<?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-38324681</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:25:13.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>( my crooked crown )</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-566477360654866473</id><published>2009-11-20T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:41:00.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE STOP COMPLAINING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; jesus fucking christ. i swear to god, all she does is compare the lifestyle in here &amp;amp; the lifestyle over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;. if she hates the canadian lifestyle so much, then why did she go here in the first place? &amp;amp; to think that she was the one who told me that i'm gonna be able to adapt to the canadian environment pretty fast, since canada is ~nice~. SHE'S EVEN WORSE THAN ME IF YOU COMPARE HER TO ME WHEN I FIRST CAME HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just so pissed off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-566477360654866473?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/566477360654866473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=566477360654866473' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/566477360654866473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/566477360654866473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/11/argh.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-7272827367635908621</id><published>2009-10-11T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:35:05.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raining sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/StK_-YFFhnI/AAAAAAAAALA/a7uJRLVF3-Q/s1600-h/use-me-cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/StK_-YFFhnI/AAAAAAAAALA/a7uJRLVF3-Q/s320/use-me-cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391582782252484210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words cannot explain how much I loved this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a kid movie, yeah yeah. But come on, an adorable mad scientist crushing on a nerd-turned-into-a-dumb-blonde weather forecaster is probably the cutest match ever. I SWEAR TO GOD, I wanted to "awww" out loud durin g the Jell-o scene. Not gonna elaborate but it'd be a good idea to make sure you're full before you go see this movie. Food..... in 3D............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my mom is being a bitch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-7272827367635908621?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7272827367635908621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=7272827367635908621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7272827367635908621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7272827367635908621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/10/raining-sunshine.html' title='raining sunshine.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/StK_-YFFhnI/AAAAAAAAALA/a7uJRLVF3-Q/s72-c/use-me-cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-1889047864099597394</id><published>2009-09-08T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:55:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you better ring the alarm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i28.tinypic.com/257ok2e.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 443px;" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/257ok2e.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SO. First day of school. I guess it went pretty okay... The main highlight of it would be finding out that Boal really &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; come back. :') He was one of my favourite teachers last year &lt;s&gt;my only favourite i think&lt;/s&gt; &amp;amp; I was really sad when he told us that there was a possibility of him not coming back. He kept telling us last year, "you guys might not see me again, &amp;amp; then this is how you treat me?!" haha. &amp;amp; to think that we actually gave him a Jo Bros. poster to remember us by. He got me scared, not gonna lie. :c I'M GLAD HE'S MY TEACHER AGAIN THOUGH, AAAHH. Although the fact tht he made us play ~his games~ again kinda pissed me off. It's the only thing I hate about him. NONETHELESS, I'm looking forward to spending time with him in the commtech lab again -- for the whole year this time. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate my Math &amp;amp; US History classes so much. In my Math class there's the prissy sluts, while in my US history class there's the loud &amp;amp; abnoxious guys. I GUESS LOUDNESS &amp;amp; OBNOXIOUSNESS ARE NEEDED FROM TIME TO TIME but I don't need a class with 80% of its population acting so immaturely. BESIDES, there's only about 6 girls in that class &amp;amp; then the rest are guys. Which is kind of uncomfortable in a way...... This is like Civics all over again, augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THEN THERE WAS MATH. Math as my last period, nice to see you again. in b4 i fall asleep on sergi's class..... AGAIN. Maaan, I've had her for 3 yrs in a row, I'm sick of her face already. My friends are making me fun about this lmao. SHE REALLY DOES HAVE A JOYCE RADAR. Damn you Sergi. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school tomorrow, fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, DON'T MIND ME FOR NOT HAVING ANY RESPECT TOWARDS MY TEACHERS. 8) lmao it's just the way i normally address them , even irl. it's too much of a pain in the ass to say "miss" &amp;amp; "mister".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-1889047864099597394?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1889047864099597394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=1889047864099597394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/1889047864099597394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/1889047864099597394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-better-ring-alarm.html' title='you better ring the alarm.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/257ok2e_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-6527091336610036584</id><published>2009-09-06T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:23:39.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lacha lacha ta ta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SqQzwMPdQkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/D2n5S8qQUKk/s1600-h/090906_135647.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SqQzwMPdQkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/D2n5S8qQUKk/s320/090906_135647.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378480758000009794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a new haircut. :') For the first time in my life, I actually &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; fussing with my hair every 5 mins. It feels so good to have bangs again after over 7 years. I don't care how much I've expressed my hatred for bangs before. I'm just a pathetic hypocrite brat, haha. (at least I'm admitting it) This is one of the reasons as to why I'm kind of looking forward to school. I can show off my haircut &amp;amp; my new phone as well. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an LG Neon just the other day, lmao. IT'S THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER. It helps me cure my boredom, not gonna lie. Just sliding this thing in &amp;amp; out fascinates me enough♥ OH &amp;amp; I also got unlimited texting! This'll be very convenient since Andrea &amp;amp; Kamille are phone whores. =3= Now Andrea's texting me literally every fucking minute. I'm not complaining though since I've caught the texting syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S IN ONE DAY, MORE OR LESS. :( Only thing I'm looking forward to this week is Supernatural season 5, uunnnff. And then next week, Lola's coming here from the Philippines. Awww yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's good. (LG, NO PUN INTENDED LMAO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-6527091336610036584?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6527091336610036584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=6527091336610036584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/6527091336610036584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/6527091336610036584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/lacha-lacha-ta-ta.html' title='lacha lacha ta ta.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SqQzwMPdQkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/D2n5S8qQUKk/s72-c/090906_135647.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-6861649196234484553</id><published>2009-09-03T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:51:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna sleep.</title><content type='html'>I was actually having a pretty nice day. Until I got home &amp; my parents ruined it for me, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I actually have a pretty decent schedule this year. Just not the part where Splinter's my homeroom teacher &amp; I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; be late at any cost. I'm so fucked, idek. Bye-bye late slips. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-6861649196234484553?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6861649196234484553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=6861649196234484553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/6861649196234484553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/6861649196234484553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-sleep.html' title='i wanna sleep.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-5443032940470943832</id><published>2009-08-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:01:28.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been left in tatters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ljcmt1450280"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt1450280"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt1450280"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Anyone who has a problem with you doesn't know you the way I do and for that, I feel sorry for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt1450280"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt1450280"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can't help but think that she's referring to me. It's funny how I was in a chat with her before &amp;amp; talked shit about her new-found best friend. That was back when they still didn't know each other. Is it a coincidence that they've become good friends now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down though, I really wish they never met each other. It hurts me that she, a person I used to be so close with, is getting fond of the only person I dislike. Am I a bitch for wishing that someday their friendship will eventually end? Maybe I'm still butthurt over what this whore did to me &amp;amp; my best friends a few months ago. I just can't bear seeing someone like &lt;span style="font-style: italic"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;getting close to one of the sweetest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fucked up &amp;amp; I'm definitely not pleased with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/ ALSO WHY THE FUCK DOES MY MOM KICK ME OFF THE COMPUTER WHEN IT'S ONLY 12:30AM. i'm on my summer vacation here for pete's sake. WHY CAN'T YOU TELL YOUR HUSBAND TO GET UP ON HIS ASS &amp;amp; GO TO BED ALREADY SINCE HE'S THE ONE WHO HAS TO WAKE UP EARLY TOMORROW, NOT ME. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ARRRGGHHH. WHY IS IT ALWAYS /ME/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed. i'm in a bad mood tonight fml. i hate this house i hate everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-5443032940470943832?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5443032940470943832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=5443032940470943832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5443032940470943832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5443032940470943832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-left-in-tatters.html' title='i&apos;ve been left in tatters.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-5765014905765476262</id><published>2009-08-28T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:19:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unencumbered numbered words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Had the weirdest/nicest dream last night. It was so nice that I didn't want to forget about it &amp;amp; actually wrote down the little details I could possibly remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;▮slippers; hand-made heels were glued onto the soles. it was pretty cute, but the colours were gay haha. the slipper itself was blue &amp;amp; the heels were yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;▮Rocky; that kid i used to have a crush on back in elementary. he was my junior, lmao... i can't remember whether it was him in my dream or not, but the figure resembled him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;▮Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;▮Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;▮Birthday; it was my birthday for some odd reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;▮Left slipper was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Most of my dreams don't make any sense, but I feel like this one was pretty clear to me. It was short &amp;amp; sweet. I guess I only want someone to make me feel special on my birthday -- someone who would actually acknowledge &amp;amp; celebrate my existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The sweetest part of it all was the dance. Rocky held me as if he wanted to protect me from something. It's ironic cause we were dancing in front of dozens of people. (lmao ?____?) And in my dream, I didn't feel embarrassed at all. I...guess this means I'm just a hopeless &amp;amp; lonely girl who wants a boyfriend. :'c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-5765014905765476262?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5765014905765476262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=5765014905765476262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5765014905765476262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5765014905765476262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/unencumbered-numbered-words.html' title='unencumbered numbered words.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-1073156958926339548</id><published>2009-08-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:40:48.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;how&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I ended up having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; as my mother. Why can't I be one of those spoiled, lucky kids whose parents drown them with so much love &amp;amp; good influence? The exact opposite of all this is happening to me, sadly enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She needs to learn some fucking manners &amp;amp; learn how to say "please" &amp;amp; "thank you". She needs to get rid of goddamn pride &amp;amp; learn how to admit defeat from time to time. She needs to stop putting all the blame on me. She needs to stop being so bossy. Lastly, she needs to stop being so moody &amp;amp; bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;/sigh. OLD HAGS ARE SO HARD TO DEAL WITH. I WISH I WAS OUT OF THIS PLACE ALREADY, FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-1073156958926339548?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1073156958926339548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=1073156958926339548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/1073156958926339548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/1073156958926339548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-upon-broken-heart.html' title='once upon a broken heart.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-3730000804584677102</id><published>2009-07-07T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:05:36.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when he saw my wilted heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Why are you not talking to me anymore? Why are you being so cold? Did you get sick of me already? Have you found your new toy to play around with? Have you found a new "sister"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his e-hugs. I miss those times when he'd sit beside me. I miss those times when he'd make me hug him. Those times when he called me tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be like that anymore? Did I do something wrong? &lt;i&gt;Please.&lt;/i&gt; Come &amp; see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/shoves self into a time machine :&lt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-3730000804584677102?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/3730000804584677102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=3730000804584677102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/3730000804584677102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/3730000804584677102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-he-saw-my-wilted-heart.html' title='when he saw my wilted heart.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-2038335484533218575</id><published>2009-06-07T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:35:08.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a;lsfksalf</title><content type='html'>LMAO, NEVERMIND I'M TALKING TO HIM RIGHT NOW. mabi ruined it though. it dc'ed me. :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-2038335484533218575?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/2038335484533218575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=2038335484533218575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/2038335484533218575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/2038335484533218575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/06/alsfksalf.html' title='a;lsfksalf'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-5676432992583954529</id><published>2009-06-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:42:44.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking towards that sweet sweet sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt246/buttlaces/mabinogi_2009_05_14_001-1.jpg?t=1244388719"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 421px; height: 316px;" src="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt246/buttlaces/mabinogi_2009_05_14_001-1.jpg?t=1244388719" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;you make me love &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Thank you for coming into my life &amp; bringing out the childish side of me. We've only known each other for.... less than a month &amp; I feel like I've known you my whole life. :[ I wish you didn't live on the other side of the world so we wouldn't have to stay up &amp; wait for each other to come online, lmao&amp;hearts; I'll kidnap you someday &amp; drag your butt over here so I can see you be all happy over the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to you in 2 weeks... I wanna talk to you. ;~~; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;now if i only had the courage to say all of this to him&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-5676432992583954529?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5676432992583954529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=5676432992583954529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5676432992583954529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5676432992583954529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/06/walking-towards-that-sweet-sweet.html' title='walking towards that sweet sweet sunshine.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-6521258711284156498</id><published>2009-02-05T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:53:16.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadistic goons &amp; the dames they love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUL-Koia0wo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUL-Koia0wo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thiiiissss. THIS. I. WANT. IT. SO. BADLY. what the fuck. i'm not sure if it's even out in canada yet? but i'm preeeetty sure it came out on the 27th last month in the u.s. akjdasf AAAHHH. baccano, you are so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao, art class really is the best. we're planning on making a commercial to present our plasticine figures&amp;hearts; LMFAO, I WAS THE ONE MAKING THE SCRIPT. jesus figure fights the devil figure. &amp; they both summon their weapons ( based on person LOL ) my bear, &amp; bernard's.... yellow creature, whatever it is. &amp; THEN! adam's chicken can be the angel, telling them to stop fighting. AHAHA, I DON'T EVEN KNOW. it's so retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait til tuesday~~~ MALL COP, GET. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-6521258711284156498?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/6521258711284156498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=6521258711284156498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/6521258711284156498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/6521258711284156498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadistic-goons-dames-they-love.html' title='sadistic goons &amp; the dames they love.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-7005104568828695586</id><published>2009-02-03T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:09:59.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickly reaching maximum capacity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh. well, i ended up skipping science for today adkljaf. funny how i'm willing to skip a class just for a freakin lab. i'm such a loner. :[ lmfao oh well, at least i'll be all like, "HEY MISS, I WASN'T HERE LAST CLASS. CAN YOU PUT ME IN A GROUP INSTEAD" next class. ahaha;klajdkaslf /retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed art today. :\ baawww, art. i hate how my science comes before my art. i have no choice but to skip art whenever i skip science akldjaf. FUCK YOU, SCIENCE. i love art class so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/animeadikzer/200901281424001.jpg?t=1233688148" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahehehehehe, it's our own little family. :3 my blue bear looks the most retarded, i don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes last night was funny.... i don't even know what to say to that. "HEROES IS GOING TO TURN INTO LOST." haha, truefax. where's your originality, heroes? i mean - a plane crashing &amp;amp; all of a sudden they get stuck in some island.... COME ON, YOU CAN GIVE US SOMETHING BETTER THAN THAT. but lol ando claims himself to be a chick magnet a;lkdjasf♥ ando is so cute, aaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, also. uhhmmm.../// i've never really seen the student body president up close. i always hear his cute voice in the announcement but fuck, man. HE IS. SO HOT. he looks like hugh jackman, hhhnggghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-7005104568828695586?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7005104568828695586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=7005104568828695586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7005104568828695586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7005104568828695586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/02/quickly-reaching-maximum-capacity.html' title='quickly reaching maximum capacity.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-7349763523725360284</id><published>2009-02-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:04:48.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spun the stars on her fingernails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, fuck dude.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm &lt;/span&gt;your best friend. &amp;amp; yet you had no plan of texting me last night &amp;amp; tell me about your new phone. while you text &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; let her know about it first, instead of me. it can't be a coincidence that you just happened to remember her number. i've been texting you months before she did. you &amp;amp; i have been texting way before you guys did. it's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts my feelings that you don't even have my whole phone number memorized while you got hers clear in your head. :\ i never meant to make such a big deal out of this but a;lkdjaklf i just feel like you're being slowly taken away from me &amp;amp; i'm scared. :[ i love you so much &amp;amp; alkdjklasfaf you're my best friend. i don't wanna lose you like, ever. just.... the idea of her knowing things about you first before me hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-7349763523725360284?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7349763523725360284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=7349763523725360284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7349763523725360284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7349763523725360284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/02/soun-stars-on-her-fingernails.html' title='spun the stars on her fingernails.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-4023338979013515474</id><published>2009-01-27T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:27:56.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me mr. benzedrine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh. Hi there, blogger. :) I guess you're the only thing I can run back to in times like this. I've been sucked in by the world of LiveJournal. I gave up Xanga for LJ &amp;amp; actually ended up having LOTS of good friends in there. But since my friends list in LJ just keeps on getting bigger &amp;amp; bigger everyday, I feel like I have no privacy anymore. :c SO HI THERE, BLOGGER. Since nobody reads this shit anymore, I'll just use this for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, at this point of my life.... I feel like I HAVE to make a decision but I don't even know where to begin. It's just so difficult; everyone around me is pressuring me. everyone tells me, 'It's okay, it's alright to do this &amp;amp; that'. But they don't know how much it scares me when they talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA;AKJDASF I'm just doing really bad in everything right now. Science, Gym, Science, Art.... The only hopes I have are History &amp;amp; English d;ajd;asf. EVERYTHING LIES ON MY 1984 ESSAY. EVERY. THING. If I fail that shit, I'm gonna wind up going to College English. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I'M REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO U.S. HISTORY &amp;amp; WORLD HISTORY NEXT YEAR. Hopefully I get Mr. Wrobel, hoho~ :D &amp;amp; now I'm thirsty. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-4023338979013515474?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4023338979013515474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=4023338979013515474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4023338979013515474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4023338979013515474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2009/01/call-me-mr-benzedrine.html' title='call me mr. benzedrine.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-2773917452393970585</id><published>2008-04-16T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:30.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Spring. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SAZhs-CFLRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/u6sOK5I1LY4/s1600-h/o4-16-08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SAZhs-CFLRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/u6sOK5I1LY4/s320/o4-16-08+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189943045784939794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky was amazingly blue today. I'd say the weather was really really nice. Not too cold, not too warm. See, this is exactly why I love spring. Not like summer when it's ultimately hot, winter when it's extremely cold, and fall when it's almost as cold as winter. That's why spring is the best. 8Db&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I brought my camera today at school, &lt;s&gt;BY POPULAR DEMAND&lt;/s&gt; since Bernard told me he wanted to see it. It was fun, I ended up taking lotsa pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SAZj7-CFLSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0ugl27_x54E/s1600-h/o4-16-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SAZj7-CFLSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0ugl27_x54E/s320/o4-16-08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189945502506233122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ERIN ILU. This was taken in the morning, in front of my locker. :D I was trying out my lens adaptor ring and I was kinda asking Bernard how it works too. (shut up, I still don't get the whole purpose of it, lmao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was so freakin funny.&lt;br /&gt;"Donovan's such a bastard."&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I hate him to death."&lt;br /&gt;"It's always like;&lt;br /&gt;ACHOO!&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT OF MY ROOM BITCH. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE, NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Donovan srsly need to stop kicking people out of the room, it just annoys the heck out of us. I think he's already kicked Erin out a thousand times. XD; And just damn it, he gets mad at every single sound he hears. Someone sneezes he tells them to be quiet. Just turn around and ask for a pencil he'll scold you for doing so. SO ANNOYING sa;dkj;ajd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea was away today, wtf. She told Erin she'd come for English since she doesn't wanna miss Shakespeare but she never came, orz. Speaking of English, Mercutio died. :( It was pretty sad, since I liked Mercutio alot. He may be a pervert but he's such a clown. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'aww, report cards tomorrow. Fuck. Not good, not good. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-2773917452393970585?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/2773917452393970585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=2773917452393970585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/2773917452393970585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/2773917452393970585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-you-spring.html' title='I love you Spring. &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/SAZhs-CFLRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/u6sOK5I1LY4/s72-c/o4-16-08+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-7494526453979859478</id><published>2008-04-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:16:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shatz.</title><content type='html'>Ohoho, why hello there dead-o blogger. I srsly haven't been here in like 7 months. That's a LOOONGGG time. Alot of things have happened in those 7 months too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I finally have the camera of my dreams. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2353437198_cac0f05982.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2353437198_cac0f05982.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sony DSC-H9. :D It's not an SLR one, but at least it's a thousand times better than a normal digital camera. I might get myself an SLR in the near future, once I know how things work in Photography. I know I have lotsa things I have to know, I'm still such a n00b, haha. So this one's just temporary, FOR NOW. But I'm happy that I got this camera. It takes amazing pictures, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I think I'm failing Math. I swear to God I don't know shit about it. I just had a test this morning and my mind was completely blank. I pretty much guessed throughout the whole test. ;~; Srsly not good, I need to pay more attention in class and stop talking, dammit. I also need to change my study habits, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my report card this Thursday and I do NOT want to see my marks. I'm 99.9% sure already that all of my marks went down this term. Even my French. Ugh. The only hope I have now is my CommTech and Music .. I hope I get a good mark on my CommTech. My collage was really good imo, so Del Degan better gave me a 79 or something like that! &gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-7494526453979859478?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7494526453979859478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=7494526453979859478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7494526453979859478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7494526453979859478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2008/04/shatz.html' title='Shatz.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-8698898459386687324</id><published>2007-07-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:31.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the 60's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hairspray baaaaabyy! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaW2PRyXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/qF54GV1SYB4/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090922287347162402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaW2PRyXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/qF54GV1SYB4/s320/019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have high expectations for the movie since I wasn't interested at first.. but dudee, &lt;em&gt;you HAVE to watch it&lt;/em&gt;. Especially girls who hate Zac Efron. You'll love him in the movie, that's a guaranteed fact. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooovedd his slicked hair, suited him really well. He played Link Larkin prefectly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaXEPRyXTI/AAAAAAAAADw/WKsjxN_mpDE/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090922527865330994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaXEPRyXTI/AAAAAAAAADw/WKsjxN_mpDE/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaXXfRyXUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vok-GRL6ifY/s1600-h/DSC03709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090922858577812802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaXXfRyXUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vok-GRL6ifY/s320/DSC03709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, because I NEVER liked him in High School Musical. That only means that he was REAAALLLYYY good in the movie. (;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it, if you still haven't. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna be dancing and laughing throughout the whole movie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was actually Bernard's idea to watch the movie. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be seeing this movie, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he just wanted to ditch his summer classes. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and &lt;em&gt;his new phone's totally hot.&lt;/em&gt; I'm so jealous. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;x x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-8698898459386687324?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8698898459386687324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=8698898459386687324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/8698898459386687324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/8698898459386687324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-60s.html' title='Welcome to the 60&apos;s!'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RqaW2PRyXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/qF54GV1SYB4/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-7464545376259256773</id><published>2007-07-17T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:32.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the fcking summer blues.</title><content type='html'>Har, &lt;strong&gt;I'm beginng to have summer blues&lt;/strong&gt;. Picture yourself wearing your eyes out every night, reading manga books after watching animes all day. Not very good, huh? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go somewhere soon, &lt;u&gt;I'M. SO. BORED.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went to the dentist with my mom the other day. I like that small, and stupid clinic. Even if I say it's stupid, it's really cool. They have PS2 [&lt;em&gt;YES, you can use it for FREE&lt;/em&gt;.] and they have tv, with cable. Ahaha, probably 2 of the things I want around the house so I wouldn't be boredd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that very day, I learned about the fact that I have cavities.&lt;/strong&gt; Not one, but &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;. Good thing the cavitites are at the very back of my mouth, or else it's gonna be so obvious that I had my cavitites filled every single time I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentist says it's because of candies [obviously]. Because I have this tendency to put the candy between my teeth and my cheek. Ahhh, guess what kind of candy it is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The LOLLIPOP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of them. I had this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one huge container of Chupa Chups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from Wal-Mart, and my day wouldn't even be complete without eating at least one. I always bring lollipops at school for snacks, and I'm pretty much well-known for them. xD Every lunch period, Janet never fails to get a lollipop from me. Same goes for Kamille. And Bernard. And sometimes Liz and Mal. Haha. I'm getting off-topic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yess, the lollipop. Sometimes I'd even pretend to brush my teeth using the lollipop, which I realized was very wrong. Michelle warned me about cavities, and I didn't listen. Gaaaah, now I can't do stuff like that again! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to see &lt;u&gt;Harry Potter OOTP&lt;/u&gt; on Friday last week. OhMyGod, it was SO &lt;em&gt;goooooooooooddd&lt;/em&gt;! But very short, unfortunately. I didn't really expect it to be short, it was even shorter than POTC: AWE. It was good in my opinion, yes. But probably not for those people who read the books. Movie was missing alot of parts. About 3/4 of the book was missing as they said. Oh well. I guess it's a&lt;strong&gt; good thing&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't read the book? Haha. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT I'm sooo gonna get that 7th book next week!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Or maybe next next week. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyaaaa &lt;strong&gt;Luna Lovegood was the best character in the moviee&lt;/strong&gt;! Eeeeee I love her voice and she's adorable. I was thinking about the Luna x Harry ship on the day I saw the movie.. but the next day I remembered Ginny! Haha, I still think Ginny's the best woman for Harry. :D And I'm gonna see their kiss in the next movie yaaaaaaay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay Ginny and Luna, boooo Cho.&lt;/em&gt; :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rp1cqfeEl9I/AAAAAAAAADg/NLekqWa90qg/s1600-h/Luna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088325039070418898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rp1cqfeEl9I/AAAAAAAAADg/NLekqWa90qg/s320/Luna3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooo, I love Luna's earrings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just received my birthday card from my friends all the waaaaaaay back from the Philippines. Gaaaahhh, how touching. Even if only 5 people wrote messages for me, I'm still happy. (:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;I'm so grateful for friends like them. :D&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rp1cYfeEl8I/AAAAAAAAADY/G38mPTdQj_Y/s1600-h/birthdaay-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088324729832773570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rp1cYfeEl8I/AAAAAAAAADY/G38mPTdQj_Y/s320/birthdaay-card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who wrotee:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eselle&lt;br /&gt;-Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Geneva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ynigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lovee them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Picture was taken during our Jose Rizal play in grade 6. It was Hekasi month back then. &lt;strong&gt;We won the contest. (;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;x x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rp1VS_eEl6I/AAAAAAAAADI/q-lcQKRZlFY/s1600-h/birthdaay-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-7464545376259256773?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/7464545376259256773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=7464545376259256773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7464545376259256773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/7464545376259256773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-fcking-summer-blues.html' title='Oh the fcking summer blues.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rp1cqfeEl9I/AAAAAAAAADg/NLekqWa90qg/s72-c/Luna3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-5460685851419287235</id><published>2007-07-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:32.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can stand under my umbrella. (:</title><content type='html'>Yay , new layout. I really like this layout, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I wanna learn how to do vectors too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah, too bad it's long weekend this week. So my mom doesn't have to go to work todaay.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not too bad actually. She let me use the computer for freakin 12 hrs straight. :D Ahahaha, that's what I call &lt;em&gt;FFFUUUNN.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my 12 hrs watching Korean and Chinese dramas.&lt;br /&gt;I was rewatching &lt;strong&gt;Autumn Tale&lt;/strong&gt; .. &lt;u&gt;AND I COULDN'T STOP CRYING!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already my 2nd time watching it and it never fails to make me cry. :(&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if only you could see how many tissues I've used last night when I was watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I prefer the young actors than the grown-up ones. The actress for the young Eun-suh was REALLY good. It's so convincing when she cries, and I cry too whenever she does that. xDI cried alot in the first few episodes. The ending was okaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhh, the Chinese drama I'm currently watching is &lt;strong&gt;Hana Kimi&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a friend told me that a Japanese version of it will come out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Waaahh, I'm excited. x3 &lt;em&gt;I'm trying to read the manga but I'm just too lazy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaayyy, I &lt;u&gt;might&lt;/u&gt; be going to Canada's Wonderland this summer, just before the school starts. I've never been there, so I'm really excited. Though I have to admit, I hate roller coasters. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;Wonderland's so famous for the coasters&lt;/strong&gt; [they have &lt;em&gt;14&lt;/em&gt; coasters]. O_O; I just hope we don't go to alot of coaster rides.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to ask Allyssa to come with us, since she wants a date with me. x]&lt;br /&gt;And just in time, Michelle is coming back from Korea before school starts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I were planning to watch the fireworks yesterday at Wonderland but .. we have to pay &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 bucks for the car parking, and $26 for the entrance fee&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; And that's for one person only. Eeeeh, how expensive. If only I have a season pass. -shrug- I guess we'll just have to pay when we go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the official site of Wonderland .. And I found &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; okay rides, &lt;em&gt;the ones that I think would suit me.&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RolnZ-S5jDI/AAAAAAAAACo/G8GhKthQ4uE/s1600-h/358-5807_IMG_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082707350380973106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RolnZ-S5jDI/AAAAAAAAACo/G8GhKthQ4uE/s320/358-5807_IMG_med.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder Run. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rolnp-S5jEI/AAAAAAAAACw/B_8Df-ZJ7SU/s1600-h/18878015_17ac1b462f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082707625258880066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Rolnp-S5jEI/AAAAAAAAACw/B_8Df-ZJ7SU/s320/18878015_17ac1b462f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian Job. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Roln2uS5jFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hrbUW-3q76A/s1600-h/untitled-ver-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082707844302212178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/Roln2uS5jFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hrbUW-3q76A/s320/untitled-ver-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vortex. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weeeee. I'm so exciteeeedd.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-5460685851419287235?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/5460685851419287235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=5460685851419287235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5460685851419287235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/5460685851419287235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella_02.html' title='You can stand under my umbrella. (:'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RolnZ-S5jDI/AAAAAAAAACo/G8GhKthQ4uE/s72-c/358-5807_IMG_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-2070471232860506252</id><published>2007-06-25T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:32.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anybody at least welcome me baack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RoBK33BFcNI/AAAAAAAAABw/DHh7XOzzpgM/s1600-h/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080142703195680978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RoBK33BFcNI/AAAAAAAAABw/DHh7XOzzpgM/s200/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awwwh, my blogspot's dying. It's sorta of worthless now. It's empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just have to face the reality. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, since Nina demands for a new entry.. [not really demand but.. -__-"] I shall update once again! Woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta say, for all the anime SLAASSH music fans out there, you better watch La Corda D'oro soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sooo freakin good! The plot's really easy to follow and unique, in my opinion. I've been reading and watching it lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must saaay, Hihara and Yunoki are the ones that I really lovee the most. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I developed a fetish for evil guys a long time ago. I don't know why but I hated Yunoki when I first found out that he was evil. Maybe because his voice in the anime sounded gay at that time and he told Kahoko that she was annoying. &gt;___&gt;; Heey, just so you knoow, I love Kahoko. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching a few more episodes, I started liking him once again! Hahaha, funneeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Hihara, I liked him ever since the beginning. :P He's the cutest and hottest out of the 5 guys but he doesn't really have the best personality. But he's still my faveee above the ressstt. :D&lt;br /&gt;Of course, of course. Who wouldn't love the cold-hearted Len?! It'd impossible for you to dislike him. I think alot of girls really like Len, regardless of his personality. [And it's hot anywaay, how he does it to Kaho and stuff. :P]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only character from the series that I don't really like is Ryotarou. He just doesn't have anything spe&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RoBNwnBFcOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1PmYJp1iPWU/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080145877176512738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RoBNwnBFcOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1PmYJp1iPWU/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cial in him. Imn other words, he's a boring character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAHH AHH ! Shimizu maan. He's soooooo ADO-RAA-BLEEE! He's hilarious. The way he walks, the way he talks.. Haha, another sleepyhead. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, the person[alien, actually?] behind all the ruckus in the series.. LILI! He's adoraaable. Come to think of it. While I was still reading the manga, what I had in mind is Lili with GREEN clothes. But actually in the anime, he has BLUE clothes. Haha, you know what I'm saying? I might have been imagining him as the Tinkerbell version 2! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-2070471232860506252?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/2070471232860506252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=2070471232860506252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/2070471232860506252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/2070471232860506252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-anybody-at-least-welcome-me-baack.html' title='Can anybody at least welcome me baack?'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RoBK33BFcNI/AAAAAAAAABw/DHh7XOzzpgM/s72-c/present.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-8066194929948245127</id><published>2007-03-21T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:51:19.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day for me, perhaps?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm. Bernard, Kamille and I had a fight today. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically only Kamille and me. I was supposed to get mad at Bernard, not at Kamille. &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;But she was on his side too. I mean, Bernard was&lt;strong&gt; literally&lt;/strong&gt; spitting at me. Of course you'd be pissed right?! And then i was wiping the saliva off from my jacket. Then they went like, 'Oooh, no Joyce stop. Are you sharpening my saliva?' -Bernard&lt;br /&gt;'How sharp is it now?? xD' -Kamille&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like.. ookaaayyy.. o.o; I mean i was really pissed with Bernard spitting on me alone, but Kamille taking his side? Oh no, that really made me mad. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;And the stupid thing is, Bernard doesn't know that the reason i got mad at Kamille is &lt;u&gt;HIM&lt;/u&gt;! DD:&lt;br /&gt;Now it appears like i'm the bad guy. People are prolly talking behind my back now, like i'm a drama queen and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammmn. Well, whatever. Bad thing is Kamille's my partner at the French project thing. I'll &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; make up with her tomorrow nad explain things since i don't want fights. And our fight last year was like WOAH. O.O; We didn't talk to each other for like 2 weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;I know holding grudges against other people is not good too anyway soooo. Hmm, i'll see what happens tomorrow. So now i'm like sorta sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-8066194929948245127?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/8066194929948245127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=8066194929948245127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/8066194929948245127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/8066194929948245127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmmmm.html' title='Not a good day for me, perhaps?'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-4890640164724723401</id><published>2007-03-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:33.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto Shippuden = &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RfSwzj_gi4I/AAAAAAAAABU/nIiZ-nrSYiQ/s1600-h/lmfao.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040848282815859586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RfSwzj_gi4I/AAAAAAAAABU/nIiZ-nrSYiQ/s320/lmfao.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omfgsh. I'm currently watching &lt;strong&gt;Naruto Shippuden&lt;/strong&gt;. It's so effin good! It's nice to watch Naruto once again. I got sick with the &lt;u&gt;fillers&lt;/u&gt; and i stopped watching Naruto since episode 202 or so. I've been waiting for this timeskip!! xD&lt;br /&gt;Naruto hasn't changed, while Sakura got stronger. D:&lt;br /&gt;Really strong, literally. xD&lt;br /&gt;And Sasuke, arrrrgghhh. He became &lt;em&gt;fat and ugly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidara IS a guy. :DD I had no doubts about his gender ever since the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Kyaaaaa! Sasori appeared as well. :]&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, the first episode's just pretty much the Team 7 memories. I wanted to cry but.. :[ I miss team 7 too. Har.&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate the opening. Naruto has a rap opening. ;-;&lt;br /&gt;But the ending's quite nice. I've heard rumours that the people who sang the Naruto Shippuden ending sang[rapped?] the Bleach 2nd ending as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, i hated that Bleach ending. ;-; I dunno why but i hate rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally made my new YouTube account!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just reuploading my Ouran episodes and AMVs and then i'll get back to uploading HYD season 2. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I basically did nothing to day but chill out. xD&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go to church today because my mom had to work. So i was alone at the house all day.&lt;br /&gt;So happy. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyday's like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-4890640164724723401?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4890640164724723401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=4890640164724723401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4890640164724723401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4890640164724723401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/naruto-shippuden-3.html' title='Naruto Shippuden = &lt;3'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RfSwzj_gi4I/AAAAAAAAABU/nIiZ-nrSYiQ/s72-c/lmfao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-4216097047020990410</id><published>2007-03-10T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:18:35.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a month of being gone. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY BACK!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I realized how long i've been gone. D: &lt;br /&gt;I missed my blogspot, even if &lt;em&gt;NOBODY&lt;/em&gt; tags. Lmfao. I don't really need tags. O___o [Just says so to comfort herself.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's finally my MARCH BREAK! I've been waiting for this time since forever.&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;strong&gt;week&lt;/strong&gt; off, and nothing could get any better than that. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Since we don't have school for a week, of course, what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;Tons of homeworks. And 2 tests will be coming up as soon as i get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Like, we just had a Science test last week and we're having another one when we get back. Dammmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, i didn't want to bring my huge instrument home. There was snow, and besides, it's slippery. :D &lt;br /&gt;At least i've got my own excuse. xD&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, i hate Mr. Russo now. ;-; &lt;strong&gt;I was being scolded on Thursday because i wasn't at the full band practice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, Bernard and I asked him about the forms. We were like, 'What if we don't have our forms right now?' And then he was like, 'Then you'll go back here at 11:20[our normal Music class time.]' So we both thought we weren't supposed to be there cuz we didn't have our forms. &lt;br /&gt;And then after the practice, Sophia was looking for me and told me that Mr. Russo was mad because i wasn't freakin there. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I was upset.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Russo talked to me at recess, and scolded at me right at the hallway, where a lot of people are passing by. So embarrassing. .////.&lt;br /&gt;He said the practice didn't have anything to do with the form. Dammmn. So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he made me practice the Batman theme without my music sheet in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt; I looked like an idiot there. &lt;br /&gt;And the bad thing is, he got pissed at me, but he didn't get mad at Bernard, Allyssa and Sharice who didn't go at the practice too. Fuck that day. ;-; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, i guess it's okay now. And i saw signs of offering peace from him. xD&lt;br /&gt;He was like poking me with his arm on Music class. Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;I forgave him already. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, yee. I got my report card. YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my report card with me right now, because my mom can't remember where the hell she put it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think i got a 68 in my Writing[English]. Arrrgh, i'm not surpirsed. I always go to school with incomplete Spelling homeworks. Harhar. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anndddd.. 70 on my Oral[English] i think.&lt;br /&gt;55 on my French Oral dudee! I swear, i really NEED to participate in class. I promise, i really will this last term. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anddd.. 76 on my Reading[French], and 99 on my Writing[French]. Yaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. i remember my 95 on my Geometry. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was shocked at that one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;Got 70 something in my history, and 81 in Science. :P&lt;br /&gt;90 in Music man!!! Yay. I AM SO GOOOOOOOD. &lt;em&gt;Suck it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80 in Geography, 78 in Visual Arts.&lt;br /&gt;And then i forgot the rest. The rest are not important anyway. Like, Religion, Helath, Drama, and P.E. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, &lt;strong&gt;i finally got into Marshall&lt;/strong&gt;. :]]&lt;br /&gt;Yepp. And i'm taking all my courses in academic. &lt;br /&gt;I'm confident that i'll be able to endure the academic path. :D&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i wanna get into university rather than getting college. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, watch this video of Middle Schoolers band playing Pirates of the Caribbean. :]&lt;br /&gt;They're so goooood. Almost as good as the Loretto Abbey band playing POFTC. I wish we could play POFTC too. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3V2JORGNos"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3V2JORGNos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-4216097047020990410?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4216097047020990410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=4216097047020990410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4216097047020990410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4216097047020990410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-month-of-being-gone-d.html' title='After a month of being gone. :D'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-4645792079261948377</id><published>2007-02-05T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:23:14.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Using the computer at school. :)</title><content type='html'>Omfgsh. I only have like 5 minuntes left.&lt;br /&gt;Yessum, i'm using the computer at the school library. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Simone was beside me and she didn't even see this. Lmfaaao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i gotta go now. Recess time. :]]&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my iPod back today!! Yay. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-4645792079261948377?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/4645792079261948377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=4645792079261948377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4645792079261948377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/4645792079261948377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/02/using-computer-at-school.html' title='Using the computer at school. :)'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-1779498008247497802</id><published>2007-01-31T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:14:33.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like crying. :(</title><content type='html'>This is the worst day ever.&lt;strong&gt; In my entire life&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;First thing, &lt;u&gt;my ipod got confiscated today at school&lt;/u&gt;. Remember i was talking about the fat woman who confiscates ipods? She did that to me, how dare she?! D&lt;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're moving to Alberta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Yes, the land where Canadian oil comes from! D: Holy fuck, just when i was supposed to study at Marshall McLuhan.. &gt;.&gt;; We have to move?! My mom told me we might move next year. I hope i'll finish 9th grade at Marshall at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom's like, 'We're gonna save more money when we get to Alberta. At least your dad's gonna get a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; job there, and we're gonna get a house and a car. And most of all, we'll be able to get your Lola from the Philippines. Don't you want that to happen?' I just wanna shout STFU to her. o.o; I mean.. I've already adapted with the environment and community here. I have friends and stuff. ;_; &lt;em&gt;I don't want that to heppen&lt;/em&gt;. Ever! Jeez. Why bother moving when i'm already happy here?! I hate my parents. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They try to make my life miserable each day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i don't really wanna talk about that.. since my iPod got confiscated and i can't have until this Friday.. I can't listen to Fall Out Boy and Super Junior songs. :( I'm totally obssesed with &lt;strong&gt;Kibum&lt;/strong&gt; right now. He's &lt;em&gt;so shmexy&lt;/em&gt;, man! D: Alot of my friends say that it's gonna take some time for me to know all of the members. It's true, their faces are so confusing. And there's &lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; of em. I was really puzzled at first, i'm like.. why 13 members? O.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcETEkTCFwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kPXtNAtelo/s1600-h/Kibum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026319628306093826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcETEkTCFwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kPXtNAtelo/s320/Kibum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, Michelle's puppy is totally freaking me out. T.T Name's &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kancho&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the way. He's cute but uh.. it scares me when he stares at me with those round eyes. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcETfkTCFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zxjl1e7U1t8/s1600-h/kancho.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026320092162561810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcETfkTCFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Zxjl1e7U1t8/s320/kancho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got the peektures on Carnaval day. :D Some of them are really random. o.o;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcET60TCFyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4szUO2maEbE/s1600-h/DSC01881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026320560313997090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcET60TCFyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4szUO2maEbE/s320/DSC01881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcEUnETCFzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f-zfw23zzAs/s1600-h/DSC01892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026321320523208498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcEUnETCFzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f-zfw23zzAs/s320/DSC01892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gerald and Karla are the King and Queen. :D I think i said that already. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcEU2kTCF0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aXgV9o1vGWo/s1600-h/DSC01895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026321586811180866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcEU2kTCF0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/aXgV9o1vGWo/s320/DSC01895.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levis team captains. Dun-dun-dun-dun. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcEVRETCF1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fVz79lU3m28/s1600-h/DSC01938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026322042077714258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcEVRETCF1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fVz79lU3m28/s320/DSC01938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophia being the fake queen. Harhar. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, speaking of Sophia.. she's improved a lot with the Baritone. :D She was really bad last year and it seems that she's better than me now. :( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sound of Music is a pain in the ass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i swear. We're gonna have nosebleeds next week, because of the stupid high notes. &gt;.&gt;; Mr. Russo even calls it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sound of Mucus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Since we sound really bad. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to remove the Thomas video. T.T It was the &lt;em&gt;number 1 news at school&lt;/em&gt; dudee! Kevin's fault. I told him the link of the video and he passed the link to others. And all of them are like, 'Why the heck is Thomas on YouTube?' Waaah, and Mrs. Simone even got the news and asked who videod Thomas. Kamille and I were like.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh-oh. Trouble&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; xD Good thing she was smiling, whew. She thought we recorded it via cellphone. xD I decided to delete it. :X Even Eric saw the Hunchback video of Bernard and Michelle. Arrrgh. We've been talking about it all day.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-1779498008247497802?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/1779498008247497802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=1779498008247497802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/1779498008247497802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/1779498008247497802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-crying_31.html' title='I feel like crying. :('/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h55Qa-tpj80/RcETEkTCFwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0kPXtNAtelo/s72-c/Kibum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-116992375299812647</id><published>2007-01-27T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:49:49.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like crying..</title><content type='html'>Holy fuck, i told Philip something i &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;shouldn't have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;It's the only secret of my life! No one's ever known it before. Well, aside from him of course. Like,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;i totally trusted him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with this. And i bet he's gonna tell this guy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL EVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-116992375299812647?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/116992375299812647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=116992375299812647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116992375299812647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116992375299812647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-crying.html' title='I feel like crying..'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-116987737282560494</id><published>2007-01-26T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:11:47.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go L-E-V-I-S!</title><content type='html'>Oh.my.God.&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval was &lt;strong&gt;FUN! &lt;/strong&gt;Holy, it was really &lt;em&gt;tiring and exhausting&lt;/em&gt; man!&lt;br /&gt;So like, we have to arrive at the school at 8:30 right? Well, it was Borcescu's order!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7:30 am, exact. xD Bernard called me while i was in the shower and he was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;complaining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all the way to school that he called a lot of times and nobody's answering. :D Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing he arrived at 8:25 or so because if he came at 8:20 sharp, i'm dead. I was still combing my hair at that time. ;]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it was very cold, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as they say&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Carnaval games took place &lt;em&gt;inside the school building&lt;/em&gt;. Soooo homo!!&lt;br /&gt;It's much easier to play outside and the school building's REALLY crowded. o.o; Kids were all over the place and captains are shouting. Eee, not a nice scenario eh?&lt;br /&gt;They said it's too cold outside. But it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;! And even if it is, kids are playing and running and jumping or whatever so they won't be able to feel it. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our team number is 8B. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kids in my team were REALLY great and nice!&lt;br /&gt;I admit,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate kids&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They're the little devils that you really really wanna avoid.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess kids aren't so bad after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;I thought they didn't have any spirit. Because teams have to cheer and scream and yell or whatever. &lt;em&gt;You have to show team spirit in your own way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; So gaayyy. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;And then Bernard came up with, &lt;em&gt;'Go 8B go! Go 8B fight! 8B go and win this fight!'&lt;/em&gt; I was like okkkaaaayyy. o.o; But we didn't use his cheer anyway. xD&lt;br /&gt;We were just like, &lt;em&gt;'Gimmie an L! Gimmie an E! Gimmie a V! Gimmie an I! Gimmie an S! What does that stand for?! LEVIS!!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. My throat hurts just because of all that screaming. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun screaming LEVIS with the kids though. xDD&lt;br /&gt;Darn, our team name is LEVIS. Harhar. Kids were like, 'Oh, we have Levi's pants at home!! :DD'&lt;br /&gt;And then one even said, 'Levis alone.' If you don't get his joke, you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;We were pronuncing it as 'Livays' all the way but a teacher approached me and said, 'What's your team's name?' Then i went, 'Livays.' Then she was like, 'No my dear. Levi.' Hookay, it's hard to explain here but you have to hear it. Spelling of the Levi's jeans and Levis are the same, but different pronunciation. Well, whatever. We went on with Livays. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Kamille's team better. FRONTENAC dudeee! Sounds sooo cool. xD&lt;br /&gt;And Michelle's teams is ORLEANS. :D Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even see Kamille's team! We had a game against Michelle's team.. I think that was the Bonhomme Bull's eye thing. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were gonna win since we only had 2 loses and the rest are ties and wins. &gt;DD&lt;br /&gt;At least we tried our very hardest and LEVIS is the best for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Labshoo guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;But.. uhh.. we had a little bit if problem in the middle of the game. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aaron pushed John while he was doing the sack race.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, he was really upset and he even went like, 'Aaron, i hate you!' to him. Aww. They were friends, they were even hugging each other in the first few hours. John was crying and his hyperness disappeared. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;Soo, we lost to Janet's team and Rob's team. Rob was patting us in our shoulders, lmao. He was like, 'That's okay guys. -shakes head.-' ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those tiring games.. kids had to go back to their classes.. And us too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;We're going outside for the closing ceremonies crap.&lt;br /&gt;They'll announce the team winners and who Bonhomme is. :D&lt;br /&gt;So we had to get back with our teams and reunite with the kids. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kids and I were hugging.&lt;/u&gt; o.o;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it! I was just gonna say hi and the grade 4 kid hugged me. Aww. :]&lt;br /&gt;She talks a lot. :DD Love that kid, i just forgot her name. =x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i thought Mrs. Simone was Bonhomme! xD I was completely wrong. It was the fat woman who's always on duty every lunch that confiscates iPod. Huff huff. Hookay, that sentence didn't make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't notice Bonhomme was fat, lmao&lt;/em&gt;. xD And i hate that woman, she always have to take iPods away. I mean, it's lunch recess and we can't listen to our iPods?! o.o;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kimpton is much better, she never notices us. Harhar, what an idiot she is. xD Why does she have to retire?! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, team that had the most points. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;350&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be specific, is 2A. :] I think that was Kevin and Joanne's group.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. And the group that had the most spirit is 9A, Karla and Gerald's team. :D&lt;br /&gt;They're the king and queen! &gt;33 Waaah, lucky! They got to wear those crowns! D&lt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/320/760380/waah-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas was there. And Karla wasn't there. She was decorating the gym for the danceee. xD&lt;br /&gt;They're much better than the monekys. Monkeys keep on asking for my snacks. They're meanies! And this tall guy that always asks for snacks was like tapping me at my shoulder while we were at they're station. It went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey monitor.." -him&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Here's what you gotta do.."&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo! Why are you telling this to me? You should be telling that to them, not me."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, i have to tell you the instructions then you have to tell them."&lt;br /&gt;"Meh, whatever. You were just the &lt;strong&gt;fake Bonhomme&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. ;_;"&lt;br /&gt;More shut ups coming from him. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamille was doing random stuff with my camera. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;We took a video of Thomas! Eherm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayKfuAJcSIU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it! It's only 17 seconds long. xD And megaphones were noisy as usual with the background. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhhh.. I don't really wanna tell what happened with the dance part. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS BORING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep now. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/1600/314765/Frontenaaaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/320/717218/Frontenaaaac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frontenac team captain! Weeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-116987737282560494?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/116987737282560494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=116987737282560494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116987737282560494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116987737282560494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-l-e-v-i-s.html' title='Go L-E-V-I-S!'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-116952564957561733</id><published>2007-01-22T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:18:09.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, and buseeeey.</title><content type='html'>I'm really busy these days. I barely have time for my blogger. Projects are gayyy. They really are. D;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they're really pointless. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;But our Science project looks really nice and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excavator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, we're making an excavator. Just in case you won't be able to recognize the crap you're about to see. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/1600/495096/waah-010.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/320/731522/waah-010.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, my mom's coming. Gotta go. I'll edit this tomorrow. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-116952564957561733?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/116952564957561733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=116952564957561733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116952564957561733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116952564957561733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-busy-and-buseeeey.html' title='Busy, busy, and buseeeey.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-116734829997987431</id><published>2006-12-28T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:41:24.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a great boxing dayy.. o.o;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh fcxking yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a great boxing day.&lt;br /&gt;So much for my first boxing day of my life. Well, it was my first boxing day last year but i didn't get the chance to shop since &lt;em&gt;i was sick&lt;/em&gt;. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a pair of chucks sooo bad. But my mom said she can't get me the pair because she can &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; buy stuff from the freakin Sears. Then my mood changed and decided not to shop anymore. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just sat there and i was cam whoring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/animeadikzer/waah-004.jpg?t=1173544839"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c381/animeadikzer/waah-004.jpg?t=1173544839" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoww.. I'm still pissed off with my mom. Today, she keeps on asking me to do things and then she'll just suddenly tell me that i don't do anything around the house. &gt;.&gt;; God, you won't imagine how messy my bed is. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's filled with these clothes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and undies and ahhh. I hate this. .___. I wish it's not my mom's vacation this week. I'm so glad she'll resume working next week. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to school now. -sniff.- It's sooo weird. I wanted this vacation so bad and now i wanna go to school. Haha. I'm just so bored here at home. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i freakin miss my friends&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And y'know what? I had a weird dream last night. ;_; I had a dream about Paolo working on a &lt;em&gt;Blue's Clues resto&lt;/em&gt;. =O! And he was the mascot! Lol. It seemed like he was &lt;strong&gt;my father&lt;/strong&gt; or something. I was following him around andd..&lt;br /&gt;He went to the washroom and i saw Rocky there too. D: It was sooo weird. He just walked past by me and said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;And wait, i was in the girls' washoroom and then &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw Rocky going inside too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! xD It was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;And then i waited for Paolo outside the washroom and then he was talking to this guy.. I don't know him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And then he just disappeared all of a sudden and then i found myself working in the resto. And i forgot the rest. xD Lol. It was funny. :3 But i was like, &lt;em&gt;'Wtf?&lt;/em&gt;' when i woke up this morning. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the carnival thing.. Philip asked Paolo who his partner was gonna be and he goes.. 'I don't know yet.' Philip was like, 'Joyce?' Then he went, &lt;em&gt;'Nooo. She's already taken by Bernard&lt;/em&gt;.' Lol, poor him. Does that mean he was going to ask me if i could be his partner? o.o; Wellll.. Who knows..? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-116734829997987431?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/116734829997987431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=116734829997987431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116734829997987431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116734829997987431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2006/12/such-great-boxing-dayy-oo.html' title='Such a great boxing dayy.. o.o;'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-116708867151927132</id><published>2006-12-25T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:17:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRiiSTMAS TO YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The son becomes the father, and the father becomes the son." -&lt;/em&gt; from Superman Returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesshie. It is &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; Christmas, huh?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since i had the &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;chicken pox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. And hey, i think i also mentioned this in my last entry, haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go watch &lt;b&gt;Disney on Ice&lt;/b&gt; today but i guess it's cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll watch it sometime on January or before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;Duddee, it's Mickey and Minnie &lt;u&gt;skating&lt;/u&gt; on ice! Imma take a lot of pictures when we go see it. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until &lt;u&gt;4 am&lt;/u&gt; last night. ;] It felt soooo good. xD We watched Superman Returns last night. It was a so-so. I didn't really like it. &lt;b&gt;I liked Eragon better&lt;/b&gt;. :DD I watched it with Kamille, Bernard and Michelle on Saturday. Bernard and Michelle didn't really like Eragon because they already read the book, but i haven't yet. So i guess that's why i liked Eragon. =x I'm so glad there wasn't any Eragon x Arya scene. Or to be accurate, &lt;em&gt;they didn't kiss&lt;/em&gt;. That would be so &lt;b&gt;cheesy.&lt;/b&gt; ;_;&lt;br /&gt;We helped Bernard look for a gift on Friday. It's so hard to help find a nice gift for his parents and his brother. He's damn &lt;em&gt;picky &lt;/em&gt;about gifts! .__. But he ended up buying the towels. xD I was taking pictures at Sears at that time. I took a stolen shot of Kamille and it turned out so cute. =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/1600/570473/yorkdale-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/320/188354/yorkdale-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go home alone, Bernard and Michelle went to Kamille's house after hangin out at Yorkdale. Bernard wanted me to come because he can't effin ride the bus home alone. &lt;b&gt;Coward kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My mom's gift for my dad is a 2GB iPod. My dad didn't want it, so we switched iPods instead. x] &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's so stupid man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! xD I have the 2GB right now. And well..&lt;b&gt;i totally can't use it&lt;/b&gt; right now. I'm having a problem with my iTunes. I had to delete all the songs i had in my itunes library so that my old iPod would be empty. When i do that, all the songs i transferred onto my new iPod would be removed too. It's like using a different iPod but listening to the same songs? I asked Bernard for help but i totally don't get what he's trying to say. Damn it. =/&lt;br /&gt;So much for a new iPod, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Merry christmas kids! :D &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/1600/27251/LAST-DAY-OF-SCHOOL-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/320/583462/LAST-DAY-OF-SCHOOL-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38324681-116708867151927132?l=xtehcopycat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/feeds/116708867151927132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38324681&amp;postID=116708867151927132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116708867151927132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38324681/posts/default/116708867151927132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xtehcopycat.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-chriistmas-to-you.html' title='MERRY CHRiiSTMAS TO YOU.'/><author><name>half-hearted fool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38324681.post-116674766955521512</id><published>2006-12-21T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:59:34.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooh lala ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And sooo.. like, this is my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; blogger ever, yo. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i was really inspired by my friend dje-dje. And i was also looking through Blogskins and i saw -poiised awesome skins. D: They're bloody gorgeous! :] &lt;a href="http://xthebackseatkiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xthebackseatkiss.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - GO AHEAD AND VISIT HER SITE, TO SEE TEH SHMEX. &lt;3&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALREADY?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dudee, it's been just like yesterday since the last christmas. O: Arrrgh, the time when i had the stoopid &lt;em&gt;chicken pox&lt;/em&gt;. I was SO annoyed at that time, i wasn't able to go to school and when i camre back on Januray i was all like, 'Wwhat fck is this place?' O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My myspace is &lt;strong&gt;DYING&lt;/strong&gt;. Haven't been there in forever. Imma open it tomorrow, the LAST day of school dude! Haha, it's gonna be &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;, i have SOME plans to carry out this christmas break. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Let's start out from the VERY beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7:35 am, exact time! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRENCH. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm doing the participation list this week. It's kinda annoying, i have to keep on giving points to people. And Gerald was like, &lt;em&gt;'Pssst! Give me 1 point, Joycey!'&lt;/em&gt; It is SO freakin funny when he calls me Joycey. Like it though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEOGRAPHY/RELIGION/&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;library?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We went to the library and we did nothing. &lt;em&gt;Could you believe that we were in the library for 40 minutes, learning about teh fuckxing ROBOTS?&lt;/em&gt; Oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO effin boring. &gt;.&gt; But funny though. :D Paolo was having a VERY hard time getting on the site. I told im that he might have copied the wrong site so Kamille gives her copy to him. And i don't know what happened next. =x Omfg, i can't believe it, Kamille's soo right! He doesn't know how to use the computer. And he types SOOOOOOOOOOOOO slow. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECESS.&lt;/strong&gt; Ew, it was soo nastyyyyy. Kamille saw ear wax on Bernard' ear. xD!! It makes me twitch when i think about it again. And Bernard was trying to chase us and poke us with his ear wax. Kinda used to it anyways, chaing each other is a hobby. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ART. &lt;/strong&gt;Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;We were doing origamis for art and i was confused as hell. We were doing the crib today and i got lost. Kamille was helping me so she got lost too. Good thing Philip helped Kamille with hers and then she helped me. But i got to fix mine anyway. It's just that the paper is now so soft and it's not as hard as it used to be so the crib looks...&lt;br /&gt;ODD. Yeaahh, i'll get a failing mark on this one. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSIC.&lt;/strong&gt; Boring as usual. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flutes always tend to mess their things up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just wanna shout at them and say, &lt;strong&gt;'COULD YOU PLEASE GET IT RIGHT, MAN?!' &lt;/strong&gt;Sophia did that once. ;) And so, speaking of Sophia, her mouth piece kept on falling and Mr. russo was looking EVILY at her. xD It's clear that he was pissed off by that. SOUND OF MUSIC is like, stuck in my head now. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONITORING/LUNCH RECESS. &lt;/strong&gt;The monkeys got into trouble. Their basketball got confiscated. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Serves them right. Haha. Mme. Brandolini was like, 'Grade 7s are not allowed to play basketball in their rooms.' and then Ariel goes, 'Yeaaah, we know that. [more of a &lt;em&gt;DUUUUH.&lt;/em&gt;] But they won't stop.' So she decided to take the basketball away and.. yeaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch recess was kinda boring. Did nothing but to watc Eric's group playing football. And Kamille and I were talking about the Carnivaalll..&lt;br /&gt;Man, that's 2 months away from now. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;And we have to choose a GUY partner.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. &lt;strong&gt;A GUY.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I'm with Bernard already. xD And she's having problems on choosing a partner.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce:Sooo.. who's your partner, huh? -pokes.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamille:Arrrgh, i don't knowww.. Maybe Felipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce:Felipe whoo..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamille:Crespo, dummy! I'm not choosing Philip ever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce:Oh, mmkay.. [inner me: i actually like Philip better for ya.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamille:At least Felipe's the best for me since he's with me every music class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if she's still chooing Felipe though. ;_; but he's already chosen, Sophia said. xD Haha, poor her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATH.&lt;/strong&gt; Shiiit, Mr. Saulle's still bot done with our Math tesstts.. Dammit, it's almost a week now! ;_; And we weren't even listening to his lessons today. We were fixing my crib during that time sooo. yeah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCIENCE.&lt;/strong&gt; SO BORING. Ew, we actually did nothing but take up some questions. The most boring class today, i'd have to say. I was so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECESS.&lt;/strong&gt; I did my Reading homework. ;) Haha, i didn't do it last night. PROCRASTINATEis teh word for that one. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH. &lt;/strong&gt;I got away this time. xD Mrs. Simone decided &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; to take up the questions anymore, since most of didn't do the Freak the Mighty questions. ;] SO lucky. But we have to finish up the 92 questions over the holidays. Wowwwwwww.. Nice one, Mrs. Simone.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo made me this tiny version of the crib. :D [the one with our art.] It's so ADORABLE! xD Here's a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/1600/391379/Paolo"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8110/2966/320/852845/Paolo%27s%20origami.%20%3B%5D.jpg" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Michelle and Paolo were talking about lollipops and me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce is taking out her lollipop to eat it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle:You're still obsessed with lollipops?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce:-nodding.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paolo:Yeah! She is, it makes her hyper all the time. -chuckles.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce:-turns to her back and talks to a random person.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle:-taps my shoulder.- Joyce, is that why you laugh all the time? Paolo asked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce:Nooo, i'm not laughing all the time. -bell rings.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;I took my baritone home today. And once again. i was suffering from it this afternoon. Whew, gotta practice during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY OF SCHOOL TOMORROW. 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