the skating area [imelda garden].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye. and we just texted tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to call him later. when my brother is not in this room. ;] i need some privacy anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night is christmas eve! i don't know if i'm going to be excited or just plain nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not expecting to be given lots of cool gifts. hay . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7387137252912503961?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7387137252912503961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7387137252912503961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7387137252912503961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7387137252912503961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/wake-up.html' title='wake up.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-4451063958269910512</id><published>2007-12-23T01:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:19:55.963+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a serious sickness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Bipolar disorder is not a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders defined by the presence of one or more episodes of abnormally elevated mood, clinically referred to as mania. Individuals who experience manic episodes also commonly experience depressive episodes or symptoms, or mixed episodes which present with features of both mania and depression. These episodes are normally separated by periods of normal mood, but in some patients, depression and mania may rapidly alternate, known as rapid cycling. The disorder has been subdivided into bipolar I, bipolar II and cyclothymia based on the type and severity of mood episodes experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also called bipolar affective disorder until recently, the current name is of fairly recent origin and refers to the cycling between high and low episodes; it has replaced the older term manic-depressive illness coined by Emil Kraepelin (1856-1926) in the late nineteenth century.[1] The new term is designed to be neutral, to avoid the stigma in the non-mental health community that comes from conﬂating "manic" and "depression."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onset of symptoms generally occurs in young adulthood. Diagnosis is based on the person's self-reported experiences, as well as observed behavior. Episodes of illness are associated with distress and disruption, and a relatively high risk of suicide.[2] Studies suggest that genetics, early environment, neurobiology, and psychological and social processes are important contributory factors. Psychiatric research is focused on the role of neurobiology, but a clear organic cause has not been found. Bipolar disorder is usually treated with medications and/or therapy or counseling. The mainstay of medication are a number of drugs termed 'mood stabilizers', in particular lithium and sodium valproate ; these are a group of unrelated medications used to prevent relapses of further episodes. Antipsychotic medications, sometimes called neuroleptics, in particular olanzapine, are used in the treatment of manic episodes and in maintenance. The benefits of using antidepressants in depressive episodes is unclear. In serious cases where there is risk to self and others involuntary hospitalization may be necessary; these generally involve severe manic episodes with dangerous behaviour or depressive episodes with suicidal ideation. Hospital stays are less frequent and for shorter periods than they were in previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some studies have suggested a significant correlation between creativity and bipolar disorder. However, the relationship between the disorder and creativity is still very unclear.[3][4][5] One study indicated increased striving for, and sometimes attaining, goals and achievements.[6] While the disorder affects people differently, individuals with bipolar disorder tend to be much more outgoing and daring than individuals without bipolar disorder. The disorder is also found in a large number of people involved in the arts. It is an ongoing study as to why many creative geniuses had bipolar disorder.[7]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;I'M BIPOLAR!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-4451063958269910512?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/4451063958269910512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=4451063958269910512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/4451063958269910512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/4451063958269910512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-serious-sickness.html' title='i have a serious sickness.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-5668052131195235786</id><published>2007-12-23T00:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:16:06.733+09:00</updated><title type='text'>calm night.</title><content type='html'>it's 11.33 pm. it's nearly midnight. but i'm still up. i'm listening to "Wake Up" by Coheed and Cambria. it's perfect for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have that darn annoying cough. i have a headache. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a text session with him. i'm so glad he's okay now. he was crying a while ago. and i'm damn worried about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're discussing if we're going to meet up tomorrow. yea yea. we can't stand being apart. but who the hell cares?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakialamera. &lt;br /&gt;chismosa!&lt;br /&gt;TANGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to gather up all the confidence i can muster. because i feel like i'm torn when people always under estimate me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially those people i thought really knew me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAYYYMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him not to go cruising around in this time of the night. daaayyym men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, take care of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and Only by Parokya ni Edgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to be sleepy. i can feel my eyes droop into the wonders of the land of nod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my legs are numb because i've been staying in the same position for an hour, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE HELP ME UNFOLD MY LEGS AND LET MY BLOOD CIRCULATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;globe or sun? sun or globe?! arrghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i hate globe for now because they still didn't bring back the old unlimited texting. Second, i bought a Sun Sim Card. Problem is, the signal is not strong in here! dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrggh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Christmas vacation, I might as well enjoy it. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my laptop 24/7 without eating, drinking, going to the bathroom? ew. not my kind of fun. Though i love surfing the net and getting my eyes glued on the screen. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is only three days away. and i'm so convinced that i won't be getting any presents this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. nothing. as in zip. zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason is [according to my parents] they had already bought me presents. they mean my shoes. haha. The Chuck Taylor and the Skechers one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because i'm desperate every Christmas, i want to have LOTS AND LOTS OF PRESENTS! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Xmas is not the same without gifts. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard you try to persuade me, i won't give. i will TAKE! haha. joke only. i'm a giver too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not a giver, would i spend my whole 2k for only 5 people? daym men. think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you don't believe me, shut the hell up and go back to where you belong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lost without him. huhu. it's not the same when he's not around. let alone if we're having a serious fight [which we deal frequently recently]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT IS REALLY NOT THE SAME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being sentimental again. no one can change the fact that i'm emotional. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;I'M EMOTIONAL, SO WHAT?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update something next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-5668052131195235786?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/5668052131195235786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=5668052131195235786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5668052131195235786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/5668052131195235786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/calm-night.html' title='calm night.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-1813147723974809095</id><published>2007-12-22T10:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:29:36.669+09:00</updated><title type='text'>result of boredom.</title><content type='html'>THE LETTER 'A'&lt;br /&gt;Are you Available?&lt;br /&gt;= NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Age?&lt;br /&gt;= 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real nym&lt;br /&gt;= Abigail M. Diaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'B'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;= o5.18.94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your Best friend?&lt;br /&gt;= wall.blade.rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'C'&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;= reese's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who' s your Crush?&lt;br /&gt;= crush ko? asawa ko. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;= last night. :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'D'&lt;br /&gt;Do you Daydream?&lt;br /&gt;= yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite kind of Dog?&lt;br /&gt;= st. bernard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Day of the week is it?&lt;br /&gt;= saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'E'&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in the Emergency&lt;br /&gt;room?&lt;br /&gt;= no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you had a crush dat starts w/&lt;br /&gt;letter E?&lt;br /&gt;= nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'F'&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;= white rose. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'G'&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew Gum?&lt;br /&gt;= yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Giver or a taker?&lt;br /&gt;= taker. haha. juk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'H'&lt;br /&gt;What's your Height?&lt;br /&gt;= dunno. really. short. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color is your Hair?&lt;br /&gt;= Brownish-black. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'I'&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;= vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever Ice skated?&lt;br /&gt;= nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument?&lt;br /&gt;= dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'J'&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite Jelly bean?&lt;br /&gt;= wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a really hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Joke?&lt;br /&gt;= wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear Jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;= yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'K'&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to Kill?&lt;br /&gt;= mga karibal ko. nyahaha. :]] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want Kids?&lt;br /&gt;= err. in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you have Kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;= wala. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'M'&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;= madami ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan and Jet Li movies&lt;br /&gt;= err... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch disney Movies?&lt;br /&gt;= minsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Mangoes?&lt;br /&gt;= yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'N'&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a Nickname?&lt;br /&gt;= yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite Number?&lt;br /&gt;= o3.13.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer Night over day?&lt;br /&gt;= yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'O'&lt;br /&gt;Whats your One wish?&lt;br /&gt;= to be okay wid hiim. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'P'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What' s a Personality trait you look&lt;br /&gt;for in the opposite sex you like?&lt;br /&gt;= very understanding. [trust me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'Q'&lt;br /&gt;Are you Quick to judge people?&lt;br /&gt;= nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'R'&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Reality tv?&lt;br /&gt;= yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'S'&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sun or rain?&lt;br /&gt;= rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Snow?&lt;br /&gt;= ye. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season?&lt;br /&gt;= rainy season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'T'&lt;br /&gt;What Time is it?&lt;br /&gt;= christmas time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up?.&lt;br /&gt;= 6.3o am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER 'V'&lt;br /&gt;Whats the worst veggie?&lt;br /&gt;= dami. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever thought you were&lt;br /&gt;abnormal?&lt;br /&gt;- every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . alcoholic ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- ehehe. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. how many months to go before your&lt;br /&gt;birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sumuka ka na ba sa sobrang hilo?&lt;br /&gt;- yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ano pinapakinggan mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;- one and only you ng PNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. namamato ka ba ng bato?&lt;br /&gt;- sa dagat. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. is your landline listed in the&lt;br /&gt;telephone directory?&lt;br /&gt;- yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kelan mo huling nakausap mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- kagabi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. marunong ka ba gumawa ng bankang&lt;br /&gt;papel?&lt;br /&gt;- nde. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. are you reading anything right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- wala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. nakagulpi ka na ba ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;- in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you have any frustrations?&lt;br /&gt;- yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. nang mamanyak ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;- hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. if given the chance, will you join&lt;br /&gt;big brother?&lt;br /&gt;- ayaw. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. napa iyak ka na ba sa sakit ng&lt;br /&gt;katawan?&lt;br /&gt;- yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. if someone called you right now,&lt;br /&gt;would you take the call?&lt;br /&gt;- yup. lalo na pag siya. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you have a favorite nursery&lt;br /&gt;rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;- wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do you like your handwriting?&lt;br /&gt;- medyo. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. do you want to be a different&lt;br /&gt;person in your next life?&lt;br /&gt;- err. gusto ko na yung ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. have you ever trespassed someone&lt;br /&gt;else's house?&lt;br /&gt;- ahm. hndi pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. do you think someone thinks of you&lt;br /&gt;every night?&lt;br /&gt;- yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. who do you text often?&lt;br /&gt;- :]] dadii ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. what did you want to be when you&lt;br /&gt;were young?&lt;br /&gt;- astronaut. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. masakit bang masuntok?&lt;br /&gt;- ako nanununtok. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . how many languages can you speak?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 and a half. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. nakasakay ka na ba ng kalabaw&lt;br /&gt;- di pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. why do you answer surveys like&lt;br /&gt;this one?&lt;br /&gt;- result of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. nayakap mo na ba crush mo before?&lt;br /&gt;- YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. last food you ordered at&lt;br /&gt;jollibee/mcdo?&lt;br /&gt;- chicken steak. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. naglalaro ka ba ng apoy?&lt;br /&gt;- hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. the last person who texted u?&lt;br /&gt;- si dadii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. masaya ka ba sa buhay mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;- oo. :] pag siya kasama ko. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Three Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;momii.abi.??? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three Things You Are Wearing Right&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;engagement ring.clothes.necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must answer every question&lt;br /&gt;TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Do you still have feelings for&lt;br /&gt;your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02] Have you ever been given roses..&lt;br /&gt;-nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03] What is your all-time favorite&lt;br /&gt;romance movie/s?&lt;br /&gt;-The Notebook. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] How many times have you honestly&lt;br /&gt;been in love?&lt;br /&gt;-err. one? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you believe that everyone has&lt;br /&gt;a soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;- pwede din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Whats your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;- di nya ako kinakausap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Have you ever had your heart&lt;br /&gt;broken?&lt;br /&gt;- yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] Your thoughts on long distance&lt;br /&gt;relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- ...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Have you ever seen a friend as&lt;br /&gt;more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Do you believe in the&lt;br /&gt;statement, "Once a cheater always a&lt;br /&gt;cheater"?&lt;br /&gt;-nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] How many kids do you want to&lt;br /&gt;have?&lt;br /&gt;-1. haha. and a half! JOKE! :]]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[12] What is your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;-black.blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Do you believe you truly love&lt;br /&gt;only once?&lt;br /&gt;- depends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Imagine you're 69 &amp; your spouse&lt;br /&gt;just died, would you get re-married?&lt;br /&gt;-di na. i loved him that far. no one can change it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] At what age did you start&lt;br /&gt;- start what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] What song do you want to hear at&lt;br /&gt;your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- One and Only You. Stolen! haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you know someone who likes&lt;br /&gt;you...?&lt;br /&gt;- err. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-yea yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20]Do you believe in second chances?&lt;br /&gt;- yea. since he gave me one yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings, who do you want it&lt;br /&gt;to be?&lt;br /&gt;- si dadii ko lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . When shopping at the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;- yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had to kiss again the last&lt;br /&gt;person you kissed, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. hahaha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;- nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;- yes yes yo! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the&lt;br /&gt;wilderness would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;- for just an hour. because i want to die already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . If your house were on fire, what&lt;br /&gt;would be the first thing you would&lt;br /&gt;save?&lt;br /&gt;- my family. and i will be stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you slept&lt;br /&gt;in the bed with?&lt;br /&gt;- teddy bears. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you text the most?&lt;br /&gt;- si dadii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 0 . Favorite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;- wala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;- brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;- ewan. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could do it over again,&lt;br /&gt;start from scratch, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Any secret admirers?&lt;br /&gt;- wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you were at&lt;br /&gt;Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite ex..?&lt;br /&gt;- wala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where was the furthest place you&lt;br /&gt;traveled?&lt;br /&gt;- dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 8. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;- sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- yap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What movie do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;-wala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . What did you do for New Year&lt;br /&gt;'s Eve?&lt;br /&gt;- wala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Do you think The Grudge was&lt;br /&gt;crappy?&lt;br /&gt;- nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the last letter of your&lt;br /&gt;middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many hours of sleep do you get&lt;br /&gt;a night?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;- nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you buy at the Movies?&lt;br /&gt;- tickets and popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;- a little bit. haha. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;- nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- clothes. dummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Anything big ever happen in your&lt;br /&gt;CITY?&lt;br /&gt;- wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is your hair straight or curly?&lt;br /&gt;- dunno. hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 . Is your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like Liver and Onions?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like funny or serious&lt;br /&gt;people better?&lt;br /&gt;- both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 . What is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 . Any plans 4 tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 . Whats your fav. song at the&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;- one and only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 . Do you hate chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;- yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 6 . What do you and your parents&lt;br /&gt;fight&lt;br /&gt;about the most?&lt;br /&gt;- silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you need a&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/girl friend&lt;br /&gt;to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;- :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 . If you could have any job what&lt;br /&gt;would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;- night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 . Are you generally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-1813147723974809095?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/1813147723974809095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=1813147723974809095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1813147723974809095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/1813147723974809095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/result-of-boredom.html' title='result of boredom.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3204940743221560796</id><published>2007-12-20T20:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:25:26.890+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Party! yea!</title><content type='html'>haha. that's tomorrow! :] i can't imagine. haha. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, at first I can't feel that it's tomorrow because of the confusing plans.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, WHO THE HELL HAS REGULAR CLASSES BEFORE THEIR CHRISTMAS PARTY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mind was back to normal this afternoon when I spent my time at Room 2... doing something. haha. LOLx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gifts for my peeps are ready to roll. haha. They're here beside me, all packed in the big paper bag of Bearhuggs. :]] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say sorry to some of my friends whom I can't give gifts because I was short on money last Saturday. [[Mom borrowed a big part of my money while I spent the remaining money for a book called 'Can True Love Survive High School?']] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Misery Business right now. Woohoo. I love Paramore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do the Opening Remarks tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no scripts. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Good morning classmates! [hehe] Last day na ng pagkikita natin ngayon. haha. Next year uli. [yehey] Kaya sana maenjoy natin ngayon ito. Para kahit na mukha tayong adik, at least may unforgettable memory tayo, diba? hehe. peace! Merry Christmas!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganyan lang ang speech ko! haha. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang adik no? ayaw ko naman ng super habang nakakaboring, over-the-top na speech. nakakabarat kaya yun. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be our last day tomorrow. Sana naman gumana na camera ni mama. Adik naman yung camerang iyon. Ayaw ipakita yung picture sa screen. Badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayaw talaga, no choice, ang N73 ko nalang gagamitin. hay nako. Ayaw pa man din magtransfer ng photos. badtrip #2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Art Of Letting Go by Valley of Chrome. I super love the last part of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update if I'm not busy. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3204940743221560796?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3204940743221560796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3204940743221560796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3204940743221560796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3204940743221560796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-party-yea.html' title='Xmas Party! yea!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-101844442478061491</id><published>2007-12-18T22:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:30:40.186+09:00</updated><title type='text'>teenage survey.</title><content type='html'>cross them out......&lt;br /&gt;the one that you already made....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Held hands with someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Never got a chance to tell&lt;br /&gt;someone something important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Danced.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Rejected someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been called a wre/$lu+.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard a rumor about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hurt someone emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hurt someone physically.&lt;br /&gt;Total : 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Got involved in a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been called a dork.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Went to a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Know someone who has tried to or&lt;br /&gt;did commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wrote a love note.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got ditched.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Know someone really stupid and/or&lt;br /&gt;annoying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got in a fist fight with family&lt;br /&gt;member.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drank soda everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think/thought you found the one.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to your parent(s)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been lied to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Felt like the happiest person in&lt;br /&gt;the world.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Told the person you liked that&lt;br /&gt;you liked him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Prayed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Texted in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had more than one crush at&lt;br /&gt;a time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disliked someone.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add altogether = 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by three. This is how much&lt;br /&gt;of a teenager you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;84%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now post "i’m &lt;u&gt;84%&lt;/u&gt;teenager!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-101844442478061491?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/101844442478061491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=101844442478061491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/101844442478061491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/101844442478061491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/teenage-survey.html' title='teenage survey.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-9052941241523903243</id><published>2007-12-17T20:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:59:39.907+09:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas is lurking behind walls.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming to town. oh yeah. only a week to go before that day finally happens! :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get those gifts I love? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my &lt;b&gt;WISHLIST&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-T70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sony Vaio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Big, stuffy bear in Bearhuggs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a big comfy bed. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nice house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and to be with. *mouth shut*.  HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still at large. Making me puke every second of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demmit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-9052941241523903243?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/9052941241523903243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=9052941241523903243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9052941241523903243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/9052941241523903243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-is-lurking-behind-walls.html' title='xmas is lurking behind walls.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8448071555334481141</id><published>2007-12-11T20:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:37:10.815+09:00</updated><title type='text'>december blues.</title><content type='html'>hell week! wooh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super busy this December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2oth birthday of my deceased sister. But we made the most of it. We ate Pancit Malabon and Fried Chicken. haha. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to Home by Daughtry right now. I was moved by its lyrics and I'm definitely moved by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I'm going home,&lt;br /&gt;back to the place where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;Where your love has always been&lt;br /&gt;Enough for me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-mess.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/369/369167new03mb0ow.gif width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to hug me tight.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to say it's all right.&lt;br /&gt;I badly need someone to help me now.&lt;br /&gt;I badly need someone who could help me take the last bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. I'm typing in rhymes again. dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the last week that we'll ever have regular classes. next week will be some programs for High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;18- HIGH SCHOOL XMAS PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;19- FACULTY XMAS PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;21- HOMEROOM PARTY.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it does not look like it's that bad but believe me, preparing for these events  certainly takes up much time and energy. Not only would we participate in these programs from 8.oo am to 5.oo pm in the afternoon, but we would also spend our last week tiring up ourselves. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our room is a &lt;b&gt;DISASTER&lt;/b&gt;. I tried to make things go together but then, my classmates eventually tore up the decorations. Except those letterings on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Will You Wait for Me by Kavana right now. This even touches my heart. :]&lt;br /&gt;i love listening to these kinds of songs when I just came from a bad day... Emo songs really catches the thought and focus of the listener...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8448071555334481141?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8448071555334481141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8448071555334481141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8448071555334481141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8448071555334481141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-blues.html' title='december blues.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-7452170241585888029</id><published>2007-12-07T23:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:29:36.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged.</title><content type='html'>1. Pasaway ako. simple as that, haha. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I once dreamt to be an astronaut... and I was in Grade 5 by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dig &lt;b&gt;skater boys&lt;/b&gt;!  i love bad boys more than anyone. Don't you notice that in all Korean movies, the bad boys are so hot? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I have time, I spent the time away surfing the net. Once or twice, I spent the whole day in front of the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gusto ko ng tahimik pero gusto ko yung maingay. X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mahal ko ang aking mga anak. sina BR,TR, Penny at Snow Bear/Jjampong. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mahilig ako sa hard rock. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:*Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.Joanna*Pick 10 others you would like to get to know better. Let them know you’ve tagged them by leaving a comment on their blog.* And don’t forget to give them the rules.Have fun answering and looking forward to getting to know you guys more! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;I TAG:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pink-giftedprincess.uni.cc/"&gt;~Lissie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inseeynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;~Angel. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iheartkulay.blogspot.com/"&gt;~Kuya Jimel. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-7452170241585888029?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/7452170241585888029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=7452170241585888029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7452170241585888029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/7452170241585888029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged.html' title='tagged.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-3189099662914895594</id><published>2007-12-06T21:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:25:23.647+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>If there is one word that would fit our Students' Day Program it would be...&lt;b&gt;BORING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit. They didn't organized it properly. I was so tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how am I? I am still human. Though, I possess unnatural powers. haha. LOL. :]] I am BLUE RANGER! nyahahaha. :]] so, i will eat first. and will come back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.o9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.23 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished eating! anyway. :]  i want to sleep right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all thank you! haha;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-3189099662914895594?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/3189099662914895594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=3189099662914895594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3189099662914895594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/3189099662914895594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-6384896897606130346</id><published>2007-12-02T22:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:10:01.322+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dang tired.</title><content type='html'>This week is full of MADNESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field trip story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was mad fun. Well, the trip was fun in the AFTERNOON. If anybody reads this and knows about this, better shut the fuck up. &lt;a href=http://www.glitter-vibes.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/437/437987xzrjvmdj2z.gif width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to La Mesa Ecopark, though it was drizzling, we made it. Then to Intramuros, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nico was very scared and traumatized there. Because he fell into one of the dungeons and got a nasty cut in his arm. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Manila Zoo. yea! haha. XD Then to SM Pampanga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we were travelling to SM Pampanga, something else was happening in Makati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coup d' etat of Trillanes. hehe. XD My father texted me in an instant when he heard the news. He was so scared that maybe our trip will be sucked into the madness of the kudeyta. haha. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we didn't go to Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At SM Pampanga... well,, I must say, it's the highlight of the trip. haha. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Tokyo Tokyo. Shop some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE bought me a teddy bear from bearhuggs.&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-vibes.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/359/359200iiyh25l9kg.gif width=50 height=50 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i super love it. Though i don't know what to call it yet. My brother suggested Snow. But I'll still think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at La Union before 1 am. When I got home, I turned on the router, plugged my laptop and surfed the Internet! :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up until 3 am. Slept until 9 am. and woke up with a eye-popping announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom texted me using my brother's phone even though they're only downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Baba ka na. Pupunta na tayo ng Manila.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. It came true. I thought they were only joking when they told me. But no, they're dead serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Manila AGAIN at 2 in the afternoon.woo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we arrived at Manila at past 6. Then the day after that, we went to Trinoma where I got a headache because of the neverending passageways. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Manila at 1 pm and we arrived at 6 pm. phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got me self TWO David and Goliath tees. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-6384896897606130346?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/6384896897606130346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=6384896897606130346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6384896897606130346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/6384896897606130346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/12/dang-tired.html' title='dang tired.'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5442125601278741124.post-8967850044169719194</id><published>2007-11-30T03:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T03:31:09.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>at last!</title><content type='html'>nakauwi na din kamiii! XD haha. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakarating ko lang 3o minutes ago from our unforgettable field trip. UNFORGETTABLE!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas masaya sa bus kesa sa mga pinuntahan namin, nyahaha. ang sama ko. dahil lang naman kasi kay...kaya masaya ako ngayon. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala sa itinerary namin ang nasunod...yung La Mesa Ecopark lang ang nasunod. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa La Mesa Ecopark...&lt;br /&gt;dami epal. haha. ^^. may mga ibang schools kasi. paepal naman sila. kala nila cute sila kahit hindi naman., haha. XD Ang highlight lang naman dun is the DAMN. oops, sorry. i mean, DAM. Tubig lang naman. XD haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sa The Table, pumunta kami sa Fort Bonifacio, mga 11 na ata yun eh...Tapos ako, si Karlo at si Nico pumunta sa Greenwich para kumain. ayun. matagal na ngang di binigay yung order, wala pang utensils. PWEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nagkalesa lang kami sa square. yun lang. haha. tapos nag=ikot ikot. wala lang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa Manila Zoo kami. nyahaha. Ang saya. Lalo na yung Orangutan, kamukha ni Pangs. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa SM Pampanga. the most HIGHLIGHT part of the trip. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magkasama kami ni Karlo jan eh. haha. ayun. bumili ng teddy bear. ^^. LOL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nag-ikot ikot. at wala lang. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 9 na kami nakaalis at nakatulog ako habang... ^_________________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. 4 hours lang ang biyahe namin from Pampanga to Agoo. Maybe because walang traffic. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang problema malamig. haha. XD nakajacket na nga malamig pa din. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aylabmybebesomats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5442125601278741124-8967850044169719194?l=psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/feeds/8967850044169719194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5442125601278741124&amp;postID=8967850044169719194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8967850044169719194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5442125601278741124/posts/default/8967850044169719194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychofreakazoid.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-last.html' title='at last!'/><author><name>o-abby-o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07427736812161275652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnjVJsGXF6M/SKubkRsStcI/AAAAAAAAACM/q2yCxI1I5s4/S220/Pik1612.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
