<?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-19142728</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:46:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts And Skulls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3388672748373934829</id><published>2008-05-23T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:13:20.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Be Dreaming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH.MY.GULAY.&lt;/span&gt; If you aren't a serious photographer or an addicted camera collector, please please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AWAY NOW&lt;/span&gt;, for you will never ever know the excitement I feel right now! (And you might think I'm such a crazy girl, which I am, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.topakgirl.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDaFxwoKCrIAACfNEEs1/ZYFRONT-MD.JPG?et=tKaeCz3ciQ%2CnZ1EoTX6SjA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sigma DP1&lt;/span&gt;. Looks like any other camera, right? But it is SOOOOOOO NOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;It's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a huge DSLR crammed into one itty-bitty compact body&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; OHMYG*#(@&amp;amp;#$&amp;amp;^$*!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I never thought it would actually exist!!! I am sooo shocked!!! O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.topakgirl.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDaGiQoKCrIAADi5Uhc1/ZYBACK-MD.JPG?et=7sLlrstR7OQ3inqFmf4kZQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWOWEEWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been researching about it a lot, and I found out that it's still not as AMAZING as it sounds like. There are a few flaws (like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100-800&lt;/span&gt; ONLY!? I'm gonna cry!), but I know that this such a HUGE step for the camera industry. I really really hope that Canon or Nikon would also do the same, with enhanced features and all (Since I'm a Canon girl and would-be-maybe? Nikonian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.topakgirl.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDaH0QoKCrIAAE5KsFI1/ZURACCESSORIES.JPG?et=dlZ2xUyG7Py9vyaEt81kDA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: Am I gonna save up/buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/span&gt; Hell naw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the first of its kind, so I'm gonna have to wait for other models to come out (preferably from Canon or Nikon), I HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanna post this because I'm a crazy camera girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO, I still haven't bought a lomo, but I told my mom about it, and she was about to scold me again, until she saw the loooooooooooooow prices. So maybe, we're gonna go to our *SECRET* place (where the stores offer incredibly LOW prices) and buy one... or two (I wish!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3388672748373934829?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3388672748373934829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3388672748373934829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3388672748373934829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3388672748373934829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-must-be-dreaming.html' title='I Must Be Dreaming!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6099291900300817647</id><published>2008-05-17T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:30:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, so far, my best birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all my girlfriends together (Ghe, Jenn, Jan, Josie and Jenny), and it became so much fun because we had a ton of food in the house! Tapos we instantly went to "chikahan" mode. We caught up with each other, and exchanged thoughts about college and whatnot. It was very nice to see all of them after a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, Jan called up their driver to fetch us from my house. We went to RP, and endlessly walked until our feet hurt. We were supposed to watch a movie, too, but Josie didn't want to do that. So we just went from store to store, and almost always bought nothing. There was a big sale, yes, but the prices were still very expensive. 600 - 1000 pesos for a simple looking shirt?! Heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I bought one shirt each for my shobe and my niece. They had these really cool graphics on them, and plus, they were sooo cheap! Tapos I got my mom a green blouse and three sparkly bangles as my Mother's Day gift to her. I wasn't able to buy her a present because of THE incident (you-know-what), so I tried really hard to find one that would suit her taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos we went to Powerbooks. And yes, I finally got NEW MOON!!! Jenn and Jan got Twilight for each of them, tapos Jan was supposed to buy New Moon. Then I asked the counter lady kung may extra stock pa sila. She said wala na daw. Ang natira na lang daw is yung nasa display window and another one na dapat daw reserved pero the client cancelled it. WHOA. Sikat talaga ang Twilight series! I never expected it to be THIS big in the Philippines! Grabe talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tapos sabi na lang ni Jan na ako muna bumili kasi 'di pa naman daw niya nababasa yung 1st book. So thank you, Jan!!! =D Geraldine also bought the other copy because we've both finished Twilight. Yay! Now we've converted Jenn and Jan into Twilighters! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, oo nga pala! I finally found Panic at the Disco's "Pretty.Odd."!!!! I got it full price, though. Aww... Pero it was worth it naman kasi I really wanted to listen to their new sound. Hindi nga muna ako nag-download ng songs kasi I didn't want to spoil my soundtrip when I get the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, GIFTS! Ghe gave me an awesomely cute stuffed bear, Josie gave me stationery, a card, a letter and a nice little crosstitch with my nickname "ELA" on it. I'm planning to use it on my college ID. Jenny gave me a cellphone pouch and a really cool skull keychain, which my shobe absolutely adores! Hehe. Clarisa stopped by my house and gave me a card and a bracelet, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a pleasant day. Compared to my past birthdays, this one had more of a "celebratory" feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to my awesomely awesome friends for making this year's birthday an unforgettable one! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6099291900300817647?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6099291900300817647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6099291900300817647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6099291900300817647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6099291900300817647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-post.html' title='Birthday Post'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5774291218880649019</id><published>2008-05-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:21:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>160th Post: Reaction. Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;READ THIS ALL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, alam kong gusto niyong malaman kung ano na ang lagay ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sa totoo lang, medyo okay na ako. Big improvement kahapon kasi di na ako umiyak. Parang ang bilis lang lumipas ang araw. Feeling ko matagal na nangyari yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just keeping a positive attitude now, so I can concentrate on my birthday celebration and, of course, college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na ang enrollment ko, so I have to get my act together, and not break down again. Sana ma-block na talaga yung nangyari sa isip ko. I just wanna forget the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sa mga friends ko na nag-offer ng support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isa&lt;/span&gt; naman dyan na ang reaction lang ay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ah grabe ah"&lt;/span&gt;, sana makonsensya ka. Kung ikaw, cellphone lang ang nakuha noon at umiyak ka pa habang Periodical Test at muntk ka nang bumagsak, paano pa kaya ako!? Kala mo ba mas OK sakin yun? Di ako mayaman. Di lang piso piso ang nakuha sakin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANA MAG-ISIP KA. &lt;/span&gt;Ikaw pa naman ang "friend" ko na pinakamatagal ko nang kasama. O yan, alam na ng lahat kung sino ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos meron pang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isa&lt;/span&gt; dito na chismosa. Ayoko na magsalita tungkol dito sa tao na 'to. I'm just wasting my energy on her. Basta you know who you are, and you know what you did. Buti na lang may nag-inform sakin. Thanks, J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm. Ano pa ba? Ahh, thank you nga pala kina &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERALDINE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARNOLD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENNY CHUA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOSIE&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TITA NINI &lt;/span&gt;for your support and for your comfort. I really really really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas importante naman ang skills kesa camera diba, Arn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch out na lang kayo next year (or maybe this year?) for my HIGH QUALITY pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, how am I coping at the moment? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May Plan B ako syempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my dad's two old cellphones (one Sun, one Globe). PM me for my numbers if you want. Tapos we're gonna repair my old point-and-shoot digital camera. Tapos pag sobrang mahal ang pagpaayos, edi we're gonna buy na lang para mas makakatipid pa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm planning to buy a LOMO cam nga eh. I'll explore the photography world hanggang sa makahanap ako ng style na bagay sa aking taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, diba, happy ending pa rin? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5774291218880649019?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5774291218880649019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5774291218880649019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5774291218880649019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5774291218880649019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/160th-post-reaction-late.html' title='160th Post: Reaction. Late.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3169505503823495641</id><published>2008-05-11T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:52:10.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang magawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;150 Things That Indicate You're A Harry Potter Addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  1. You tell your parents that a flying car took you all the way to the Burrow, and that's where you were all night, trying to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You sneak a peek at the back of your least favorite teacher's head. When they ask what you're doing, you reply "Just checking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You've memorized Hedwig's theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can look at a photo from the film and say the exact line from when it was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You try to knit red and green socks, one with a pattern of Snitches and one with a pattern of broomsticks, but give up and try to do it magically, thus achieving nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You light a fire every night, just in case the Weasley's are using some Floo Powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You understand why it's called "Floo Powder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You fail an eye exam on purpose, just so that you can get round glasses like Harry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You pull on your nose to lengthen it and draw on freckles to look like Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You're always teasing your hair to make it bushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You constantly go over speculations about the next books with your friends, even if your friends tell you to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You start looking into how to get reserved seats and tickets for the next six films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You refuse to go and see "Lord of the Rings" on the opening weekend for fear that you may help it overtake Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You rush towards the television when you hear Hedwig's Theme and sit there, amazed, until the commercial ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You don't know how to spell Sirius the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You make a cup of tea whenever you or someone else is upset,&lt;br /&gt;just because it's what Mrs. Weasley would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You want to study to keep the Hermione spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You believe that all Lord of the Rings fans should be put in Slytherin (or, better yet, Azkaban).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You cried when your 11th birthday passed and you weren't notified about Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You hiss at random people, insisting that you accidentally spoke Parseltongue to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You ask the mailman how to send a Howler to Bin Laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You rename your dog Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You think it would be funny if Sirius's middle name was Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You act out scenes from the Harry Potter film at lunch break - just because you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You spend hours pointing at a feather mumbling "Wingardium Leviosa" and when it doesn't fly, insist that you were pronouncing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You try to justify Harry Potter to your friends by talking about its deep sub-contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You take a pen and scratch "Nimbus 2000" in your broom at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You scream "Peeves! I'll have you!" when the hot water in the shower runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You go to King's Cross Station and run at Platform 9 ¾…you smack yourself silly but just shake it off, insisting to passerby's that Dobby rigged it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You see a large black dog and think either: A) "OH NO! I'M DEAD!" or cool.gif "Hey there, Sirius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You hear someone talking down about Harry Potter and beat him or her in the head with your Goblet of Fire book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You check the sky often, just in case the Weasley twins are flying their car or someone's playing Quidditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You pick up your toothbrush and mutter "Lumos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You ask strangers on the street if they've read the books. If they haven't, you label them Death Eaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You buy a snowy owl and attempt to send letters with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. You celebrate your birthday on July 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You constantly (without meaning to) call your teachers "Professor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You believe that JK wrote the books based on her own experience, and that she is really Hermione, and that this is all a plot by Dumbledore to break the news to us Muggles gently that there is magic for real and to get us involved in the fight against Voldemort since he's still out there in Albania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You go into spasms if someone says "Voldemort" and correct them by saying "You-Know-Who".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You write with a quill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You buy a box of lightening bolt stickers and wear one on your forehead every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. You carry around parchment and a pen in case Hedwig should turn up. &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. You start dating a man called "Potter" so you can marry him and name your son "Harry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You dress up as the Pizza Delivery to get onto the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You run around the cinema (when it's sold out) and scream "NO TICKETS, NO PEACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You run around the house or yard on a broomstick screaming "SNITCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You constantly read the books cover to cover, stopping only to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You take a sticker off a box of clementines and stick it to your broom because it says "Nimbus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You walk into a computer/electronics store and have a heated argument with the manager because everything says HP (for&lt;br /&gt;Hewlett-Packard) when it is clear that Muggle electronics don't work in the other world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You walk around predicting random people's death in a misty voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You call your enemies by their last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. You start answering your parents with "Yes, Aunt Petunia" and "Yes, Uncle Vernon" when they tell you to clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. You insist that your parents make you sleep in a cupboard and treat you terribly because you say it teaches you moral strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You wear a pointed black hat because they're "All the rage at Hogwarts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You refuse to speak in anything but lines from the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. You immediately add those who haven't read the books onto your hit list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You steal your mum's broomstick and try to fly off the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. You wonder if Santa was actually Hagrid when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You buy yourself lots of boring books and memorize them so that you can impress Hermione if you should ever meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. You're convinced that your Science teacher is a Death Eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. You've learned the whole time travel theory just so that you can work out the complications to Hermione's time-turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. You cried at the end of the books (or at any part in the book at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. You change your name and start randomly riding red trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. You scream and run around like a headless chicken when you hear the word "Voldemort".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. You try your hand at Parseltongue at the zoo and "accidentally" set a massive snake free, so that it looks like you&lt;br /&gt;did it by magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. You see an owl perching on a tree and rush towards it, hoping for a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You go to the department store and ask for the newest broomstick model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. You dig through the refrigerator and beg your mum to get you more pumpkin juice and chocolate frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. You go to the Home Depot and look for a bathtub like the one for prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. You go to the bathroom, look in the mirror and burst out, shrieking "WOW! I SAW MYSELF IN A CORVETTE HOLDING £2,000,000 IN CASH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. You sit in front of the TV all day, flipping around mindlessly until a Harry Potter commercial comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Even though you're older than 11 and it's past September, you hope and pray that your Hogwarts letter will come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Every year, no matter what, you dress as a Harry Potter character for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. You make sure that every night before you go to bed you find Sirius, the dog star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. More than one thing on this list applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. You swear you saw a dementor late one autumn night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Owls appear to you regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. The only dreams you ever have anymore are related to Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. You wonder what the character's favourite colors are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. You celebrate the character's birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. You confuse your birthday with one of the character's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. You wrote this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. You have a Harry Potter T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. You own the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. You've memorized what happens in each chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Random people come up to you and compliment you on your good taste in books since you've always got one with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. You've seen the movie more than three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. You're confused because Bulgaria is a country south of England, and it is supposedly suppose to be cold there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. You checked out a book on Divination and the Salem Witch trials from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. You did a scrapbook entry on something Harry Potter related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. You bounce a white ferret and laugh your head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Green traffic lights freak you out, especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. People have suggested therapy for your obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. You spend hours looking for clues as to what will happen in the next book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. You've read the "101 Things Snape Will Not Do In Book Five" list and can, somehow, picture him doing the macharina! (This list does not exist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. You start spelling everything the British way (i.e. "mum", "favourite", "labour"&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/wink.gif" alt="" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. You have a HP-related nickname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. You tell everyone you're afraid of spiders, even if you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. The only website you get on is Newsround, either because of the awesome Harry Potter message board where Rupert and Emma post sometimes, or because Newsround is who discovered Rupert (or both!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Hedwig's Theme gets you really pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. You've researched the meanings of all the names (people with the name Harry are prone to head pains!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. You unintentionally speak in a British accent at odd moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Your day is unfulfilled without doing something HP-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. You're considering naming your children a name from HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. You know whom Kevin the Teenager is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. You kiss Dan or Rupert's poster before bed (or, if you're a boy, Emma's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. When you feel blue, you swear it's because there's a dementor lurking nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. You check online everyday to see if anyone has new Goblet of Fire pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. You've tried to find the episode of "Kids Say the Darndest Things" that Emma was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. When waiting for the film to start, you have the book in your hand to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. At the cinema, you address 20 envelopes to "the People in the Row in Front of me at the Cinema" and throw them in to the air at the appropriate moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. You boo every time Snape comes on and the chuckle knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. You clap when Harry gets the snitch, even if you're the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. You raise your hand the same time as Emma does in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. You put an egg in your fire and say, "Sh…it's a dragon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. You dress up as Harry, Ron, or Hermione and push through crowds shouting, "Let me through, don't you know who I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Thin boys with dark hair and glasses catch your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Everyone reminds you of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. When bored in class, you scan the room and see what kids could be the book characters (i.e., the blonde boy in the back of the class could be Malfoy, the pretty Asian girl could be Cho, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. You try to order raw liver from behind a thick scarf to see the reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. You dress as Harry and go to the ice cream parlor and demand to know why you aren't given free sundaes every half-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. You have one or more of the books in every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. You construct a scale reproduction of Hogwarts with toothpicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. You put your coat over your head and think you're invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. When Harry gets his wand, shout out "Gosh that's just like mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Shout out in the cinema, "HAGRID'S WEARING PLATFORMS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. You spent 3 hours trying to figure out how to find the deleted scenes on the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. You also spent 3 hours watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. And 3 hours memorizing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. And 3 hours calling all your other HP fans to quote them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. You bought a DVD player just so that you could watch all 7 deleted scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. You freak out if people mix up a Hungarian Horntail and a Norwegian Ridgeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. You've written at least 10 fan fiction stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. You play the Switchblade Kittens' song "Ode to Harry&lt;br /&gt;Potter" constantly and feel really sorry for Ginny the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. If you hear an owl, you search and search for it, shouting "HEDWIG! ARE YOU LOST? PIGWIDGEON! ERROL! WHERE ARE YOU???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. You rewrite parts of the books from other character's viewpoints, i.e. Ron or Hermione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. You get into heated debates with owners of HP websites over how accurate their information is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. You own a HP website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. You get on tons of websites all the time to update your story-at least once every ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. You have access to this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. You hang a picture of a fat lady on your door and make people&lt;br /&gt;say "Pig Snout" or "Fairy Lights" before they're allowed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. You daydream about kissing Ron or Harry (or, if you're a boy, Hermione).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. You made a chart of rumors most likely to be true, backing them up with both HP and scientific facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. You can recite the cast of the movie or the characters from the books off by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. You buy a blue diary; cover it in eraser pen so when you try&lt;br /&gt;and write in it in ink, the ink disappears (like Tom Riddle's diary)&lt;br /&gt;then you wonder why it doesn't write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. You whisper to every black dog you see, "Be careful of the&lt;br /&gt;dementors, Sirius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. You examine perfectly ordinary things like the television and say, 'the things these Muggles dream up,' or 'ah, so these run off eckeltricity!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. You try and faint in the middle of Math because you think your Math teacher is some form of dementor and you want to hear Lily and James Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. You refer to your school hall as, 'the great hall' and manage to relate your 'Muggle' school lessons to Hogwarts lessons. For example, Math becomes Arithmancy; Chemistry is potions, etc. You confirm this by hurrying down the school corridors saying at the top of your voice, 'Come on, we're going to be late for Potions!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. You apologize for not doing your homework by saying 'the shops&lt;br /&gt;didn't sell parchment'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3169505503823495641?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3169505503823495641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3169505503823495641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3169505503823495641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3169505503823495641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/walang-magawa.html' title='walang magawa'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6878241366229891368</id><published>2008-05-11T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:33:13.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Better Get Over This.</title><content type='html'>This may be the worst day of my life, but I hope I'll get over this somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6878241366229891368?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6878241366229891368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6878241366229891368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6878241366229891368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6878241366229891368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-better-get-over-this.html' title='I Better Get Over This.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6660462604472767123</id><published>2008-05-11T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:31:27.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day of My Life.</title><content type='html'>I'm so furious today. Kasi ba naman nanakawan ako ng CELLPHONE, MP3, 1000+ PESOS and MY CANON DSLR CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwisit na bwisit talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ganito ang nangyari: My family, my tita and her friend went out to eat at Diosdado Macapagal. Yung maraming paluto restaurants. E kasi Mother's Day diba? Tapos we went to this resto na mukhang desente naman. Mind you, wala silang security guard. Pero we thought it would be safe kasi yung mga friends ng mama ko lagi na sila doon kumakain and wala namang nawala sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the resto, dalawa lang yung table na may customers. Ours and another family nearby. So syempre, sino ba namang magnanakaw ang basta-basta na lang papasok dun, e kokonti lang ang tao atsaka mahahalata siya kaagad? So we never thought na dangerous dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 people kami tapos dun sa isang table mga 6 or 7 ata. Basta big family din. Tapos while we were waiting for the food, sabi sakin ni Papa na isabit ko daw yung bag ko sa corner ng sandalan ng chair ng katabi ko. Edi ginawa ko naman. Kasi wala namang taong nasa likod ko nun tapos kitchen and bathroom na sa likod namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos after a few minutes, nagkwe-kwentuhan kami. May nakita akong lalaki na nakaupo dun sa table sa likod namin. Naka-polo siya na pink at parang naka-uniform na manager. Nakita din pala siya ng pinsan ko at shobe ko, at kala namin supervisor siya or something like that. Basta nakaupo lang siya at nanunuod ng TV na nasa likod din namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't mind him that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed na nawala na yung bag ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwisit.. Nung una kala ko nilipat lang ng shobe ko yung bag ko pero nung di ko na talaga nakita... Na-shock talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel anything at first. Nawala na yung guy. I didn't even notice him leave the resto. Nakakainis talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagwala talaga ako sa pesteng restaurant na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sabi ng mama ko na may waiter na nakatambay lang daw malapit samin, at di niya ineentertain yung lalaki na yun. Kaya sabi namin INSIDE JOB yun. Magkasapakat silang dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwisit yung buong restaurant staff. Katwiran sila ng katwiran!!!! Sabi daw nila "busy" daw sila kaya di nila napansin! Bullshit! Pano sila naging busy, e dadalawa lang naman ang customers!?!?!?! GAGO silang lahat!!!!!!!!!!! Tapos dumating yung isang officer ng area na yun tapos ininterroate kami. Tinuro kaagad ni Mama yung waiter na kasapakat. Tapos alam niyo ba, walang reaksyon yung bobong peste na yon!??! Di man lang siya nag-deny, or nashock or anu man. Wala siyang reaksyon!!!! HELLO!? Inaaccuse na namin siya tapos wala man lang siya sinasabi!? Ano yun, natatakot siyang magsalita at baka mahuli siya!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi daw niya nakatalikod daw siya at di niya nakita. GAGO siraulong drug adik!!!! Kitang-kita siya ni Mama na nakaharap din sa TV, edi syempre DUH!!? Makikita niya yung magnanakaw!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaasar talaga. Di na ako nakakain ng lunch sa sobrang galit!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peste't gago't gaga talaga sila!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaasar first time ko lang manakawan ng gamit tapos ALL-IN-ONE pa!!!!!!!! Lahat lahat ng iniingatan kong gamit nakuha ng GAGONG MAGNANAKAW NA YON!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Let me just clarify this. Why did I bring those things? E kasi syempre kelangan ko yung cellphone ko. Tapos yung camera ginamit ko this morning kasi bago kami pumunta dun sa resto, pumunta kami sa Paranaque kasi may binisita kami. Tapos yung mp3 ko dinala ng pamangkin ko, tapos pinalagay lang niya sa bag ko. Yung pera naman ipapambili ko yun dapat sa regalo na ibibigay ko sana sa Mama ko. BWISIT talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong energy para gumawa pa ng ibang bagay. Sobrang umiyak talaga ako, dahil di ko na alam kung anong gagawin ko. Sana MAMATAY YUNG MAGNANAKAW AT MAHULOG SIYA SA IMPYERNO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pati na rin yang kasapakat na waiter na yan!!!!!!! Mamatay na din siya! Mukha siyang drug adik at tama lang sa kanyang mawala na sa mundo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gago. Putek talaga. Wala na akong masabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6660462604472767123?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6660462604472767123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6660462604472767123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6660462604472767123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6660462604472767123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Worst Day of My Life.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8725403845996085983</id><published>2008-05-09T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:25:47.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirlyness</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLY FAN OBSESSION&lt;/span&gt; has started once again! And this time, the victim is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAHRENHEIT&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The members in order, according to my level of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADDICTION&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JIRO WANG&lt;/span&gt; (the hot/funny one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=g38tq0.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/g38tq0.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fd34eb35a48d8a589eddc2f5e8940032.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/fd34eb35a48d8a589eddc2f5e8940032.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoon* Up next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARRON YAN&lt;/span&gt; (the cute/dreamy one; i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; his smile and his eyes =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The pictures above DO NOT do him justice AT ALL! He's so much cuter than that. Sigh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WU CHUN&lt;/span&gt; (the quiet/mysterious one; the most popular among them all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small10.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I only got few pictures of him because I think almost everyone knows him by now, what with the success of Hana Kimi and Romantic Princess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CALVIN CHEN&lt;/span&gt; (the nice/appealing one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/?action=view&amp;amp;current=small12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/small12.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He's not really my favorite, and I got tired of uploading pictures, so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are the Fei Lun Hai boys! Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8725403845996085983?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8725403845996085983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=8725403845996085983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8725403845996085983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8725403845996085983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/fangirlyness.html' title='Fangirlyness'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6622473500105424324</id><published>2008-05-06T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:51:55.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE TWILIGHT TEASER IS HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRREEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BREATHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ALL TOO GOOD TO BE TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stops to breathe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INHALE.... EXHALE.... INHALE...... *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBvOhfL4mYw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6622473500105424324?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6622473500105424324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6622473500105424324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6622473500105424324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6622473500105424324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/twilight-teaser-is-heeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrr.html' title='Heart ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3556037991212593495</id><published>2008-05-04T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:13:33.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Lists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;WOW. KINAREER KO TALAGA 'TO AH! HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been tagged by Sophia Tan (in Multiply) and Mike (from Blogger).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 10 people to get tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;10 Random Facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1.  Whenever I get a sore thro&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at and/or a cold, I really REALLY get into it. Like, for example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMA:&lt;/span&gt;  Jessica,  maghugas ka na ng plato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; E sinisipon ako eh!!!! *sneezes loudly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMA:&lt;/span&gt; Ano naman ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; *groans*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate fakes.&lt;/span&gt; As in fake people. I don't like it when they copy my style because for me, one's own style or trademark is a MAJOR part of one's individuality and personality. And I'm all for being unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I heart Gaspard Ulliel.&lt;/span&gt; He's my husband, and the rest of the pretty boys are just my boyfriends. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still a kid.&lt;/span&gt; My mom always says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na mula nung bata pa ako hanggang ngayon, parang walang nagbago sakin&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's true. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasaway&lt;/span&gt; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have a thing for random knick-knacks.&lt;/span&gt; When I was in China, I spent almost all my money on keychains, hairclips and other quirky stuff I spotted. I didn't know what to do with them at first, but I decided to just think of them as part of my growing collection of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crap That I Actually Like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I easily get dizzy.&lt;/span&gt; And carsick. Almost every time we go out using a car, I often sit at the driver's side, so I could just stare on ahead through the big glass window and never get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biyahilo&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even weird stuff get me dizzy&lt;/span&gt;. When we celebrated my grandma's birthday (in China), they had this crazy musical candle that NEVER ever stopped playing "Happy Birthday to You" in a nails-on-a-chalkboard-kind-of-shrilly tone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It got me INSAAANE&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I just wanted to murder that musical candle. I mean really kill it with a knife and cut out the wires and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a huge collection of notebooks&lt;/span&gt;. My tita's from all over the world always send me these really awesome notebooks that cannot be found in the Philippines. The stuff from my tita in Belgium are the best! They're always cute and pretty and just plain "unwriteable". Why? Because they're so awesome I can't write on them. So now I have a huge mountain of blank notebooks in storage or on display. How sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random lines always get my attention&lt;/span&gt;. What I'm referring to are quotes, movie lines, lyrics, taglines from an ad, or even something painted on a jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to live in France sooo BADLY.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not saying this to copy other people. I really DO want to live there. At least a year. Emphasize on "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/span&gt;", please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;10. One random fact about me is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm random&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PEOPLE I'VE TAGGED: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE.&lt;/span&gt; Kasi almost all my contacts are already tagged and I'm too lazy to post on their guestbooks. LOL. Hey, kinareer ko naman 'to, diba? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3556037991212593495?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3556037991212593495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3556037991212593495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3556037991212593495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3556037991212593495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-3-lists.html' title='I &lt;3 Lists.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2722158630053984071</id><published>2008-04-28T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:48:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back from CHINA!</title><content type='html'>I am definitely back! After a long hiatus (3 weeks *gasp!*), I am ready, sooo ready, to go back to my normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up pictures in a while to tell stories more easily so you guys could understand. This is all I could type for now because I'm SO preoccupied with my upcoming 17th birthday this May 16! I'm planning on inviting all my closest friends, and umm... I still dunno if I'll celebrate outside the house or otherwise. Most likely it will be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So umm, yeah, I bought a lot of things in China, by the way. A huge sack of them, actually. Geez, I'm so busted for being a shopaholic maniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll come back later and post more interesting stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2722158630053984071?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2722158630053984071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2722158630053984071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2722158630053984071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2722158630053984071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back-from-china.html' title='I&apos;m Back from CHINA!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2358035504599453361</id><published>2008-04-05T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:15:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce and Jay-Z are Married?!</title><content type='html'>Click the&lt;a href="http://popsugar.com/1527609?page=0#comment-3055920"&gt; link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! I never expected this... Well, actually, I kind of did, but I it really really took me by surprise! Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2358035504599453361?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2358035504599453361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2358035504599453361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2358035504599453361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2358035504599453361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/beyonce-and-jay-z-are-married.html' title='Beyonce and Jay-Z are Married?!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1423923254558964559</id><published>2008-04-05T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:14:46.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-Ball Photos!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been like a week already, and I still haven't shown you my S-Ball pictures! Well, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8WuZRdI/AAAAAAAAALk/TfeD5_pFtxU/s1600-h/1_549226420l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8WuZRdI/AAAAAAAAALk/TfeD5_pFtxU/s320/1_549226420l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185614532832740818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me in the blue dress with my long-time friend, Krystel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8muZReI/AAAAAAAAALs/v1akLy523-E/s1600-h/1_111917036l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8muZReI/AAAAAAAAALs/v1akLy523-E/s320/1_111917036l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185614537127708130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Krystel and Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8muZRfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-vg7Dmc7E7w/s1600-h/1_171665746l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8muZRfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-vg7Dmc7E7w/s320/1_171665746l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185614537127708146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Jennifer, Krystel and Rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA82uZRgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Krgobec7rng/s1600-h/1_124056962l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA82uZRgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Krgobec7rng/s320/1_124056962l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185614541422675458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top: Jeffrey and Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;Bottom from Left: Janelle, Jen, Krystel, me and Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA82uZRhI/AAAAAAAAAME/RZgn3jolfr0/s1600-h/1_360714897l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA82uZRhI/AAAAAAAAAME/RZgn3jolfr0/s320/1_360714897l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185614541422675474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lester (my corny and hilarious ka-text/friend) w/ Jen, Krystel and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cCK2uZRiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WSxQIy4bouA/s1600-h/1_791628680l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cCK2uZRiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WSxQIy4bouA/s320/1_791628680l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185615881452471842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the entrance thingy. My mom got a few balloons as our souvenir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos courtesy of my friends, Geraldine (or Ghe) and Krystel. I didn't bring my camera that night because, duh, it was too heavy for me to carry (It's a DSLR, if you don't know). For once, though, I'm not the photographer in an event of ours. It was usually me who takes my classmates' pictures non-stop, so it was nice not to worry about NOT being in the picture. Haha. Thanks again, girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1423923254558964559?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1423923254558964559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=1423923254558964559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1423923254558964559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1423923254558964559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-ball-photos.html' title='S-Ball Photos!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_cA8WuZRdI/AAAAAAAAALk/TfeD5_pFtxU/s72-c/1_549226420l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3337076270078252319</id><published>2008-04-05T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:29:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the day of our departure, and I cannot wait to visit China for three WHOLE weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the list of things I'm planning to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take lots and lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shop for things I can't find here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn more about my dad's hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Contact my friends... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Visit a lot of historic sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be more physically active. LOL. I need exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Look for interesting things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I can't think of anything else. Basically, the two keywords here are: Exploration and Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I submitted my blog to the Candy Teen Blog Awards 2008! I am so excited for that! If you wanna vote for me (please!), then click on this &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/blogchain/blog/crappity-crap"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3337076270078252319?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3337076270078252319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3337076270078252319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3337076270078252319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3337076270078252319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-wait.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4874589554032487253</id><published>2008-04-02T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:19:47.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snap and tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_Mk9muZRcI/AAAAAAAAALc/5NCn5PMzOdE/s1600-h/IMG_1481_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_Mk9muZRcI/AAAAAAAAALc/5NCn5PMzOdE/s320/IMG_1481_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184528236819334594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Yep. That's my Canon EOS 400D. I'm such a show-off, no?&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/19142728-4874589554032487253?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4874589554032487253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=4874589554032487253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4874589554032487253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4874589554032487253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/snap-and-tell.html' title='snap and tell.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R_Mk9muZRcI/AAAAAAAAALc/5NCn5PMzOdE/s72-c/IMG_1481_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5479976834448382733</id><published>2008-04-02T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:01:52.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy.</title><content type='html'>Wow. For the first time ever, I am absolutely sure that this summer is gonna be busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 6, the whole family will fly to China and stay there for like 3 weeks. Major WHOAAA. My parents told me that I might also take up art classes there, too. Hmm. I'm not sure if that's gonna really happen, but if it will, then I'm gonna get super huge props for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, by the way, my mom and I just went to UST yesterday for the submission of requirements. I'm gonna be in section 1-1, I think. Haha. First batch! LOLZ. And so far so good. I found really cute guys in my section, too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was supposed to enroll on April 24, but we'll still be in China that time, so my mom talked to the dean's rep whatever, and so the date moved to May 15, the day before my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm soooo planning on a party for my 17th bday. I'm gonna invite all my friends FOR THE FIRST FREAKIN' TIME EVER!!! So yeah. Gifts, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I just quit Multiply. Why? Because there was this loser girl who practically copies my style. Like, every single trademark of mine. It's awful, I know, but I couldn't get rid of her. Ugh. So I just quit using Multiply. I'm not being a coward or anything. It's good timing actually because now I can focus on my photography dreams. I really wanna plan a photo shoot with real models, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... What else can I say? That's all I can think of right now. See ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5479976834448382733?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5479976834448382733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5479976834448382733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5479976834448382733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5479976834448382733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3481361953510573318</id><published>2008-03-30T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:50:04.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a lifetime, indeed.</title><content type='html'>Hay. Grabe, what a night! Our Seniors' Ball was soooo much fun! Well, at least the latter part of the program was. LOL. The night started out "tame" and a bit forgettable, I should say, but then, it turned out to be so freakin' wild, and everybody was like, "Oh crap, this is so embarrassing, but I'll dance like a maniac anyway because this is, like, hello!? Once in a lifetime!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unofficial first dance was with my friend, Jennifer, but then, just after a few seconds of, I dunno, stepping to the right and stepping to the left (I didn't think we were really kinda dancing), Lester butt in and stole my "dance" partner away from me. I tried to steal her again, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEN:&lt;/span&gt; Teka, kayo na lang kaya ang sumayaw, 'no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESTER:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESTER:&lt;/span&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my OFFICIAL first dance was with him. You can't have a "first dance" with someone from your own gender, hello!? Oh well, at least that's what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, things were going so well. Geraldine (or Ghe), Jen and I went over to make "siksik" with Arnold's dance group whatever. They formed a big circle and were like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILD CHILD #1:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, boys and girls, let's see who can kill all these bitches with his/her crazy dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILD CHILD #2:&lt;/span&gt; OoooOOoOoOoOhHhhhH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Wild Child #3 steps into the center of the circle and goes bazonkers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILD CHILD #whatever:&lt;/span&gt; WOOOHOOO!!!!!!!!! Yeah, babeeeeyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm... Exaggerate much? Who cares? It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, I also had kilig moments last night (and no, it wasn't Lester, you sneaky gossipy kids out there). Let's just say it was really special and really really hard to take out of my mind right now. Aww... XD Basta it really completed my night. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny incident was when they were introducing the game of the night. Something about marshmallows, I think? Contestants were involuntarily chosen. MEANING: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bunutan&lt;/span&gt;. GAaaAH! I hate the word. So the three of us (me, Jen and Krystel) agreed to sneak outside and into the comfort room to, what else? HIDE. But then, the emcee was calling out the names of the participants, and we were like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Oh My GollyGoshGawd!!! What are we gonna do NOW?! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRYSTEL:&lt;/span&gt; Let's wait first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMCEE:&lt;/span&gt; Jennifer Wuuuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KRYSTEL:&lt;/span&gt; Hah!! (points at Jen) You got PICKED!! Mwahahahahaha! &gt;:-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEN:&lt;/span&gt; *faints* T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. Good thing there was only one game that night. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I gotta give props to the organizers, especially Marla and Edardo (our Prom Queen and Prom King, respectively), for throwing the best Seniors' Ball EVEEERR. Yeah, I know we only have one S Ball, but, again, who cares?! It was just freakin' AWESOME.&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/19142728-3481361953510573318?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3481361953510573318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3481361953510573318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3481361953510573318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3481361953510573318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-in-lifetime-indeed.html' title='once in a lifetime, indeed.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-682873415662447523</id><published>2008-02-18T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:29:59.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Die For   X_X</title><content type='html'>YESSS!!! I just got my brand new Canon EOS 400D, which is a DSLR camera. And that means WHOOOAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! I'm too excited to type stuff right now, so I'll just come back after I come down from this very addictive high, which literally translates to: a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll post pictures, too) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-682873415662447523?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/682873415662447523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=682873415662447523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/682873415662447523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/682873415662447523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-die-for-xx.html' title='To Die For   X_X'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4849300220831243436</id><published>2008-01-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:02:22.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official na Official na Official na Official Na Talaga!</title><content type='html'>Okaaay. Sa Advertising na lang ako. Ayoko na magbigay ng reason kasi nakakatamad na mag-explain. Basta sure na sure na talaga ako. I'll just brush up on my drawing skills this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala. My family will stay in Xiamen, China this summer... for maybe a month ata? We'll stay with our relatives there tapos my mom said na dun na din daw ako mag- art lessons. OHWELL. OK lang siguro yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. yun lang. PROMISE last na talaga to. Di na ako magbabago ng desisyon. HAHA. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4849300220831243436?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4849300220831243436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=4849300220831243436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4849300220831243436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4849300220831243436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/official-na-official-na-official-na.html' title='Official na Official na Official na Official Na Talaga!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3707142770558105825</id><published>2008-01-27T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:41:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinaka - Official na Talaga 'To</title><content type='html'>Haaay. After a lot of brainstorming, I have finally FINALLY decided to choose Communication Arts over Advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I have my list of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First choice (course) ko naman talaga yung Comm. Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Di ako magaling mag-drawing. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Magastos daw sa CFAD ---&gt; according to Eunice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mas marami ang nagsasabi na mas bagay sakin ang Comm Arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to the UST website and found this list of career options sa Comm Arts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Advertising Practitioner&lt;br /&gt;    * Account Manager&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* Creative Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Copywriter&lt;br /&gt;    * Media/Buyer Planner&lt;br /&gt;    * Public Relations Practitioner&lt;br /&gt;    * Corporate Communications Director&lt;br /&gt;    * Public Relations Manager/Consultant&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* Publicist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* Event Planner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Market Researcher&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* T.V./Film Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;* T.V./Film Scriptwriter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Radio/T.V. Field Reporter&lt;br /&gt;    * Radio/T.V. Newscaster &lt;br /&gt;    * Program Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso nga lang, waitlisted pa ako, so dapat daw mas maaga ako kasi first come - first serve ang treatment sa mga waitlisted. OHWELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3707142770558105825?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3707142770558105825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3707142770558105825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3707142770558105825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3707142770558105825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/pinaka-official-na-talaga-to.html' title='Pinaka - Official na Talaga &apos;To'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-421141913627648941</id><published>2008-01-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:09:13.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analysis of  My So-Called "Depression"</title><content type='html'>I'm back after a period which I would like to call "depression". I don't know if that was really what happened to me these past few weeks, but I sure felt melancholic and sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a "maybe, sort of, kind of, perhaps" analysis of my "sad" phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I found out that I failed UP. I was devastated for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After that day, lots of projects hurtled at me all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was confused, not sure of what to do first. I didn't have time to think about UP because I was too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Because of that, I always felt that I had to something with the UP thing, so I became even more burdened than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't talk to some of my friends because... I don't know either. I just didn't want to, I guess. I mean, I was really quiet throughout this "phase".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just wanted to get away from school. Before, I was OK with going to school. But during that phase, I didn't get excited about waking up in the morning just to to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Josie even said that "nagbago na ako". I do think so, too. I became even more reserved and quiet and not my usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was scared. I really was. I didn't want this new personality. I wanted the old "me" back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At the moment, all the projects are almost done. I finally decided to accept the fact that I failed UP. It really cleared some things for me. I was relieved. I actually felt good about accepting this fact. It helped me to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The USTET results finally came out, and I discovered that I passed Advertising Arts and got waitlisted at Communication Arts. I was fine with that, actually. UST was my first love (during elementary), anyways. At first, I was having trouble deciding between DLSU and UST because I find DLSU better, but I don't like my course there (Psychology), so in the end, I chose UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, I am going to study at UST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be an art student. *jumps for joy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-421141913627648941?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/421141913627648941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=421141913627648941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/421141913627648941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/421141913627648941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/analysis-of-my-so-called-depression.html' title='Analysis of  My So-Called &quot;Depression&quot;'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2712006443741801410</id><published>2008-01-23T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:41:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraught</title><content type='html'>Heath Ledger is DEAD. Yes. He passed away. Kicked the bucket. Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read the news, my jaw literally dropped for about 5 minutes. I am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so... sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just 28 years old. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so distraught. So frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the best actors/artists of this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His loss was such a huge huge huge blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so sad. So disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe it was possible, but I just became more melancholic and depressed than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna mourn for him. And his art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please do not comment on this post.&lt;/span&gt; Just. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2712006443741801410?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2712006443741801410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2712006443741801410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2712006443741801410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2712006443741801410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/distraught.html' title='Distraught'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7031772915218085786</id><published>2008-01-18T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:12:19.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Projects.</title><content type='html'>School started out boring today, but after a few hours, it seemed like time was going too fast for my own good. I am slowly dying with all these projects. Shall I enumerate them for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Computer = Music Video Project (shooting next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Math R= Research Blah Blah As Usual It's Boring Blah Blah (due on Jan. 31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Science= Project (I still have no idea what my group's gonna come up with. Oh well. I'm no science geek so what do I know about it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. English= The ever-horrifying Research Paper (due on Jan. 28 - a few days before the Math Project. &gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yearbook= Still finishing up on the typing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tanglaw= one of the most stressful things I've ever done. The deadline for the complete 3rd issue is on FEBRUARY FUCKING SIX!!!!!!!!!!! Help meeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. H.M. = Why do we have to make music videos every single fucking year?! First of all, our topic was about "MUSIC", not music "VIDEOS". Music and videos are two very different things. Music is for hearing and videos are for watching. But why did our teacher force us to do it?!?! Our subject is MUSIIIIIC. Do I have to spell everything out for people?! Gaaaawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Reconsideration Blah Blah= I'll keep this a secret first. No details for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of Death: Projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7031772915218085786?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7031772915218085786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7031772915218085786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7031772915218085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7031772915218085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-by-projects.html' title='Death By Projects.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3605725966806562519</id><published>2008-01-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:36:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection and Determination</title><content type='html'>Nagsimula to kagabi lang. Nagba-browse lang naman ako sa website ng UP tapos bigla kong nakita na nandun na pala yung results ng UPCAT. I was soooo excited, shocked, whatever kasi 'di ko ineexpect na maaga pala ang labasan ng results. I clicked the link immediately tapos while the page was sloooooooooowly loading, I was screaming, jumping, etc. Excited na excited talaga ako. I mean, yun yung dream school ko so syempre diba? Tapos, the page finally loaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find my surname anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked the letter "Q" again, and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same page was shown...with my name not on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt disappointed at first.. and then... shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, my eyes were swimming with tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried all night.... until I finally went to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my tears have dried, but no. I still had to go to school this morning and I cried there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate my classmates' support and understanding, but they couldn't help me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people found me OA or whatever, but what do they expect!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need time to recover from this... this nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is my dream school we're talking about, not just any other school, but MY dream school. You can't feel my pain 'til you've experienced this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. A few of your classmates passed. But they still won't study there, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO AKO!??!?!?!!! PAG NAKAPASA AKO DUN, DUN NA TALAGA AKO EH!!!!!!!!!! YUN ANG MASAKIT!!!!!!!! BWISIT YANG MGA PESTENG HAMPAS LUPA NA YAN!!!!! BAKIT PA SILA KUMUHA NG TEST DUN KUNG ALAM NAMAN NILANG DI SILA PAPASOK DUN!??!?! MAS LILIIT ANG TSANSA NG MGA DIEHARD NA TULAD KO!!!!!!!! OO DIEHARD AKO. DESPERADA. BAHALA KA KUNG ANO ANG GUSTO MONG TAWAGIN SAKIN!!!!!! BASTA MAHAL NA MAHAL KO ANG UP KAHIT DI PA AKO ESTUDYANTE DON! I CRIED FOR TWO FUCKING DAYS!!!!!! GANOON KAHALAGA SAKIN YON! MAS MAHALAGA PA SA ISANG BILYONG DOLYAR!!!! THE LAST TIME I CRIED THIS MUCH WAS...WAIT, NEVER!!!!!! I HAVE NEVER EVER DONE THIS MUCH CRYING MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to calm down!!!!!!! I'm emotionally distressed right now. I don't need your sympathy!!!! I just wrote this to let it all out!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I still have a bit of a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, common mistake yung spelling ng surname ko. Well malay natin kung 'di muna nila nilagay sa list (this is just a WIIIIILLLD guess, but who knows?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. I read at the end of the list that 'di pa raw 'official' yung list na nasa website. So baka nga may chance pa ako. (Another wild guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Pag di talaga ako makapasa at kung pwede magpa-reconsider, gagawin ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th. Pag di pa rin pwede, mag-aapply ako sa ibang course na gusto ko rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukulitin ko talaga ang UP Diliman hanggang sa mainis sila sakin at papasukin na talaga nila ako!!! Ganoon ako ka-determinado, di tulad ng ibang DYAN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, rejection has toughened me up a lot. As cheesy as it sounds, it really taught me how to become stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya UP, humanda ka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3605725966806562519?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3605725966806562519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3605725966806562519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3605725966806562519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3605725966806562519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/rejection-and-determination.html' title='Rejection and Determination'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6524242843984265025</id><published>2008-01-05T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:24:36.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Late Holiday Update (Part One)</title><content type='html'>Whoops. I must have forgotten to blog/rant about the holidays. Well, it went OK for me. "OK" is actually a pretty good compliment already (for me, at least). It was better than the previous years because we actually went out of the house. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first day of the holiday vacation, we were breaking our backs in front of the computer for the whole day, until my dad suddenly suggested going out. I was like this O.O because my dad usually killjoys all of our shopping extravaganzas at the mall. So anyway, we went to Mall of Asia even though it was nearly their closing time. Then we went to Global Fun Carnival, and this is where the horror starts. My dad got the three of us kids ride-all-you-can tickets which cost around 300 pesos, I think. My parents only paid for the entrance fee. So we went inside and there were like soooooooooooooooooooooooooo many people. Can you feel the horror now? Not quite? Wait. Just wait. So there were like so many college kids, right? I think we only we saw about 2 actual little kids there. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom reserved us for the Flying Fiesta-like ride, and we got in line for the Flipper ride. It's like this circle with around 6 seat compartments which rotate randomly WHILE the circle thingy rotates, too. Ya, I don't get it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rode it. AND ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!!!!!! It was MORTIFYING, to say the least. I felt like my head was gonna come off! Seriously! I don't joke about this, OK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that terrifying ride, we quickly went to the Flying Fiesta because the spot my mom reserved for us was already nearing the ride entrance (is there such a thing?). At the time, I was already feeling dizzzzzzzy. But I thought that this Flying Fiesta was the same as the one in Enchanted Kingdom which was a total breeze because it felt like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first few minutes we were up there in midair rotating about, then SUDDENLY (@#&amp;amp;(*$^#&amp;amp;*$^*#&amp;amp;YIUHDhfdighfsh&amp;amp;@^*&amp;amp;$%#&amp;amp;@!^#$#*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!! it was rotating like... OMG. I closed my eyes the entire time. It was horror. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After riding those two hellrides, I just felt so sick. I was having a nervous breakdown. I was shivering and sweating and staring at random stuff for no reason. I just felt sick. So my parents decided to go home. The 900 pesos + 2 entrance fees that we paid was sayang, but all I wanted to do at that point was to go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you readers out there, please do NOT go to Global Fun Carnival. It's a sick sick terrifyingly sick place. I NEVER EVER EVER wanna go near that place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count how many times I typed "So" &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6524242843984265025?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6524242843984265025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6524242843984265025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6524242843984265025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6524242843984265025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-holiday-update-part-one.html' title='The Late Holiday Update (Part One)'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4346827807940671139</id><published>2008-01-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:53:57.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why I Wanna Go to UP</title><content type='html'>Er... Right now, I'm not even thinking of high school anymore. It's all about college, college, college nowadays. I mean, I don't wanna finish high school anymore! I wanna go to college RIGHT NOW! I am so excited I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first thing's first. I wanna go to UP and study Film. End of discussion. Here are my reasons for wanting to go to UP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's the NUMBER ONE university in the Philippines. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am liberal (a little bit conservative, though). UP is the most liberal school out there. I've thought about it. I know all about the outrageous/scandalous stuff there, but I dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. UP Film Institute. The name speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I dun wanna see my classmates, especially my batchmates from the other sections, in my chosen school. I wanna start fresh, and seeing their faces won't do me any good. Seriously. I dun wanna remind myself of high school. It's just too much. I might suffocate because of them. I chose UP because I think almost all my classmates won't be accepted there (because most of their courses are common), or if they will, then they prolly won't choose to be there, anyway. Hey, I'm telling the truth here. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll pass the exam. I know I will. Film isn't really a popular or in-demand course so I'm prolly one of the few people who's interested in it and I'll most prolly pass it. I'm just analyzing here. Don't get too taken aback by my so-called "ego". I know I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You could tell me a million reasons why I shouldn't study there, but my heart (and mind) will always be at UP. It sounds kinda dorky, but it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4346827807940671139?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4346827807940671139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=4346827807940671139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4346827807940671139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4346827807940671139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/reasons-why-i-wanna-go-to-up.html' title='Reasons Why I Wanna Go to UP'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4937645925217929242</id><published>2008-01-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:43:23.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted Ako Sa Lasalle! Woohoo!!! &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R3skZQrn35I/AAAAAAAAALA/DY2beO6qlWM/s1600-h/lasalle_result.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R3skZQrn35I/AAAAAAAAALA/DY2beO6qlWM/s320/lasalle_result.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150750615221559186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that? Yeah, I never expected it myself! Woohoooooooo!!! LMAO. Yes!!! 'Di sayang ang 600 pesos na binayad ko para sa application! Nyahahhahahahaha!!! Forgive me for overusing exclamation marks, but I'm just sooo damn happy right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;.&lt; Buti na laaaang talaga! Nakalusot ako sa 3rd choice ko which is AB-Psych Wahahahhahaahhaa! XD  This is the nicest, most unexpected surprise of the start of 2008! Sana tuloy tuloy na to!! Yeheyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crazy mode* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4937645925217929242?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4937645925217929242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=4937645925217929242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4937645925217929242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4937645925217929242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2008/01/accepted-ako-sa-lasalle-woohoo.html' title='Accepted Ako Sa Lasalle! Woohoo!!! &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/R3skZQrn35I/AAAAAAAAALA/DY2beO6qlWM/s72-c/lasalle_result.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2073288853398672811</id><published>2007-12-23T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:47:46.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREEEEAAAMMMMFESSSSTTTT!!!</title><content type='html'>Okaaayy... so the wishlist thingy didn't really work out because I'm too busy playing Gaia. So you can only view the first (and only) part of it, the gadgets. I still want a MACBOOK though. *parinig* *parinig*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom doesn't want to buy the Macbook. I told her it's for college, and she could look at it like it's my graduation gift. But she was like "HELL NO!!!!!" Grrr.... stupidstupidmoneyproblems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil sis wanted to buy the fucking stupid Nintendo DS Lite, which is soooo almost like her Gameboy SP! My mom agreeddd!!! Only because my sis is gonna use her own money to buy the useless thing. Oh btw, she's gonna buy it later this afternoon. Imagine my disappointment when I found out about it earlier this morning. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still SICKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!! HILYT@IY$#EIHWIDY#!&amp;amp;@($^#*&amp;amp;%$GEUDTU^T!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;stupidstupidstupidchocolateoverdose. MEH THROAT IS SOOOORRRE. I'm burning internally...No, I mean, ETERNALLY.          &gt;=C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Periodical Tests were SCHMUCK. That was when this stupid sickness started. ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE FUCKING TEST!!!! I couldn't concentrate! All I did was cough and wipe my runny nose.....!!!!! It was disgusting! And I did that all week long... GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2073288853398672811?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2073288853398672811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2073288853398672811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2073288853398672811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2073288853398672811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/12/screeeeaaammmmfesssstttt.html' title='SCREEEEAAAMMMMFESSSSTTTT!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2932185246180996959</id><published>2007-12-03T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:48:05.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pressure of the Matter</title><content type='html'>Do you guys remember when we were taught about peer pressure, yada yada yada...? You know how our teachers would be like, "Don't ever give in to them, blablabla..." I always felt that as much as the message was important, it didn't really make a mark in my brain. I mean, yeah I know about that kind of situation, but it seemed that I wasn't really paying that much attention because I know it would never ever ever ever happen to me. But I was wrong. It did happen. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some of my friends recently went to one of our friends' house, and we stayed there for the whole afternoon. Then, it happened. My friend decided to have sort of a series of shot glass rounds. Oh don't worry, it's only white wine, but still, it really tasted gross. Gross like drunk men. Anyway, there we were, not really minding the whole "shot glass" thing. We had like 6 rounds. Then, suddenly, my friend told us, "Guys, don't be surprised, OK?" We were like, "Huh?" Then suddenly, she got out a cigarette and a lighter and decided to smoke. Major WHOAAA. That was the first time I've seen somebody who's my age smoke. In real life, I mean. My dad smokes. I hate it, but he couldn't help it. =( That's not the point, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we were having like an aftershock or something. Then, she told us about her family problems, etc. etc... Then, I suddenly got reminded of those kids on TV/movies who are sorta like her. You know, problematic. Disturbed. Hurt. Frustrated. Vulnerable. In school, she was like the happy-go-lucky one of the group, but really, deep inside, she's definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on, I understood what I've always heard all along. About peer pressure and all that. I was lucky because my friend, yes she's still my friend (I can't judge her), didn't really FORCE us into anything. The white wine gave me a little migraine but that was it. I wasn't drunk or anything. None of us were. I also felt proud because I didn't lose my ground. I didn't try to smoke because I already vowed to myself and to my mom that I would NEVER ever ever smoke. So, that's the whole story of my "peer pressure" experience. The cigarettes, I admit, did tempt me a bit because I was curious (which is sometimes a bit harmful), but thankfully, I didn't lose myself. I'm not saying that cigarette-smoking people are bad. It's just that the cigarettes DO harm your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... I'm sounding like a commercial here. Anyway. That's all. Nothing much more to say. Sorry for the lame update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2932185246180996959?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2932185246180996959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2932185246180996959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2932185246180996959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2932185246180996959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/12/pressure-of-matter.html' title='The Pressure of the Matter'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7862018201892482696</id><published>2007-11-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:28:47.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlog. Vlog. Vlog.</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I'm thinking of starting my own vlog (or video blog). You don't know what a vlog is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vlog"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? I need comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7862018201892482696?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7862018201892482696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7862018201892482696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7862018201892482696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7862018201892482696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/11/vlog-vlog-vlog.html' title='Vlog. Vlog. Vlog.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5147885180972698472</id><published>2007-11-10T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:21:24.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Bangs Head Into Monitor*</title><content type='html'>I am officially stressed. My back, neck and shoulders have been killing me for several months now. It's all because of stupid school work.  Tanglaw, yearbook,  college entrance exams,  photoshoots, academics,  projects, contests, Youth in Focus booth, notecards, etc. I need to get some rest. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos we also have this effin' essay-writing contest na kailangang i-pass sa Friday. WTF!? 1100 - 1200 words!!!!!!!! Are you kidding me?!?!?! I'm gonna be dead by the time I finish 500 words. Cause of death? MAJOR NOSEBLEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos may book report pa kami sa Filipino! Tapos ang nabunot ko pa yung pinakamakapal na nobela! DIYOSKOPOSUSMARYA. Ano to, dobol dead?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please resurrect me from this nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5147885180972698472?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5147885180972698472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5147885180972698472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5147885180972698472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5147885180972698472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/11/bangs-head-into-monitor.html' title='*Bangs Head Into Monitor*'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5899882886425147776</id><published>2007-11-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:14:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saklolo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rywm3Zkn6sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F45cquQ-bP4/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rywm3Zkn6sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F45cquQ-bP4/s200/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128516808867310274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rywmx5kn6rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TLkcWqxtPgw/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rywmx5kn6rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TLkcWqxtPgw/s200/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128516714378029746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RywmpJkn6qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IvXq1l2SZ8k/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RywmpJkn6qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IvXq1l2SZ8k/s200/IMG_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128516564054174370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a camera trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my first workload. The yearbook profiles. Next up - research paper NOTECARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5899882886425147776?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5899882886425147776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5899882886425147776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5899882886425147776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5899882886425147776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/11/saklolo.html' title='Saklolo!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rywm3Zkn6sI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F45cquQ-bP4/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7426008557686719160</id><published>2007-10-27T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:14:47.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist 2007 (Part One: Gadgets)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishlist 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part One: Gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK6cZkn6lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xds0bVtJj6g/s1600-h/powershotS3IS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK6cZkn6lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xds0bVtJj6g/s200/powershotS3IS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125864322964646482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Powershot S3 IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK6u5kn6mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ON8f-MoLpbs/s1600-h/xl2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK6u5kn6mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ON8f-MoLpbs/s200/xl2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125864640792226402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Canon XL2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK82pkn6nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4FUqY-wjX4g/s1600-h/10_large20070905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK82pkn6nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4FUqY-wjX4g/s200/10_large20070905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125866972959468146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. iPod Classic 160GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyLBIZkn6oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dyp14l3ex-0/s1600-h/index_frontrow20071026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyLBIZkn6oI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dyp14l3ex-0/s200/index_frontrow20071026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125871675948657282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Macbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I have them all? Pretty please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7426008557686719160?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7426008557686719160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7426008557686719160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7426008557686719160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7426008557686719160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/wishlist-2007-part-one-gadgets.html' title='Wishlist 2007 (Part One: Gadgets)'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RyK6cZkn6lI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xds0bVtJj6g/s72-c/powershotS3IS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1415480543859774840</id><published>2007-10-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:30:12.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Like This</title><content type='html'>OK. I know many people are wondering why I'm like this. A cutthroat, whiny bitch. Here are the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually it all started last year, I think. I mean, I've always been whiny ever since I was born, but I became BITCHY whiny when I was in 3rd year high school. In school, I've been known as the "quiet" and "shy" girl who doesn't speak. That's because I don't wanna talk to people who are users, feelers, backstabbers, teacher's pets, posers, etc. etc. But most of them are the jologs type, so...I don't wanna go near them, for I'll get "hawa" of their jologs-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is the internet/media. The wonderful, powerful and influential world of the web. I met so many people who are kinda like me. Sarcastic, evil, etc. whatever you wanna describe me. Because of the Net, these underlying characteristics strengthened and combined, and voila! I became this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Third reason. My early childhood was UGLYYY. I got teased around a lot. Kids are awful. But of course we all know that. Anyway, maybe, just maybe, that was also one of the reasons why now that I'm older, I also became harsh and brutal to people. My comments often consist of bad words, obviously. Yeah yeah yeah. I became  a bitter, heartless person. (FYI, I don't cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm reallllyy angry. When I'm pissed off, I just make dabog dabog. Or yeah, I blog about it. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I'm writing this. I guess it's to make people understand, but I know they won't. They're not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES, only sometimes, when I speak badly of another person, it's all the result of "carried away-ness". My feelings take hold of me and suddenly, all negative stuff come out of mouth. I admit that I feel good when I do that. GAAAAAD. What is wrong with me?! But yeah, if I've ever truly, deeply hurt anyone, then I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1415480543859774840?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1415480543859774840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=1415480543859774840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1415480543859774840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1415480543859774840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-im-like-this.html' title='Why I&apos;m Like This'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8350489294892535496</id><published>2007-10-20T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:19:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate You, Manwhore</title><content type='html'>ZOMG! Remember my promise that I would spill another manwhore (MW) moment? Well, it turns out to be more than that. I can't spill details because it would cause another bitchfight between *ahem* and *ahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MW found another helpless victim. He has already dumped or broken up with hmm... like, 10 - 12 girls, and now, he's caught another one. Who is she? Like I said, I can't say. If this were a private blog, however, I WOULD give complete, intact, no non-sense and accurate play-by-play details, but *sighs* that's not exactly the case with my blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it just makes me sick that MW is still going around infecting little innocent ladies, leaving them, not caring about their feelings (even if the girl says that she doesn't care about her ex, she STILL cares!!!!! Learn that fucking lesson, gullible men!!!), having them watch him and his new leading lady grope around blah blah blah, and rebounding with another girl in... a millisecond!!! Yes yes, that's how insulting it is. &gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for the new victim, though. I really like her. She's nice and smart. A good friend, I guess. But now that MW is slowly dragging her down to infinite victim hell, I am so FUCKING MADDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;:-(((((((((   Count how many wrinkles I have between my eyebrows! That's how mad I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAaaaaRRggGGGH!HhHHhhh!!! I REEEAAALLLY want him to STOP! He can't do this to women anymore! He's already a real fucking leech!! Just STOP, ok!? STOPPPP!!! HALT!!! TAMA NAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he ever dumps "latest victim", I'm gonna KILL him. I'm gonna sooo fucking KILL him! I'm gonna drag him all the way to Norway and cut off his testicles, so he wouldn't BREED little sluts and manwhores and spread them across the planet! Yes, I actually do think he will sleep with almost all the females in the world if he can help it. Well, of course he can. No question about it. That's how manwhore-y he is. &gt;:-(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I gotta stop or I'll pretty soon get a heart attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8350489294892535496?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8350489294892535496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=8350489294892535496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8350489294892535496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8350489294892535496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-you-manwhore.html' title='I Hate You, Manwhore'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7153981357496677292</id><published>2007-10-11T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:16:15.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Academic Doom. See ya next Monday!</title><content type='html'>FI.NAL.LY. I am now officially free, yes, FREE from Academic Doom. I capitalized them because this week has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-painful&lt;/span&gt;. What am I talking about? The Periodical Exams, dammit! I mean, ask yourself "What could've been the one reason that got in the way of Elooiiineey's mischief masterplan?" The answer: Blah blah blah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; and anything related to the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuallyyy, the exams weren't really that difficult. Not bragging. It's just that they were pretty much like other tests we've taken before. Not much difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one good thing about Exam Week is that I get to spend A LOT of bonding time with my brother and sister. We never get to do anything fun now because of computer games (*ahem* GoPets *ahem*), etc., etc., etc. So during exam week, my mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bans&lt;/span&gt; (*gasp*) us from anything media. The TV and PC, specifically. So you know naman what happens kung wala akong panglibangan (Eh? Tama ba yun?). Edi yun, nagsamang-pwersa kami ng mga bopols shobe at shoti ko para gumawa ng D-Day (Doomsday) ritual. The ritual mainly consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lame UNO playing&lt;br /&gt;*super lame radio headbangin'&lt;br /&gt;*super duper lame Aquadoodling (don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;*mega lame insult brainstorming&lt;br /&gt;*triple lame fake-reading schoolbooks while actually reading A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;*supercalifragilisticexpialidocious lame storytelling when we're not really telling stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it. I had fun, though. My siblings have opened up to me quite a bit, and when I say "quite a bit", I reaaaallly mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt;. I did most of the opening up. LOL. If you have to ask, I just merely gushed about my ultimopseudocrushes, namely ____ and ____. Hah. You're not getting that far! That's just among me, my siblings and a certain someone. You know who you are. You read this blog, for pete's sake! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yun lang muna ang update. 'La masyadong kwenta.... ZOMG! I just realized na may gusto pala akong siraan! LOLsss. I'll save it for later. Bye guys! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7153981357496677292?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7153981357496677292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7153981357496677292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7153981357496677292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7153981357496677292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbye-academic-doom-see-ya-next.html' title='Goodbye Academic Doom. See ya next Monday!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7014140013478225989</id><published>2007-10-02T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:23:15.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Underlying Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Josephine (or Josie; or Jos; or Monzon; or Egay ---&gt; *evil grin* Just kidding) and I had one of our rare "daldalan sessions" this afternoon (Chinese class, to be exact; we had our "kou shi" test, so we didn't do much afterward).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing a lot of stuff. Boys, girlfights, backstabbers, school, scandalous blogs (*ahem ahem*), multiple personalities (*ahem ahem* part II), the distinction between real and fake friends, etc. etc. etc. Basically, we had a really long, deep, serious (with a good amount of laughs here and there) conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, lemme tell you something about our friendship. It's not typical. Sometimes we have "tampo" phases, and other times we get along reaaalllyy well, which happens most of the time. We mostly have the same views about people, especially our classmates, and that's one thing I don't have in common with most other people. I also unleash the psychologist in me whenever I talk to this girl. We like to analyze people and tear them down to bits and pieces (not in a bad way, of course). I mean, we like to figure out why this person did this and why this person did that. It's like making another one of our Character Sketches in English class last year. Also, meron akong karamay sa aking mga "issue". Pagdating sa mga crush, sa kanya lang talaga ako nag-co-confide and vice versa. She told me that hindi rin daw niya alam kung bakit niya nasasabi sakin yung kanyang mga "secret" kuno. LOL. Ako rin naman ganun. I feel like we have this bond of trust na sa kanya ko lang talaga nahanap. I can really be myself whenever I'm around her kasi kapag I feel so mayabang and ma-pride na at times, she knows how to insult (wrong word choice, but it works) me. Edi yun. I go back to normal ulit. Para bang she's one of the few people who makes me stay grounded all the time.   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala. We started being close friends last year. Nung kaharap ko siya sa Chinese. We naturally became each other's confidantes. We told each other eveything! We still do. This year, though, medyo 'di na kami nagkakausap kasi nga super busy kaming dalawa tsaka malayo na yung seating arrangement namin. Kanina lang talaga kami nag-catch up sa mga happenings ng sucky lives namin. Hahahahaha. Jokejokejoke. It was very nice talking to her again. I felt like I found my real personality once more. Why? Because when I'm with my other "pwends", I feel left out sometimes. Like I'm invisible or something. Anywaaaaay, don't mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasanay na 'ko feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years of elementary + 2 years of kindergarten + 1 year of nursery + a lot of days in between high school = a lifetime's worth of invisibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me, though. I like my life. I'm not suicidal, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to HERE, I've discovered a lot of things about people. I've realized how to accept them as they are (super cliche, 'no?). I'm not saying na mahal ko na silang lahat. No waaay. I don't like most people (yes, I'm picky) pero I don't make war naman. Bahala na lang sila. If they don't mess with me, then it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm rambling na. Hanggang dito muna. Baka ma-bore na kayo sa kakabasa. LOLsss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7014140013478225989?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7014140013478225989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7014140013478225989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7014140013478225989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7014140013478225989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/underlying-thoughts.html' title='The Underlying Thoughts'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-494344999870601668</id><published>2007-10-02T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:45:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Whoa. I might have to be more careful about what I write from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so overwhelmed with all the sudden attention people are giving to my Multiply blog. Yeah yeah yeah, it's all because of that "scandalous" (LOL) ILAW entry I posted a few days back. I was a bit embarrassed at first pero I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the heck? E nasulat ko na eh. Bakit ko pa babaguhin? &lt;/span&gt;So yun nga. At least all the people who read it really supported my side. I'm like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, I'm so glad people aren't making snarky comments about it, etc. etc. &lt;/span&gt;My mom really frightened me, though. She was saying some things like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hoy, lagot ka! Mamaya makalat 'yang mga reklamo mo sa school tapos mamaya ma-Disciplinarian ka pa! Kung anu-ano kasi yang mga pinagsusulat mo eh! 'Wag ka na nga mag-blog-blog. Mamaya tingin sayo ng tao masama ka! Tapos mamaya makita pa yan ni Mr. Gan! HALA KA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am serious. She really did say those things. I'm not making them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she finished her little speech, my face was like O.o I admit I was a bit scared at first, pero I brushed it off na lang kasi I have freedom of speech naman e. Yeah, that's what all journalists say, I suppose. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, try to Google "Interscholastic Leaders' Awareness Workshop" and you'll find this blog (not my Multiply one, but this one: www.hearts-and-skulls.blogspot.com  ---&gt; the real one) at the very TOP of the list. Sabi nga ng isang ILAW participant dun daw niya nahanap yung (real) blog ko (a shoutout to Mike from Don Bosco!). I thought, Paano kaya kung yung mga organizers ang nakakita ng mga sinulat ko? Ewan. Bahala sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-494344999870601668?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/494344999870601668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=494344999870601668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/494344999870601668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/494344999870601668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7657102167915088941</id><published>2007-10-01T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:07:52.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sort of Apology?</title><content type='html'>I have just realized that, yes, people who may or may not sometimes agree with the opinions I've expressed in my entries DO read my blog. It's not that I'm against it, I actually like it when people leave tags or comments. It's just that some people get offended with what some of the things I've been saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post below this shows my utter irritation at the ILAW seminar. I'm not generalizing all the participants who attended the said event. You have to know this before anything else: I may get a little bit too dramatic sometimes. Plus, my style of writing is a bit, um, straightforward. I write whatever's on my mind. I don't tone things down. I don't cover up what's really the truth. Like one of my classmates once told me, "You're a very honest writer." Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've offended or hurt people by anything that I've posted here, then I just want to tell you that all the feelings expressed in this cyber outlet of mine are REAL. I wrote what I felt at the time. I may not feel the same way right now, but still, those ideas were formulated. I cannot do anything else about them because they already happened. I don't like to erase memories. Lalo na 'pag dramatic. Syempre ang sarap basahin yung mga kagaguhan na pinagsusulat ko dito when I become older. It's a nice way to reminisce, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I just wrote this stuff down to help make people understand. I'm kind of not apologizing because I know I haven't done anything wrong. You may get taken aback by a lot of cuss words ("F---" and "s---", especially), but don't stereotype me as a bad person. Yes, I DO have a heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7657102167915088941?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7657102167915088941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7657102167915088941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7657102167915088941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7657102167915088941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/10/sort-of-apology.html' title='A Sort of Apology?'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1084533575998393486</id><published>2007-09-29T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:33:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to like watching Gossip Girl the TV series, not the books. The casting is sooo far from what I imagined while I was reading the books, though, except for Blair. Leighton Meester is the perfect Blair Waldorf. Blake Lively as Serena? I'm not seeing it, but she's a pretty good actress. Nate is sorta Ken doll-like. Chuck is still a jerk, but he's not that shaving-cream-commercial handsome like he was described in the books. Jenny is the biggest disappointment. She was supposed to have humongous boobs and brown curly hair, but the actress did not live up to it. She was blond and flat-chested. Total opposite. I guess Josh Schwartz was making the show more "kid-friendly", since Jenny is supposed to be a freshman. But anyways, I think I'm having adik symptoms now, so I better go back to watching. Update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1084533575998393486?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1084533575998393486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=1084533575998393486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1084533575998393486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1084533575998393486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3703326193412800828</id><published>2007-09-28T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:08:06.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Irony</title><content type='html'>I'm so effin' tired today. The 3-day Interscholastic Leaders' Awareness Workshop (or ILAW) was so ... BLAH. I mean, the speakers - Tony Gloria (director, writer, producer, advertiser), Sandy Prieto-Romualdez (CEO and President of Phil. Daily Inquirer), Team Manila Graphic Design Studio, etc. etc. - were awesome. It's just that the student participants from other schools were sorta like sosyalin, English-speaking, yadda yadda yadda. Well, it's Makati, people, what do you expect? The PCHS reps (meaning us - me, Christine Lee, Jamie Chua, Edardo Mercader and Alyssa Liu) were sooo OP (out of place). I think we were the only school who's non-sectarian there. Tapos kami lang pala yung Chinese school dun. Sabi nga namin murahin namin sila in Chinese para di nila maintindihan. Muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kakaasar kasi yung iba because they didn't listen to our opinion during group activities. I was like, "What color should this be? (Naki-English din e, no?)" And my girl groupmate was like, "What do you think?". I said, "Hmm... I think it should be yellow or orange." And she became quiet. Para bang ayaw niya yung suggestion ko! Basta alam niyo naman pag nasa situation din kayo eh. Tapos 'di lang yan. Basta parang ganun din ang nangyari. Naulit lang kumbaga. Kaasar kasi HELLO!? She asked for MY opinion tapos ayaw niya?! 'Di naman siya yung leader ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun din daw ang nangyari kay Jamie yesterday. Her groupmates were asking for the Tagalog word of "move forward". Jamie kept silent kasi asar na daw siya nun. Tapos after several minutes, she (Jamie) said, "Tara na't sumulong tayo" (Slogan-making kasi 'yun eh), and her groupmates were like, "ANG GALING!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. Yeah, that's how effin' bad they are at Tagalog. And the funny thing is, the theme for the workshop is "NATIONALISM in Media". ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. That seminar is pure irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3703326193412800828?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3703326193412800828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3703326193412800828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3703326193412800828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3703326193412800828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/pure-irony.html' title='Pure Irony'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7108166458116122227</id><published>2007-09-27T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:03:15.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga cheap jologs wannabe</title><content type='html'>Gaaaawd. I just super duper loathe cheap wannabes. You know, those teenagers who constantly write in a "txt" manner. Look, you already know what it is. I don't wanna give examples because even typing them makes me cringe. Yes, I've tried so many times to type that way (to give some examples for you) , but I just couldn't. It would ruin me. I repeat. RUIN ME. Tapos there are also others who type in sTiCkY CaPs. Triple puke session. I mean, what the fuck. Are these people stupid or what?! Ok ok. I know what you're thinking. I DO type in a "txt" manner sometimes but only in my CELLIE and not on anything I can actually write on. I'm very practical so typing like that saves me some money. Sticky caps are an absolute no-no, though. I will never EVER write or type in sticky caps. NEVER. They're just plain tacky and idiotic. They make you seem brainless and robotic. *cringe* *cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, why am I writing this post? Because awhile ago, I just read a couple posts or so from other familiar people's bloggies (not saying who pero kung natamaan ka, then most probably it's you. HAH.), and I was in a mindfuck. My brain cells suddenly stopped functioning. I was in a daze. I just couldn't understand a single fucking thing the person wrote. Talaga, I was so clueless. Tapos I concluded na lang na stooooopid yung taong yun (again, not saying who). Kasi ba naman pati sa ibang bagay aside from the cellphone ganun pa rin mag-type/sulat!? Ano yun? ADIK!? Puh-lease. Tapos tapos tapos when you combine sticky caps and "txt" language, then it will become like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;%#$@! !&amp;amp;*#&amp;amp;%!@&amp;amp;#!@%#&amp;amp;^#(*@^!#%^$@#&amp;amp;(@!&amp;amp;#)!^$%@#^%!$(&amp;amp;*^#*Z$&amp;amp;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't express it in a decent manner. Yeah, that's how mindfucking it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman tumino-tino na yung mga cheap jologs wannabe na yan. I've had enough, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7108166458116122227?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7108166458116122227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7108166458116122227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7108166458116122227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7108166458116122227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/mga-cheap-jologs-wannabe.html' title='mga cheap jologs wannabe'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3841740416059673465</id><published>2007-09-26T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:15:29.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Half-day (school) today because of some shitty blah blah blah boring Teacher's Day program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of rant overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why did the escorts and the SC officers dress up sooo formally?! Are we attending a fucking wedding here?! They outshined the teachers! I was like, WTF!!! What has gone to their fucking crazy heads?! Matagal pa po ang Seniors' Ball, helloooooo!?!!!??!?! Tapos it was so impractical! They were running around in high heels and super duper fucking long and tight gowns! What. The. Fuck. 'Di ba nila pinagisipan 'yon!? Tapos after the program they even complained about their fucking HIIIIIGH heels. SUSMARYOSEPDIYOSKOPO. Duh. That's their fault. Tapos the others even BOUGHT (yep, they paid real fucking money) the gowns para lang sa event na yon?! O.o They just showed up for the "red carpet walk" at least two times! We didn't even see most of them after that. They probably just regretted buying those crappy expensive stuff. Some of them looked cheesy, by the way. Total U-G-H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were so-so. We were like, "Oh. What's new?" Half of us were having siesta, I think. The other half were like staring like zombies. Like they were FORCED to watch the fucking "show".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my friend Clarisa and I just made muni-muni downstairs at the canteen. I mean, who cares?! We'd rather walk around and enjoy the bad scenery that is our school corridors than watch boredom force itself waaaaay deep down into our already fucked up brains. Who cares, right?! We felt like we, among others, were the only ones sane enough to escape Blah Blah Blah Land. Anyway, I told Clarisa that we should explore our school para naman enjoy pero she said nagawa na daw niya yun. *makes puppy sad face* So we decided na we HAD to go back na (yeah, we HAD to. we were like forced, remember?), so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos we heard rock music coming from upstairs, and I was like, "Oh YEAH! Let's go up na!" After we were seated, I was back to being O.o Why? Well, the band was all right, same as usual. Pero I felt a bit embarassed kasi parang bumida na naman yung batch namin. Instead of TEACHERS' Day, naging SENIORS' Day. You get the idea. Pero that was a minor concern of mine. I still support the band (Greenhornz; Is it with a "Z"? I have no idea). Suggestion nga pala. Sana they change their set list kasi parang paulit-ulit na lang yung mga songs. Thankies. ^_^ (Oh man. For the first time while writing this post, I became tame. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that kept my happy hormones in place were the cupcakes. Yep, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes. I'm a cupcake fanatic, you see. *sighs* May araw din kayo sakin. HAHA. (The crazy bitch is talking to pastries, so what else is new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPCOMING EVENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3-day seminar starting tomorrow, on Thursday and on Friday at Assumption College.&lt;br /&gt;*CEU contest in November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3841740416059673465?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3841740416059673465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3841740416059673465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3841740416059673465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3841740416059673465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5612074651807196459</id><published>2007-09-22T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:14:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is officially a mosh pit"</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last night (SEPTEMBER 21, 2007) was the BEST-est night of my life!!!&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall Out Boy Friends or Enemies Manila concert&lt;/span&gt; was, in a word, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Really. When I left Araneta Coliseum, I was speechless (and deaf), literally. I really sang my lungs out!!! I was screaming, shouting, jumping, jamming, rocking out, whatever!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Patrick, Pete, Andy and Joe were awesome&lt;/span&gt; as usual, but Pete was the only talking to the crowd. Some quotable quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I don't care where the fuck you are. This is officially a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOSH PIT&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where the fuck are my Filipino boys!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma-hal ko ka-yo" LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAH is all I can say. Their front act was Chicosci, by the way (I couldn't help covering my ears when they came out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay grabe. They only played for, like, an hour. Aww. Pero sulit na sulit talaga. I went with my mom pero I didn't care what she thought  kasi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I reallllly ROCKED OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt; Pete even directed the audience to create a human arm wave. Basta parang succession. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANG SAYASAYASAYASAYA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since they came out on stage, I didn't sit. I was standing the whole time singing along to all their songs! I'm prone to sore throat, but I didn't fucking care! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to see them LIVE, and I didn't wanna regret it.&lt;/span&gt; The whole concert I felt like floating on air. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You don't know what it feels like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU DON'T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unless you also came to the concert. I still canNOT believe I actually SAW THEM in person. Kasi until now, I feel like, wala lang. Parang walang nangyari pero it had a HUGE impact on me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fall Out Boy had a huge impact on me. They still HAVE. &lt;/span&gt;They've now become a significant part of my teenage life. HONESTLY. No exaggerating here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* Right now, I realize that all these words I've written here &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WILL NOT&lt;/span&gt; add up to the experience itself. It really was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some *blurry* pictures from the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS54y-n8mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tFBzi-uCoKE/s1600-h/IMG_9267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS54y-n8mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tFBzi-uCoKE/s200/IMG_9267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112915862380606050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Araneta Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS54y-n8nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HJlxz9pqh1k/s1600-h/IMG_9264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS54y-n8nI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HJlxz9pqh1k/s200/IMG_9264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112915862380606066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS55C-n8oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/12lJ2HZmWFQ/s1600-h/IMG_9314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS55C-n8oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/12lJ2HZmWFQ/s200/IMG_9314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112915866675573378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joe and Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS55S-n8pI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Wjf0UGeuwo/s1600-h/IMG_9355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS55S-n8pI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Wjf0UGeuwo/s200/IMG_9355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112915870970540690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS55i-n8qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oHPb6ZLmA_k/s1600-h/IMG_9282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS55i-n8qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oHPb6ZLmA_k/s200/IMG_9282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112915875265508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patrick, Andy and Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GO TO &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://topakgirl.multiply.com/"&gt;MY MULTIPLY SITE&lt;/a&gt; FOR MORE PICS AND VIDEOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5612074651807196459?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5612074651807196459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5612074651807196459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5612074651807196459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5612074651807196459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-officially-mosh-pit.html' title='&quot;This is officially a mosh pit&quot;'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RvS54y-n8mI/AAAAAAAAAE0/tFBzi-uCoKE/s72-c/IMG_9267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5802945351527239967</id><published>2007-09-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:36:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical 2 = BLEH.</title><content type='html'>Read the title. Ya, I didn't like it. It was too cheesy for my taste. If you know me really well, you wouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgen's singing became too nails-on-a-chalkboard shrilly. The plot of the movie was predictable, the dancing was all right and the rest... I don't wanna even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this movie franchise, teenyboppery became the "in" thing again. Oh gawd. *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5802945351527239967?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5802945351527239967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5802945351527239967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5802945351527239967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5802945351527239967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/high-school-musical-2-bleh.html' title='High School Musical 2 = BLEH.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-119120978065358790</id><published>2007-09-15T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:14:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawned II</title><content type='html'>Ok. Here's the continuation. This time, I'm gonna spill the beans. I don't fucking care if she sees this post. She already knows why I don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is what happened: (Let's just call her Florita. Why? I have my reasons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FIRST DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student A:&lt;/span&gt; Patingin naman ng description mo sa yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B:&lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student A:&lt;/span&gt; Sino pinasulat mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B:&lt;/span&gt; Si Florita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I glanced at the paper and saw a few grammatical errors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Uy, may mali yan o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B:&lt;/span&gt; O? Paki-edit nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita: &lt;/span&gt;Uy Elaine, ok ba? (She looked as if I'm gonna be impressed by her writing, but NO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Umm... May mga correction sa grammar eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita:&lt;/span&gt; OH!? (looking incredulous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (looking uncomfortable) Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita: &lt;/span&gt;Ano ang mali diyan?! (demanding voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Basta. I-eedit ko na lang 'pag nasakin na lahat ng papers. (I'm the English editor of the Yearbook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I stood up to leave and passed by her chair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita:&lt;/span&gt; Oi ano nga yung mali???!?!? (demanding voice; rolling her eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Basta. Ako na lang mag-eedit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita: &lt;/span&gt;ANO NGA ANG MALI!?!? (she's trying to provoke me, but I ignored her. Para bang dine-dare niya ako.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I was a bit annoyed at that time, but I just let it pass.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE SECOND DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student A: &lt;/span&gt;Uy, pagawa naman ng description sa yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita:&lt;/span&gt; Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after a while, natapos na yung description. napatingin ako and I found some grammatical errors again pero 'di na lang ako masyadong nagsalita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B:&lt;/span&gt; May description ka na? Patingin naman o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita:&lt;/span&gt; Uy, gagawan din kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B:&lt;/span&gt; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this time, andami ko talagang nakitang grammatical errors. i can't help it pero 'di ako napapakali if i see bad grammar. I dunno why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Uy, mali 'to ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Eto rin o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krystel:&lt;/span&gt; Si Florita talaga o! Oy Florita, mali mali naman 'to oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita:&lt;/span&gt; ANO!?! Ano ang mali diyan!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (feeling kinda embarassed) Ehh, basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B: &lt;/span&gt;Oh may mali ba?! Elaine, ikaw na lang mag-ayos tapos dagdagan mo na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Um ok. (kahit medyo ayaw ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after I finished editing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student B:&lt;/span&gt; Salamat ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Florita looked at the newly edited paper of Student B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita: &lt;/span&gt;Uy kahit 'di formal yung pagkasulat ok lang naman ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;E kahit "di formal" yan, mali mali pa rin eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florita:&lt;/span&gt; Bakit mo iniba-iba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;E mali nga talaga kahit hindi formal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I left the classroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the deal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Di ako masyadong nagmamarunong pagdating sa ibang bagay pero pagdating sa grammar, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW &lt;/span&gt;if I see wrong grammar.&lt;/span&gt; It's just natural for me to detect it. Like I said, I don't know why, but that's a different story. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The English language has been a part of me ever since I was young.&lt;/span&gt; Long story short. Anyway, the thing with Florita is that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;she's so full of herself! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba siya nag-vovolunteer na magsulat ng mga description ng ibang tao? Ano yun, para makayabang? Para mapuri siya ng ibang tao? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As if naman no.&lt;/span&gt; Ang hangin niya talaga. I won't critic her writing. Basta sakin na lang iyon. I don't want to hurt her feelings even more. Basta ang issue dito is that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she feels like she's more superior than me. &lt;/span&gt;She even provoked me, di ba? Di-nare pa niya ako. Good thing I'm too annoyed with her to even notice her. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, do you remember this line, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Uy kahit 'di formal yung pagkasulat ok lang naman ah!"&lt;/span&gt; SUS. Between me and her,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; AKO ang reyna ng INFORMAL writing.&lt;/span&gt; 'Di ako nagmamayabang ah. I know my strengths and weaknesses, and informal writing is my strength. Ako pa ang sinabihan niya ng ganun ah! Oh gawd. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She needs to know her "opponent" more before she says shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This incident was like the umpteenth time I've been annoyed with her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero once na she really MESSES with me, let's see what I'll come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-119120978065358790?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/119120978065358790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=119120978065358790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/119120978065358790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/119120978065358790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/pawned-ii.html' title='Pawned II'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7009708511713431738</id><published>2007-09-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:46:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawned</title><content type='html'>Muahaha. I finally showed her what happens when someone messes with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got PAWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Buti nga sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so "mahangin" that time eh. I mean, she was feeling all high and mighty and she even thought na at first, ma-iimpress ako sa kanya. PWES! Nagkamali siya. Napahiya pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time she did that was yesterday. I won't spill details because she reads my posts. Basta I was so fucking annoyed with her. I tried to shrug off what she was doing, but she was provoking me. She was daring me to fight back. I didn't because I knew I was just gonna fall into her trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was this afternoon. I really PAWNED her. As in. Super embarassed talaga siya. Hay, ganyan talaga ang nangyayari sa mga taong masyadong nagmamarunong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope she learned her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag ginawa pa niya ulit sakin yun... Ha, tingnan natin kung ano ang susunod kong "PAWN PLAN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw. To "pawn" or "pwn" someone is to defeat or control them. Copy that in your slang book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm-so-smart-I-can-kiss-ya-ass-that's-why-I'm-a-smartass  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7009708511713431738?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7009708511713431738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7009708511713431738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7009708511713431738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7009708511713431738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/pawned.html' title='Pawned'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-199054720247407589</id><published>2007-09-14T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:35:15.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthingies</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***I really am more into film than anything else, aside from photography.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are More Cutthroat Than You Think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoucutthroatquiz/cutthroat-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you do have that killer instinct lurking in you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may not be actually cutting throats anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;You certainly don't mind clawing your way to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Whoa, maybe I am.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the furthest thing from emo. Sensitivity is not something you exactly cultivate... and you can't imagine weeping over song lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Thank Gawd, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; emo.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - incorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Most balanced? Really?***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Yeah, no surprise. Most people say that about me.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Scored an A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theitsitstheretheirtheyrequiz/a.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 questions correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.&lt;br /&gt;And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***LOL. Okay.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 42% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***HAHA. The evil in me is lurking around.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/unique.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.&lt;br /&gt;You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; true.***&lt;br /&gt;&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/19142728-199054720247407589?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/199054720247407589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=199054720247407589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/199054720247407589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/199054720247407589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogthingies.html' title='Blogthingies'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7117670204762669941</id><published>2007-09-08T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:24:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla</title><content type='html'>Ooohh... I read the English translation of the song "Vanilla", and I was like O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, "kering-keri" naman ni Gackt yung mga lyrics even though they're a bit blush-worthy. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supercat.popullus.net/vanilla.html"&gt;Ready. Set. Blush.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7117670204762669941?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7117670204762669941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7117670204762669941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7117670204762669941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7117670204762669941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/vanilla.html' title='Vanilla'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6767831460491871031</id><published>2007-09-07T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:29:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoPets</title><content type='html'>Yaaay! I'm in "GoPets adik" mode again! They've really done it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta you'll know when you're a GoPets user like me. The new features are so awesome! You really gotta register!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gopetslive.com"&gt;Register Na!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6767831460491871031?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6767831460491871031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6767831460491871031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6767831460491871031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6767831460491871031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/gopets.html' title='GoPets'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-11977993319686870</id><published>2007-09-07T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:20:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Guys</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Why are Japanese guys so skinny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-11977993319686870?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/11977993319686870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=11977993319686870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/11977993319686870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/11977993319686870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/japanese-guys.html' title='Japanese Guys'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1564254444975420069</id><published>2007-09-06T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:57:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gackt's voice is so.... O.O electrifying. hypnotizing........*too lost for words*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing this video over and over again. I just couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi I was reading a manga (Pichi Pichi Pitch - full of fluff; bought by my shobe) tapos na-mention siya dun so curiosity took over me, and I decided to Google him. LOL. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNEUNr_n5gY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNEUNr_n5gY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1564254444975420069?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/1564254444975420069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=1564254444975420069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1564254444975420069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1564254444975420069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/09/gackts-voice-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4609334692425784124</id><published>2007-08-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:44:29.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTRAGE!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>One word: Outrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came up with a list of possible topics for my research paper. (Super cool ang mga ginawa kong titles. As in really unique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were REJECTED (ouch!) except one (about Marie Antoinette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanglaw wasn't finished yet. No cover title. Etc. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came up with another list of possible topics (this time, with simple titles only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Ano ba talaga!??????!!!!!!!!!! Yung mga magagandang topics lahat na-reject! ANO BA TALAGA!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excused from Chinese class to help with Tanglaw layout (Whenever I hear the word Tanglaw, it just makes me wince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PISSED OFF WITH _________ AND THOSE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING LAZY ASS FRESHMEN MEMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were almost finished with laying out articles when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTER I'M-TOO-COOL-FOR-YA CAME IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister I'm-too-cool-for-ya: "Halika na nga J_____!!!! Bilisan mo!!!! Alis na tayooooo!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J____: ..... (ignores Mister I'm-too-cool-for-ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ITCFY: "Hoy J____!!!! Bilisan mo na nga dyan!!!!! Alis na tayo! Nagmamadali ako!!! Patay na ako sa mama koooooo!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J_____: WAIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ITCFY: "OOOOOOOOYYYYYY!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine: "Uy, J_____, ayusin mo tong layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OO NGAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! (parinig kay Mr. ITCFY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. ITCFY: "Alis na nga ako, J_____! Bahala ka na mag-isa umuwi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Bastard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was that!? Eh we needed to finish it this afternoon eh! Deadline na namin! Di ba niya naisip iyon!? Tsaka J_____  was the only layout editor sa OSA kanina! O sino mag-aayos ng layout pag wala na siya?! Fuck that bastard talaga! Ano yon, kailangan niya pa si J_____ para maging BODYGUARD niya?! Well, tutal he's just a scared little whiner baby kaya siguro ayaw niyang umuwi mag-isa lalo na't it was getting awfully dark. (mga 6:00pm yun) DIYOS KO!!!!!! Super Mr. Acting-like-a-mighty-tough-guy siya sa classroom pero sa totoo kailangan pa niya si J____ para mag-protect sa kanya!? He's just a shitload full of stinky shit! (I know it's redundant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. I wanted to spit in his smug ugly face. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so angry the whole day. Still am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4609334692425784124?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4609334692425784124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=4609334692425784124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4609334692425784124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4609334692425784124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/outrage.html' title='OUTRAGE!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5569191607786979413</id><published>2007-08-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:26:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCHS Security Guard:&lt;/span&gt; (looks at ID) O! Diba dapat may blue yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? Ah kasi half-day lang ang mga 4th yr. ngayon. Nag-exam lang kasi kami e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCHSSG:&lt;/span&gt; (looks bewildered) ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; Nag-test lang kami ng NCAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCHSSG:&lt;/span&gt; Ahh. Lahat ng 4th yr.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; (nods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PCHSSG:&lt;/span&gt; Ahh okey. (lets us off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahahahahahhaha!!!! Maaaan, that felt good! Hihi wala kaming Chinese classes ngayon!!! Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*remembers CAT tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...groans...  +_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5569191607786979413?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/5569191607786979413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=5569191607786979413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5569191607786979413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5569191607786979413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/ncae.html' title='NCAE.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6181166187034449307</id><published>2007-08-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:31:24.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY.</title><content type='html'>Omigaaad! I've finally done it! I've finished writing my three, YES, THREEEEE, articles for Tanglaw!!! Yippeeyooyippeeyay! And I thought I wasn't gonna pass anything! Hahahahahahaha!!! Because of the pressure, expectations and motivation from friends...I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT! Omigod I'm so happy! LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got *ahem* a nicely written editorial and 2 friggin' news pieces! I know. Compared to the stuff I did last year (I wrote like 3-5 articles per issue, I think), they weren't much, but who effin' CARES?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION: Procrastination is my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6181166187034449307?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6181166187034449307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6181166187034449307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6181166187034449307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6181166187034449307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title='YAY.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3304403874772249826</id><published>2007-08-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:03:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No inspiration.</title><content type='html'>I have no inspiration right now. Oh, believe me, it's not like i-don't-have-a-crush-right-now-i-think-im-gonna-get-one. Because I DO have lots of crushes. Gaspard Ulliel, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is that nothing fills up my soul anymore. Every thing's oh so bland. So boring. I feel numb. Nothing. Not a single nerve in my body seems to be responding anymore. I think I'm paralyzed. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might get inspired with the film, "Paris, je t'aime", but no. I did get a little bit emotional when I saw the film, but right now, it's all back to normal. This writer's block thing is really annoying me. No words come out except when I'm writing in this blog. But who would wanna hear about my rants, complaints and random blah blah blahs in a school paper? No one. The whole student body will think I'm a crazy hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. See. I'm just rambling about nothing. Just spontaneous words. No meaning, whatsoever. I need to find photographs. Good ones, of course. I know they're the only ones that can erase this loneliness, this feeling of anxiety I've been having ever since... who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 6-day weekend (thanks to Bagyong Egay) made me think a lot. Stuff that I didn't care about. Stuff that I decided to ignore. Everything that's been bugging me. They made me feel a whole lot worse because of the HUGE pressure they had on me. Still have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish this phase (or whatever it is) would fade away now, because I wanna go back to being my carefree old self. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3304403874772249826?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3304403874772249826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3304403874772249826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3304403874772249826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3304403874772249826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-inspiration.html' title='No inspiration.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8728917570935232957</id><published>2007-08-20T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T19:41:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Rachel Wood + Marilyn Manson = PUKE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rsl9vPRNmBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_X3SJXp8N7A/s1600-h/marilyn_manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rsl9vPRNmBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_X3SJXp8N7A/s200/marilyn_manson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100746303479846930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaAaAAAaaHhhhH!!! I still Can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;believe that Evan Rachel Wood is going out with Marilyn Manson. I mean, can you even imagine? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't. Manson says that Wood is his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I puke.  *moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the topic. I do like Evan Rachel Wood. She's one of the most fantastic actresses of her generation. Remember the music video, "Wake Me Up When September Ends" and the movie, "Thirteen"? Yeah, she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl. And do you remember her love interest in the "September" video? Jamie Bell, that's who. Well, he was her first love (she even tattooed his initial on her ankle), and I approved of the coupling, since, well, I adore Jamie Bell too. He's equally wonderful as an actor. He was the kid in "Billy Elliot", by the way. So anyway, maybe I'm just disappointed that Evan replaced Jamie with Marilyn Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. *still nauseating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19142728-8728917570935232957?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8728917570935232957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=8728917570935232957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8728917570935232957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8728917570935232957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/evan-rachel-wood-marilyn-manson-puke.html' title='Evan Rachel Wood + Marilyn Manson = PUKE.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rsl9vPRNmBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_X3SJXp8N7A/s72-c/marilyn_manson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4224204516351387888</id><published>2007-08-20T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:03:53.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALL OUT BOY MADNESS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've got tickets to the Fall Out Boy concert this September in Araneta Coliseum! Whoopieeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom will chaperon me, so.... *silence*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAAY, rocking out and singing at the top of my lungs is another topic. I kinda feel shy and quiet around my mom. *sighs* I mean, who goes to a rock concert with a parent? NO ONE. Ok, maybe there are little pre-pubescent kids who do, but a 16-year-old like me? Naaah. Not likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I'm going to a FOB concert!!! *faints* +_+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4224204516351387888?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/4224204516351387888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=4224204516351387888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4224204516351387888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4224204516351387888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/fall-out-boy-madness.html' title='FALL OUT BOY MADNESS!!!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8702187540597214821</id><published>2007-08-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:21:15.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th arrondissement</title><content type='html'>From Paris, Je T'aime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqstlUU_kD0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqstlUU_kD0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8702187540597214821?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8702187540597214821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=8702187540597214821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8702187540597214821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8702187540597214821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/14th-arrondissement.html' title='14th arrondissement'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7144685485661552070</id><published>2007-08-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:19:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour Eiffel</title><content type='html'>Another one of my favorites from the film, Paris Je T'aime. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcXwqc1ym10"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bcXwqc1ym10" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7144685485661552070?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7144685485661552070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7144685485661552070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7144685485661552070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7144685485661552070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/tour-eiffel.html' title='Tour Eiffel'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2017372592701404078</id><published>2007-08-19T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:04:45.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Je T'aime = LOVE</title><content type='html'>J'adore (I adore) this film! You should see it, guys. It's about Paris, the city of love. It's actually an anthology of 18 (originally 20) segments or short films compiled in one beautiful French movie. The main theme here is LOVE. Different kinds of it are portrayed in every segment, and each one is just as moving, funny, unpredictable and heartwarming as the next. Mind you, I don't use the word "heartwarming" very often, so you MUST see it! Anyway, this clip here (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quais de Seine&lt;/span&gt;)is one of my favorite segments of the film. Leila Bekhti is gorgeous. Plus, Cyril Descours is, dare I say it, super cute. &gt;_&lt; (NO SUBTITLES. SO SORRY!!! IT'S THE ONLY ONE I COULD FIND IN YOUTUBE)  &lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdxdMhhh5H0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdxdMhhh5H0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2017372592701404078?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2017372592701404078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2017372592701404078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2017372592701404078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2017372592701404078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/paris-je-taime-love.html' title='Paris Je T&apos;aime = LOVE'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7251305134781497434</id><published>2007-08-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:50:41.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-0-0 Posts!!! Omigod.</title><content type='html'>Happy 100th Post, bloggie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blogspot, not Multiply. Confused? Kasi there's this feature in Multiply where I can both post my entries in Blogspot and Multiply at the same time. Para 'di doble ang trabaho. Get it? Oh wellll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD. This is my 100th post, and I couldn't even post anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. What's wrong with me?! Actually, I've been thinking about this hundredth-post thing for quite a while now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What should I post? Something moving? Funny perhaps? &lt;/span&gt;But then, a second before I hit the "Create New Post" button, I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that was dramatic, then I applaud you for being sympathetic. It's just that things aren't ... I dunno, worth writing about. I couldn't think of anything that deserves to be posted in my 100th entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from the most dreadful thing that could ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I even hate the term, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The words that only deserve to be whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for Tanglaw articles is TWO fucking days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't written anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the editor-in-chief, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It's sad, right? Sometimes I think I don't deserve it. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7251305134781497434?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/7251305134781497434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=7251305134781497434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7251305134781497434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7251305134781497434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-0-0-posts-omigod.html' title='1-0-0 Posts!!! Omigod.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6421926654941796165</id><published>2007-07-24T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:01:09.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last! Finally! Sa wakas! Magkakaroon na rin daw kami ng Chinese books tomorrow! Say goodbye to Lesson Plans! LOL. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eto ang mahapdi:&lt;/span&gt; Just last week, I lost my Lesson Plan (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bi ji ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;) so I Xerox-ed all the pages of my friend's Lesson Plan. Gaah! I just wasted my P50. Tsaka andami ko na ring scratch paper!!! Waa. T_T Tapos we're gonna rewrite our essays (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;zuo wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;). Eh naka insert sa loob ng Plan ko yung original copy! Patay! My teacher told us na 'pag nawala daw namin, gagawa daw ulit kami. Shiiiiiiit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I just got a preview on what our Chinese books will look like. My brother got his today and I just LOL'd. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqXk9NR-sZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uKRsAwNGHbA/s1600-h/IMG_8935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqXk9NR-sZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uKRsAwNGHbA/s320/IMG_8935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090726694000439698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PH&lt;/span&gt;ilipinos?! LMAO. Tapos tapos tapos yung content ganun pa rin gaya ng past school years. Naiba lang yung cover. RAINBOW DEEEEELIGHT! Sorry if you don't get my sense of humor. It's slightly deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other phenomena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqXoYNR-saI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PKJkD6DSk5k/s1600-h/IMG_8950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqXoYNR-saI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PKJkD6DSk5k/s200/IMG_8950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090730456391791010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me likeys Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6421926654941796165?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/6421926654941796165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=6421926654941796165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6421926654941796165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6421926654941796165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqXk9NR-sZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uKRsAwNGHbA/s72-c/IMG_8935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3393147046951630919</id><published>2007-07-22T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:07:06.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron/Hermione Spoiler!!!!!</title><content type='html'>LOL. I looove spoilers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION: What happened to Ron and Hermione in HP and the Deathly Hallows? (Highlight below to read):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ANSWER: --&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; They ended up together, of course. Hermione made out (kissed;snogged;whatever) with Ron in The Battle of Hogwarts, and in the epilogue, they were seen as an already married couple with two children, Rose and Hugo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--&gt; END SPOILER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&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/19142728-3393147046951630919?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3393147046951630919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3393147046951630919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3393147046951630919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3393147046951630919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/ronhermione-spoiler.html' title='Ron/Hermione Spoiler!!!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2400188055686562895</id><published>2007-07-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:28:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 UPD!</title><content type='html'>Just came back from UP Diliman. Clarisa and Jennifer tagged along together with my mom and Shobe. It was, I think, a 30-minute ride, and when we finally arrived, we were so in awe because of the huge, no, VAAAAAAAAAAAAST campus area! After we looked around and searched for our assigned UPCAT buildings, I concluded that, yes, I HEART UP Diliman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, I finally got a look at the UP Film Institute! WAA! My FUTURE is inside that building! =D lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqHPLNR-sYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bECaIl2KnVI/s1600-h/film_welcome.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqHPLNR-sYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bECaIl2KnVI/s320/film_welcome.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089576845355954562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tsaka, eto pa. We also passed by SOLAIR (Dunno the meaning of the abbreviation. School of Labor and...blahblah, I think). Eh yun yung test building (Tama ba yung term? Ay ewan.) ni Lester. Haha! Nakakatakot! Parang haunted house! (No offense to those who study there =)) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay. Nababaliw na ata ako. Sana 'di ako ma-obsess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2400188055686562895?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/2400188055686562895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=2400188055686562895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2400188055686562895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2400188055686562895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-3-upd.html' title='I &lt;3 UPD!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqHPLNR-sYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bECaIl2KnVI/s72-c/film_welcome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3792213008210757476</id><published>2007-07-21T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:52:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter 7</title><content type='html'>Haha. Just this morning, my mom bought THE much-awaited final installment to the Harry Potter series! WAAA! So excited! I browsed a few pages (I always do that to a new book) and found out who are going to diiiiie. Yep, it's not just one. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqHJKNR-sXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Lf4fISDKLgY/s1600-h/hpdhcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqHJKNR-sXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Lf4fISDKLgY/s320/hpdhcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089570231106318706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3792213008210757476?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/3792213008210757476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=3792213008210757476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3792213008210757476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3792213008210757476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-7.html' title='Harry Potter 7'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RqHJKNR-sXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Lf4fISDKLgY/s72-c/hpdhcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-9136550187818996467</id><published>2007-07-21T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:54:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You!</title><content type='html'>This conversation happened yesterday while I was giving Lester his birthday card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oi! Halika nga dito!&lt;br /&gt;Lester: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;*I hand out the card*&lt;br /&gt;Lester: Anu yan? Yung script? (na gusto niyang ipagawa sakin)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Di ah!&lt;br /&gt;*He gets the card*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Buksan mo na!&lt;br /&gt;Lester: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sige na! Uy yung blowout mo nasaan!?&lt;br /&gt;Lester: Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uy anu na?! Libre nga diba?&lt;br /&gt;Lester: I love you! *jokingly*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gago! Hoy nasan na nga yung blowout!?!!!!! &gt;:-}&lt;br /&gt;Lester: WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. Crazy boy. That was the first time na may nagsabi sakin ng "I Love You" aside from my family. Tapos pa-joke pa yun ah! Bopols talaga. FYI, I never took it seriously. Syempre tawa pa siya ng tawa nung sinabi niya yun. Hahahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-9136550187818996467?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/9136550187818996467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=9136550187818996467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/9136550187818996467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/9136550187818996467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha.html' title='I Love You!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8333976896040305291</id><published>2007-07-21T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:44:09.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPD! UPD! UPD!</title><content type='html'>We're gonna go to UP Diliman today. AaaH! So excited! It's my future school! gaawd. If I don't pass the UPCAT, I'll commit suicide! *knocks on wood* Just kidding. BTW, this is what I wrote in my UP application form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st choice (branch): UP Diliman - 1st choice (course): Film and Audio-Visual Comm.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           2nd choice (course): Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd choice (branch): UP Manila - 1st choice (course): Computer Science&lt;br /&gt;                                                           2nd choice (course): Behavioral Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But i realllllllly wanna get into Film! Puh-leaaaassse!! Anyway, I'm gonna apply to UST and De La Salle, too. Those are my top three schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8333976896040305291?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/feeds/8333976896040305291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19142728&amp;postID=8333976896040305291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8333976896040305291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8333976896040305291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/upd-upd-upd.html' title='UPD! UPD! UPD!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4281745660854602096</id><published>2007-07-17T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:57:27.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISLIKE mode</title><content type='html'>Our preparation status for the jingle (more like jungle because of the cat fights) - making contest is a TOTAL, I repeat, TOTAL explosion of unending confusion. You know why? It's all because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;of my co-members who just wouldn't SHUT UP. Every time we've come to decision, there's always, ALWAYS somebody who would butt in and begin saying, "You know what guys, maybe we should change it up a bit...". GAAAAHHHH!! Can't they be stopped!? Jeezas Christ, we've gone through that phase a gazillion times, and yet, they just couldn't get a hold of themselves. Why can't they just listen and follow the leader or the choreographer? Do they even KNOW what the jobs of those two are? The leader LEADS and the choreographer CHOREOGRAPHS. Gawd, that was so easy, right? Anyway, it seemed that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt; forgot what she learned in her vocabulary lessons in kindergarten. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's the pre-performance performance. LOL. We'll sing tomorrow in the classroom and on stage at the auditorium on Friday. I hope we do well and I reaaaallly wish that the annoying "smartass" would stitch her mouth close. *Hopes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4281745660854602096?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4281745660854602096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4281745660854602096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/dislike-mode.html' title='DISLIKE mode'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4593000167875861356</id><published>2007-07-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:08:29.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee...</title><content type='html'>Gaaah! I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DROWNING &lt;/span&gt;with so much work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tanglaw (DUH. It never goes away.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Yearbook (not yet happenin' but just WAIT. After a few months, my lungs will be filled with so much water I could DIIIIIE.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Academic Stuff (UGH. 'Nuff said.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pep Rally (Speeches, parades, frilly stuff. HELP! Just kidding 'bout the frilly stuff. =P)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sabayang Bigkas (Tagalog! Bulol galore!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Jingle-Making Contest (My throat is SORE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; stuff, yet it's still the First Grading! Gahhh! No WAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future Drowners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seniors' Ball (Now THIS is the part where the frilly stuff begins. I won't give in though. *wink wink*)&lt;br /&gt;2. Research Paper (...No comment... &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Umm...umm... Well, whatever comes, just let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current state: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/19142728-4593000167875861356?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4593000167875861356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4593000167875861356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee...'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1598152522228727047</id><published>2007-06-30T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:08:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haynako...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the new editor-in-chief of Tanglaw this year. I'm honored and happy about it, yes, but somehow someone makes me feel so... I dunno, not worthy enough. There's a certain someone in school (he's not a student, but he doesn't have a high position in the campus, either) who's been bugging me even way before meetings in Tanglaw (this year) started. He's really x999999999 annoying. So annoying. Even more annoying than cheesy local variety shows. Even more annoying than Regine Velasquez. Basta. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He attacked the first time 2 or 3 weeks ago when we just started the new school year. He just seemed like he's not in favor of me being the new EIC. So what if I'm not popular?! So what if I'm not an honor student?! So what if I don't talk much?! SO WHAT!? Puh-lease. He can't judge me like that. He's not in the position to do that. But still, I felt like a shrinking violet when he told me those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we had our first informal meeting yesterday (Steph - my asst. EIC for the 4th year, and Mrs. Marcos), he was at it again. And it felt like the first time. Again. He told me some stuff and he was kinda implying that I don't have what it takes to take on the job. He made me feel stupid. At first, he even asked, "Ikaw na ba ang editor?!" It's an innocent question but he made it sound so disgusting. Like he REAAAAAALLLLYYYY doesn't want me to be the EIC. And I was like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm not that dumb!! I know how things are operated! I've been hooked on Tanglaw ever since I read my first copy of it way waaaaay back in the 90's!!!!! And I've been a member for almost 3 years! 3 years! OK!? I observed a lot! Even if I don't talk much! HELLO!? Does that ring any bells?! Jeezus Christ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say that out loud, of course. I just wanted to punch him. Haaay... I think I'm gonna see more of HIM in the future. Ugh. Hate that guy. It's a good thing I became the EIC or else he would laugh his ass off and tell everyone he was right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not trying to sound boastful or anything&lt;/span&gt;, but Tanglaw is my only guilty pleasure throughout my bittersweet high school years. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's painful but fruitful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I learned a lot from it and I'm willing to take it to the next level. And if someone just steps on and shatters my dream, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WOULDN'T TAKE IT&lt;/span&gt;. My motto is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you mess with me, then you're in big trouble"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after all, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1598152522228727047?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1598152522228727047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1598152522228727047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/06/haynako.html' title='Haynako...'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6852660935646183785</id><published>2007-06-12T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:14:49.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oguri Shun is Sooo Kawaii!!!</title><content type='html'>ZOMFG!!! I'm so into Oguri Shun (superKAWAII Japanese actor; a.k.a. Hanazawa Rui from Hana Yori Dango, the BEST romantic comedy series ever) right now! He's my brand new OPPA!!! Oh wait, that's Korean... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha~~~!!! When I first saw him in Hana Yori Dango's pilot episode, I thought he was not that good-looking, but BOY, was I wrong! So wrong! In fact, in after every episode, I grew liking him more and more! LMAO. Anyway, here are some pics for your satisfaction.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OV3_BiWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rpS1hXLtzbE/s1600-h/hyd2_backstage_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OV3_BiWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rpS1hXLtzbE/s320/hyd2_backstage_020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075150336549816674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OLH_BiVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t6TXeztaSOY/s1600-h/hyd2_backstage_037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OLH_BiVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/t6TXeztaSOY/s320/hyd2_backstage_037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075150151866222930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OCX_BiUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EAcA6MamO5g/s1600-h/hyd2_backstage_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OCX_BiUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EAcA6MamO5g/s320/hyd2_backstage_056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075150001542367554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6N43_BiTI/AAAAAAAAADs/yccEnAxc8GA/s1600-h/hyd2_backstage_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6N43_BiTI/AAAAAAAAADs/yccEnAxc8GA/s320/hyd2_backstage_047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075149838333610290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6NqX_BiSI/AAAAAAAAADk/62ppkB0EDFI/s1600-h/actorsstyle2004autumnoguri019c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6NqX_BiSI/AAAAAAAAADk/62ppkB0EDFI/s320/actorsstyle2004autumnoguri019c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075149589225507106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6NTn_BiRI/AAAAAAAAADc/N9SNaTPPNyk/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6NTn_BiRI/AAAAAAAAADc/N9SNaTPPNyk/s320/s320x240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075149198383483154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Hanazawa Rui (in HYD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm57Tn_BiOI/AAAAAAAAADE/RSjN8B3oruo/s1600-h/shun4qu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm57Tn_BiOI/AAAAAAAAADE/RSjN8B3oruo/s320/shun4qu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075129407174183138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo courtesy of Eunice! Wahahah! TY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6EQ3_BiPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZBZ_LvVRk1s/s1600-h/71411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6EQ3_BiPI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZBZ_LvVRk1s/s320/71411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075139255534192882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6HDH_BiQI/AAAAAAAAADU/sp92OxCFSBY/s1600-h/shun516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6HDH_BiQI/AAAAAAAAADU/sp92OxCFSBY/s320/shun516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075142317845874946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Shun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yep, I'm an adik.&lt;/span&gt;&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/19142728-6852660935646183785?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6852660935646183785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6852660935646183785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/06/oguri-shun-is-sooo-kawaii.html' title='Oguri Shun is Sooo Kawaii!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rm6OV3_BiWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rpS1hXLtzbE/s72-c/hyd2_backstage_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-155266397266066209</id><published>2007-06-06T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:42:07.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>Ok. I have to clarify this. Mrs. Marcos will be our Tanglaw adviser this year, not a real journalist. I was a bit disappointed because I was so excited to meet the almost non-existent journalist. Add it to the fact that even though Mrs. Marcos will no doubt be a great adviser, she doesn't have any experience about the publishing business. BUT. So are we. Anyway, something happened in school today regarding me and Tanglaw (not including other people;just me). I don't wanna spill details because it's a bit... um, discouraging on my part. I felt a little offended and shocked. I really wasn't expecting to hear that. I mean, they don't even know me to say that. Well, people are people. And people are always gonna judge you no matter what good you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip to another topic, guys. I don't wanna spend all this time whining about that. It's not even a good enough reason to break me. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     --------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the L/L issue. Well, I don't wanna blog about that anymore. End of discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-155266397266066209?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/155266397266066209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/155266397266066209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/06/college-anxiety.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1039868209139089400</id><published>2007-06-04T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:03:26.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's the first day of school. Hay grabe andaming nangyari. First off, two of my closest friends, Marla and Dianne, transferred to section C! Tapos kanina umiyak pa nga si Marla sa sobrang disappointment. Grabe talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Tabuzo is our adviser this year. Ok lang siya pero most of my classmates prefer Mr. Borbon, who, by the way, won't be our Physics teacher this year. Anwyay, the morning classes were alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another news I got today was that Mrs. Bilgera (or any other English teacher for this matter) is not gonna be our Tanglaw advisor. Instead, we're gonna have a REAL journalist leading us. Of course, I was really ecstatic kasi experienced na yun tsaka finally, magiging "something" na yung school paper namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Our Chinese class was a total yawn! Kahit substitute lang yung nagturo samin...grabe!!! Halos lahat kami mapapatulog na! Ang boring! Amp! Tapos feeling strict pa! Haynako kaasar din kasi yung real teacher namin si BULLDOG! E may reputation din yun na BORING magturo! Matanda na kasi e. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, eto na ang BIGTIME!!! Sina *Losyang at *Lupin (codenames, if you please XD) ay nagde-date na!!! Yung nalaman ko, I was like, "Oh My Effin' Gawd!!!!!! WTF!?" Gulat ako grabe! As in! To the highest level! At kung meron mang mas tataas pa sa highest level ay yun na yun!!! Maybe even higher than that!!! Ganun talaga ang reaction ko! I won't tell details kasi baka makita ng isa sa kanila at baka magalit pa sakin. Hmm... Actually, parang galit na nga sakin si *Lupin eh. Never kami nagpansinan kanina no! As if naman! Atsaka kung masama ang loob niya sakin BAHALA SIYA SA BUHAY NIYA! I don't give a fuckin' damn about *Lupin! Tsaka sa kanyang suckylicious wannabe GF or whatever *Losyang is. Basta all I know for a FACT is that *Lupin is an effin' womanizer! He's like a mosquito flying from one victim to the next, then sucking out all his victim's blood until all that's left is a humongous red swollen patch of skin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate womanizers, playboys, chickboys, players or whatever the fuck society calls them! I loathe their ways and schemes! I want to cut all their *bleep* and burn them!!! Jeeeez. When will men ever learn!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1039868209139089400?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1039868209139089400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1039868209139089400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/06/omfg.html' title='OMFG!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1163272097899749223</id><published>2007-05-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:14:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's my 16th birthday today. It was awful at first, but it got better at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with this sinking feeling of not wanting to go to rev class. It's my birthday, for Pete Wentz's sake! But I had to go, so I did. We paid for it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got to class, my seatmate was absent. Now lookathat. I should've been the one in her position. I'm the birthday girl! I'm not supposed to spend the whole morning stuck inside the ugly four walls of the boring classroom! Anyway, I got over it pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, opened the door, and -surprise!- there was my mom holding our infamous videocamera. I knew it. I knew this would happen. I know all about my mom's tackyness. I just knew it. Sigh. Anyway, I got over it pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the picture-taking session didn't take long. Actually, it was more like 3 minutes. Seriously. All I had to do was: Sit. Smile. Blow (the candles, that is). Repeat. Anyway, I got over it pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cake was, dare I say it, pink. The actual butter cake was covered with white icing but the decorations, flower frosting, etc. were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It wasn't exactly what I wanted (I wanted it to be rectangular, with BIG flowers and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN ICING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! I love green icing. It always tastes different). Anyway, I got over it pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mom told me that when she was at the mall, she saw my two closest friends with another not-so-close friend shopping there! They probably enrolled in school before they went there, but the hardest part was, they didn't even invite me or greet me "Happy Birthday!" even as a text message! I mean, some of the people I'm annoyed with greeted me first. It was a nightmare! I've always had problems with those two specific friends, but this time, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I HAVE HAD IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was hurt. I was really hurt. And add it to the fact that they even went with said not-so-close friend. What was that?! Were they replacing me with someone they can automatically relate to?! They know I'm not the most patriotic Filipino around. They know I hate watching local shows, movies, etc. They cannot relate to my hobbies. But they just threw out our many years of friendship! It was a horrible, horrible feeling. I was speechless. I just cannot believe it. They didn't even invite me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with the other things I told you about. The cake, rev class, videocam, etc. I got over them pretty fast as I already told you hundreds of times, but the one concerning my so-called "best friends" (more like bitch friends, I think!), hah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm SOOO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; OVER IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawdjeez, I even cried! I mean, yeah, I always cry during my birthday (Still don't know the hell why), but this time, I really felt the pain. I felt the pain of betrayal. Of disloyalty. Of unfaithfulness. Of backstabbing. Of..of...attack. I know they didn't mean for me to know. But I had to know from SOMEBODY ELSE (my mom, for Pete Wentz's sake!) about what they did. It was an excruciating stab of pain. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told some of my friends about through text, and some of them sympathized with me. (Thanks to Josie and Janno!) I went online and played GoPets, and even strangers (the GoPets players) greeted me, gave me gifts (in form of GoPets items and gold shells). It felt great. I felt special. And then I thought, "Screw the people who aren't grateful for all the things I did for them. Screw those whom I thought had my trust. Screw those pathetic people whom I stupidly made friends with. SCREW THEM!" I would've replaced "screw" with the F-word, but I'm not really an evil person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my birthday was bittersweet. I learned a lesson that I would never ever forget, and plus, we're gonna watch DVDs tonight! Yep, that's just the icing on the cake. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1163272097899749223?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1163272097899749223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1163272097899749223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/05/bittersweet-16.html' title='Bittersweet 16'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3582451583474906542</id><published>2007-05-08T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:43:07.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate having two personalities.</title><content type='html'>Life is so...unsettling...boring...right now. And by life, I mean "rev class life". Everyday, I feel anxious. Like something wrong is gonna come up. I hate feeling like that. It makes me cringe. And I don't like cringeing, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm wasting my time. I know about all the things these classes will do to me. Yes, they can help me. They &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; help me. It's just that I hate the fact that I'm spending whole mornings sitting there, listening to stuff I've already heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Now that was the "anxious me" talking. Let's now hear it for the "not-fully-optimistic-but-still-kinda-optimistic-me".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sort of okay to me, actually. I mean, all I do there is sit, listen and answer some questions. I learn more, in fact. There are tests everyday and to my shock, I got low grades at some of them. I really can't believe that I still need to catch up on a lot of things. A lot. Especially my vocabulary. I mean, I thought my vocab was good. I get really high scores in English in my school, but this was the first time I failed an English exam. The first I tell you. It was a little disheartening, but I had to get through it. I really had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mixed feelings. Ugh, it's annoying. I don't know what to feel. Should I be happy, anxious or both? I really don't know. It's all static to me. T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3582451583474906542?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3582451583474906542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3582451583474906542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-having-two-personalities.html' title='I hate having two personalities.'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1349905808806025727</id><published>2007-05-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:43:38.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired..Nostalgic...Anxious...I Hate This Feeling...</title><content type='html'>I don't like what I'm feeling at all. The thing about starting school is dreadful in its plain essence, whatever that means, but starting "school" one month early is just one big "ARGH!!!". The first day of review classes started early this morning. It's an 8am-12pm session, so from now on, I always have to get up at 7. WHICH IS NAUSEATING. At first I wasn't so sure about this whole thing, but my mom worked her way in and convinced me to just do it. So I did. I mean, what if I end up failing UP and UST, right? I wouldn't want that. Oh, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we only had diagnostic tests today which always isn't that much fun. There were only 14 of us, I think. And the worst thing that can happen happened. Ugh, I don't even wanna say it. It's just that I thought all my classmates were gonna be strangers ... but all hell broke loose... and there they were. I just really don't like these people. They're part of my list of "People I Least Want to Be Friends With". So, my experience this morning wasn't all satisfying. It was, again, NAUSEATING. And I hope to get this thing over with so I could move on with my normal life and enjoy the rest of the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godjeez, help me go through this phase!!! I hate it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1349905808806025727?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1349905808806025727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1349905808806025727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/05/tirednostalgicanxiousi-hate-this.html' title='Tired..Nostalgic...Anxious...I Hate This Feeling...'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8607695946402634088</id><published>2007-04-23T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:08:44.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Get Enough of Archie and the Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RiyFiKqTiLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0WdrjlDC0CI/s1600-h/ARCHIE%20fcbd04%20cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056563303654066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RiyFiKqTiLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0WdrjlDC0CI/s320/ARCHIE%2520fcbd04%2520cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news. I have finally decided to collect Archie comics OFFICIALLY. It means that yes, I've been buying Archie comics for as long as I can remember (I was, like, 6 or 7 then. Anyway, I'll tell you about it later), but last night, I thought about buying comic book boxes, plastic containers, etc. It was a mad, mad idea but the good thing is, we already have like HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS of comic books to start with so it's not gonna be a big problem or nuisance. Oh man, I can feel the excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I wanna tell you about the first time I bought an Archie. I was 6 or 7, right? And at that time, my mom had a store in Tutuban so I often hung out there when I was out of school. So one time, my mom and I went up to the top floor, where the movie theatre was. And there was a little store there, full of knick knacks. We went there to look at stuff. While my mom was talking to the store owner, something caught my eye. It was -surprise, surprise!- an Archie comic. And Betty and Archie were on the cover. It wasn't a double digest. Just a thin comic book. But it really attracted me. I didn't have the guts to tell mom that I wanted to buy it, so we just went back to mom's store. We moved on to do some other stuff, but the only thing on my mind was that comic book, so finally, I told my mom about it, so she gave me money (a hundred pesos, i think) and asked my Tita Velia to accompany me to the store. I bought the comic and I remember feeling so happy and relieved to finally reading it and finding out what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archie and the Gang represent the promising youth. They relate to us and we relate to them. We all know what they're doing because we go through the same stuff, too. I realized that I was a little young when I first read it, but it somehow gave me some perspective about life, my peers, youth, teenhood, etc. It lead me to believe that anything is possible in this world, and even though the series aims to make the reader laugh, it changed my whole view of things. It also made me want to read other kinds of stuff. I graduated from fairy tales and went on to much more mature reading materials. It was refreshing. It still is. Now, I regret about how I once vandalized those comic books. Some of them have missing covers due to age, but I'm glad the content is still untarnished and readable. The Archie comic series is a work of genius. I don't think there's nothing else in the world quite like it. Yes, there are far more humorous comics out there, but they don't have the charm, the pizzazz, the storylines, the teen troubles, love triangles, disgruntled teachers and professors, and I mean, who doesn't wanna go hang out at Pop Tate's? Even in a fictional world? I hope you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archie comics are an important part of my childhood and adolescence. And now, I wanna pay tribute to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8607695946402634088?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8607695946402634088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8607695946402634088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-cant-get-enough-of-archie-and-gang.html' title='You Can&apos;t Get Enough of Archie and the Gang'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/RiyFiKqTiLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0WdrjlDC0CI/s72-c/ARCHIE%2520fcbd04%2520cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1170355197931452677</id><published>2007-04-23T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:19:04.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th Birthday Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src='http://files.poqbum.com/Files/Gens/countdown/countdown/cndplayer.swf?skinn=http://files.poqbum.com/Files/Gens/countdown/countdown/skin6.swf&amp;bg_mc=10330621&amp;tcm=e817be&amp;tcu=e9feff&amp;msg=My%20Bittersweet%2016th%20Birthday%21%20%3DP&amp;tyear=2007&amp;tmonth=5&amp;tday=16&amp;thours=7&amp;tminutes=18&amp;tseconds=59' wmode='transparent' quality='high' width='300' height='180' name='cndplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1170355197931452677?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1170355197931452677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1170355197931452677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/birthday-countdown.html' title='16th Birthday Countdown!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1892678572247050039</id><published>2007-04-21T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:00:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><content type='html'>Like the layout? Yeah? Good. No? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently into classic movies so I chose this really clean, really simple minimalist kind of layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I chose something that's totally out of my comfort zone. I'm more into punk rock stuff, you know. Skulls, crossbones, black/pink stuff (Remember my old layout?). But this time, I wanted to take a chance on something neat so I did. And this is what I found on Blogskins. It's quite simple, but it has a striking personality. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1892678572247050039?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1892678572247050039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1892678572247050039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6630241434359985357</id><published>2007-04-17T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:09:52.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Stuff</title><content type='html'>So, apparently, this post is all about college stuff. Not something worth giggling about, but still pretty revelant in my life. Well, of course it's relevant. Anyway, I'm gonna attend this review center on May 2 and my reviewing will continue on until May 29. My mom wants me to pass the University of the Philippines (UP; Manila? Diliman? Whatever) and of course, the University of Santo Tomas (UST). They are both so important that I had to write them in their complete complete complete spelling. Including the paranthesized abbreviations. Wait, is "paranthesized" a verb? So anyway, for the first time, I actually agree with my mom, since hey, who wouldn't wanna go to those big universities, right? Right? I actually do. So if you're thinking, "What about Ateneo or De La Salle?" Well all I gotta say is "Ateneo what?" Because it's super expensive and it's too far away from home sweet home. I wasn't even thinking of going there in the first place so "Goodbye Ateneo! Goodbye the color blue!" What about De La Salle? Hmm.. I dunno. I haven't thought about it. All I'm thinking of is UP! UST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next up is my course. I have lots of choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Psychology&lt;br /&gt;2. Literature&lt;br /&gt;3. Behavioral Sciences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not in specific order, by the way. Number 1 and Number 3 are sorta kinda similar. Number 2 is "easy for me", as the others say. They're all interesting and I wanna take them all, but I gotta choose. Right now, I'm kinda more into Number 2, but I dunno if it'll change in the future, so I still have to keep Numbers 1 and 3 in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I'm not yet a senior (incoming, btw), but I'm sooooo FREAKIN' OUT right now!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?! What do I do?! HELP!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6630241434359985357?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6630241434359985357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6630241434359985357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/college-stuff.html' title='College Stuff'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-3049285111451450709</id><published>2007-04-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:21:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true-blue gilmore girl</title><content type='html'>so. i started the gilmore girls season 1-6 dvd marathon this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just right. the witty banter, the intelligent comebacks, the not-so-kilig-but-still-fairly-kilig moments, and the always pleasing smile-worthy scenes are just right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay, the word "right" doesn't cut it, but nevertheless, it was really good. i loved the dialogue and the timing. it was impeccable. flawless, even. oh wait, they mean the same thing. perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh my gogo dancer. that was, probably, the worst review one could possibly come up with. i'm just not good at explaining stuff, you know. all the nicer things i could've said are all trapped in my head, waiting to see sunshine and not gray matter. i'm just not good at this "reviewing" crap. ugh. i feel so disgusted with myself. i think i'm gonna barf. wait, maybe i'm pregnant. or not. kidding. about the "i'm pregnant" part, of course. god, i'm such a dweeb. so shoot me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-3049285111451450709?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3049285111451450709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/3049285111451450709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-blue-gilmore-girl.html' title='true-blue gilmore girl'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8637730356491416910</id><published>2007-04-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:23:22.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>I now have braces. Yes, those metal thingies stuck on your teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it doesn't hurt because kinabit lang yung metal pero after 2 or 3 weeks, I'm going back to the dentist para ma-straighten na yung teeth. That's the "ouch" part, I think. I honestly don't know what's gonna happen with my eating because right now, I'm having a hard time chewing stuff (of course, I only had soup for dinner awhile ago). It's like my teeth and jaws are compressed or something. I can only swallow the food, not chew it. God knows what's gonna happen if I choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the update for today. Just wanna share that with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch Ugly Betty ya'll!!! Daniel Meade (played by Eric Mabius) is delicious. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8637730356491416910?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8637730356491416910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8637730356491416910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4371770307082935421</id><published>2007-04-09T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:47:59.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Betty - Soooooo Damn Good!</title><content type='html'>Oh Gawd. Sorry if I haven't posted in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry if I still haven't told ya'll about my super nauseating trip to La Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I've been hooked to icon-making. It's so addictive! Anyway, if you wanna see my artwork, just head over to &lt;a href="http://vanillapunk.livejournal.com"&gt;my icon dump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, WATCH UGLY BETTY!!!! It previewed last night on Studio 23 (9:15pm)and it was so DAMN AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel + Betty = Aww... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D/B Shipper forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fangirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4371770307082935421?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4371770307082935421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4371770307082935421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugly-betty-soooooo-damn-good.html' title='Ugly Betty - Soooooo Damn Good!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1085356907540044260</id><published>2007-03-30T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:28:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Bad At All</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Maybe this summer vacation won't be so bad after all. My parents are already planning an overnight (not so sure on this part) stay at San Fernando, La Union for the Holy Week. First off, we're gonna go to Manaoag (Pangasinan) on Sunday, then, we'll head off straight to La Union (w/c is adjacent to the latter) to visit a friend of my mom's and probably we'll go sightseeing after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Not so bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was gonna spend all summer trapped in side the 4 corners of my room. Well, surprises always come in good packages, so I'm not so bummed anymore. The funny thing was that the upcoming trip was planned at the last minute. Meaning today. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm currently addicted to Go Pets right now, so please, everyone, DO NOT DISTURB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a Go Pets account, pls. add me: vanillafrosting&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1085356907540044260?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1085356907540044260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1085356907540044260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-so-bad-at-all.html' title='Not So Bad At All'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-6918483034690412485</id><published>2007-03-28T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:02:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore Throat-Prone</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe this! I got a sore throat again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sigh. I just hate sore throats. I HATE them sooo much! I don't even know know why I'm so prone to them. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found a somewhat "reliable" reason a long time ago. I bought this Astrology book in a bookstall in our school during the annual Book Fair because everyone's buying it. (Oh yes, I was a wannabe in grade school. Thankfully, I'm not anymore) So I flipped it to the Taurus section (since I'm Taurean. DUH) and found the Health part. It was no surprise that we, Taurean people, rule the throat and neck of our body. It means we are always prone to sore throats, or any kind of ugly disease surrounding the two said dangerous areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why....~~~ I STILL HATE IT! I now wish I was a Pisces, Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius, ... UGH But I can't change my birthdate! Daaaaaammmnn... *cough cough* --&gt; (one of my least favorite things to do EVER)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-6918483034690412485?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6918483034690412485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/6918483034690412485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/sore-throat-prone.html' title='Sore Throat-Prone'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-79789121248921713</id><published>2007-03-27T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T13:16:14.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Shows</title><content type='html'>Since I'm gonna spend the whole summer vacation in front of the TV, I thought I should list down the shows I like right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/strong&gt; - Barney is "legen...wait for it...dary"!!! LOL He's so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Good Girls Don't&lt;/strong&gt; - I like the characters and I like the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;America's Next Top Model Cycle 7&lt;/strong&gt; - As usual, I gotta get my ANTM fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Project Runway&lt;/strong&gt; - I love all the cattiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; One Tree Hill Season 4&lt;/strong&gt; - This season is soo good! It really improved a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Late Night w/ Conan 'O Brien&lt;/strong&gt; - I've always been a huge fan of this funnyman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;The Tyra Banks Show&lt;/strong&gt; - Her show is really helpful in a non-boring way. I like her more than Oprah. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; 5 Takes USA&lt;/strong&gt; - I dunno why, but I kinda like this show. It's like the Amazing Race w/o the race. You get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Miami Ink&lt;/strong&gt; - I love to see how these guys work their magic by doing tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;What I Like About You&lt;/strong&gt; - I sorta kinda like this show, but not so much. I'm still annoyed by Amanda Bynes. Something about her makes me cringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-79789121248921713?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/79789121248921713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/79789121248921713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-favorite-shows.html' title='My New Favorite Shows'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1653430648301474696</id><published>2007-03-27T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:32:13.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randommmm</title><content type='html'>Just came back from the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLYYYYYYYYYY!!! The whole "bunot" bonanza is OVER! I repeat, OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my 4 friggin' pre-molars and after two weeks, I'm officially gettin' braces! Ok, I know they hurt at first, but I don't care! I just wanna get this thing over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was supposed to go to school this morning because our report cards are in! Anyway, because of the dental appointment, I didn't attend. It was, like, the best excuse ever! (And it's real!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really in the mood to go see my friggin' classmates again. I dunno why. I just don't wanna see them. I want the next school year to be a surprise. Why? Because this summer, I'm gonna go through a lotta changes. I won't tell what they are, but they'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1653430648301474696?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1653430648301474696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1653430648301474696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/randommmm.html' title='randommmm'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7438664868966613080</id><published>2007-03-26T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:19:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Wives for Seven Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rgc2bLoeIcI/AAAAAAAAACw/EU9Dmlt9-Gc/s1600-h/Seven%20Wives_DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046061748098834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rgc2bLoeIcI/AAAAAAAAACw/EU9Dmlt9-Gc/s320/Seven%2520Wives_DVD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just watched this cool musical last night (on Turner Classic Movies). I was really blown away by the dance numbers. I also liked all of the characters' voices. They're pretty good actors as well. My favorite numbers were "Barn Dance" (it's THE most well-choreographed dance sequence ever shot on film! I'm tellin' you, it was impeccable!) and "Lament (Lonesome Poloecat)". Imagine six men dancing (and singing) while holding a pick-axe! So anyway, I really liked the story. For those spage-age super-modern people, why don't you try watching classic movies (esp. musicals) for once? They're really awesome! Some of my fave classic movies are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. West Side Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Mary Poppins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. The Sound of Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the old version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Casablanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Cinderella (the old version; way way way waaaaaaaaayyy before the animated Disney version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Grease (the John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Sixteen Candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. The Breakfast Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. The Princess Bride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. classic James Bond movies (there are lotsa them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I forgot the others (there are so many!). Anyway, here's a brief synopsis of Seven Brides:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Adam, the eldest of seven brothers, goes to town to get a wife. He convinces Milly to marry him that same day. They return to his backwoods home. Only then does she discover he has six brothers -- all living in his cabin. Milly sets out to reform the uncouth siblings, who are anxious to get wives of their own. Then, after reading about the Roman capture of the Sabine women, Adam develops an inspired solution to his brothers' loneliness . . . kidnap the women they want!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7438664868966613080?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7438664868966613080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7438664868966613080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/seven-wives-for-seven-brothers.html' title='Seven Wives for Seven Brothers'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/Rgc2bLoeIcI/AAAAAAAAACw/EU9Dmlt9-Gc/s72-c/Seven%2520Wives_DVD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-9152884386003485627</id><published>2007-03-25T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:28:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black nail polish</title><content type='html'>I painted my nails black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do it so I could appear "cool" and "goth" (although I'm kinda feeling gothic right now) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to post a picture of my nails, but the thing is, it was my first time to paint them with my own clumsy hands sooo...they're kinda MESSED-UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of redoing it again this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-9152884386003485627?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/9152884386003485627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/9152884386003485627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/black-nail-polish.html' title='Black nail polish'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-4144536638710224716</id><published>2007-03-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:06:44.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look Drunk</title><content type='html'>I came back from Cubao with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I looked like a drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my messed-up hair, red flip flops, slouchy posture, sleepy eyes, and every-minute yawns, I was definitely every rapist's and snatcher's dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-4144536638710224716?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4144536638710224716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/4144536638710224716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-look-drunk.html' title='I Look Drunk'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8316677333038122419</id><published>2007-03-21T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:02:51.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA LoveHappens!? Get a load of That!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA I'm soooo LAUGHING to TEARS right now! The STOOOPID Male-SLUT invited me to join LoveHappens, a pathetically stoopid online dating service! GAWD. &lt;em&gt;As if.&lt;/em&gt; Of course I ignored it! What kind of ridiculous person does he think I am?! I'm not that desperate to find a boyfriend! Hah! Fool! I even saw his "Oh-I'm-so-cool-and-mean-I'm-gonna-get-cha" photo! I was soooo laughing!! It was the MOST PATHETIC thing ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8316677333038122419?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8316677333038122419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8316677333038122419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha-lovehappens-get-load-of-that.html' title='HAHA LoveHappens!? Get a load of That!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7971066854942772741</id><published>2007-03-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:23:41.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment over Fall Out Boy's Latest Album</title><content type='html'>Sigh. You guys know I'm a colossal fangirl of Fall Out Boy, so I went to Tutuban just to get ahold of their latest album, Infinity on High, even though I got this massive toothache. Anyway, the CD's on my "Material Girl" wishlist, as you may know. (Look below, people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the music store (Odyssey), and I couldn't find it anywhere. I almost gave up when I found it at the wall rack! Oh Stupid Me! Anyway, at the cover of the CD, it said "Special Philippine Edition". And I was like, "What the fuck?! What do you mean by Phil. Edition!? Is this some kind of marketing trick?!" And I was so desperate to hear the songs in it so I bought it anyway for P325. The usual price for a foreign album in the Phils. is P470, so I thought, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home, opened the case, and guess what they mean by Phil. Edition!? There was NO album booklet!!!!!!!!!!!! You know, the little booklets with all the lyrics, pictures and stuff about the band?! THERE WAS NONE!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ. What a complete waste of money. I should've just downloaded the whole album from the PC, but I really support the band so SILLY ME fell for their TRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to look for a bright side, I thought, "Well, the music is all that matters, right? Let's just give it a shot." So I popped the disc in the CD player. First of all, the band kinda changed their music. It was completely different except for a few songs. I didn't quite like the vibe of a few of the songs, so I skipped them. The best songs on the album are "Hum Hallelujah" and "I'm Like a Lawyer ...(Me+You)". Compared to this, "From Under the Cork Tree" is 9999999999999999999999 times much BETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Infinity" was such a letdown. Disappointment is an understatement. Yes, I'm serious. Sigh. And I thought it was going to be all Emo Punk and Roll... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you guys are even thinking of buying the CD (esp. here in the Phils. w/ the Special Phil. Edition), FORGET IT! It's not worth it. This is coming from a HUGE FAN, mind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7971066854942772741?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7971066854942772741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7971066854942772741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/disappointment-over-fall-out-boys.html' title='Disappointment over Fall Out Boy&apos;s Latest Album'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-2414848667908631563</id><published>2007-03-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:02:12.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for Sixteen Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="304" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/sixteen-candles.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I watched Sixteen Candles again last night on VCD. (Yep, I got influenced by Jessica Darling, the heroine of Sloppy Firsts, my favorite book ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I even bought it, I was searching in lots of video stores for that one particular movie. It got so much praise by Ms. Darling that I became so curious as to what sort of movie it would be. Of course, I know that it's an '80s teen flick written and directed by the master of teen flicks himself, John Hughes (who also created one of my favorite movies, The Breakfast Club).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one time, I was browsing Video City, I think, and yes! Finally, I found the friggin' movie!!! It was joy, oh sweet motherfuckin' JOY!!! I quickly went home to watch it....Only to be let down. I didn't like it at first because it's too...short. Anyway, I forgot about it after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until last night. I was so bored to tears that I browsed some of our dust-dirty old VCDs and I faced its innocent cover again. I watched it with my little sister (I told her to sleep already, but she was so stubborn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first few scenes, I thought, "Sigh. It's gonna be one hella boring night." But I was wrong. I realized that it was sooo GOOD. I finally came to the idea that it had a meaning. Gawd, I was so stupid! How did I even let go of Samantha Baker, Jake Ryan, and The Geek?! Especially The Geek! Anthony Michael Hall was impeccable! He's got my vote for Best Geek Ever. 1st runner up would be Seth Cohen. (Sorry, Adam Brody and O.C. producers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo see ya. Better watch it again! LOL. &lt;em&gt;That was&lt;/em&gt; quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-2414848667908631563?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2414848667908631563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/2414848667908631563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-love-for-sixteen-candles.html' title='My love for Sixteen Candles'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8330725318517142893</id><published>2007-03-19T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:20:57.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to the Posers</title><content type='html'>Since I'm a huge lover of punk and emo music, I just wanna say that I sincerely HATE those people who think they're "rockers" when they're fucking NOT. Those people are famously called "posers" or "poseurs" (the formal spelling). It means that they only listen to rock (or punk) because they only want to be in the so-called IN crowd. All rockers aren't really "cool". They just love rock music. That's all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I hate about these posers is that it is, APPARENTLY, a BIG THING when they know more rock bands than the next person. All I can say is: SO WHAT!? I bet I know more than they do. Besides, have they really listened to those bands or did they just KNOW the band names?! I actually encountered one of them, and I was like, "HUH? Whatev." Sheesh. What a total loser. *rolls eyes* Rock music is all about being who you are, no holds barred. And these fucking posers are really contradicting to that idea. They all think they're awesome only because they listen to rock. WHAT THE FUCK!? I really pity these people. Rock music is just an outlet for emotions, etc. It doesn't add to your "awesomeness". Get your facts right before you brag about stupid stuff to the rest of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8330725318517142893?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8330725318517142893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8330725318517142893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/punk-bands.html' title='A Letter to the Posers'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1226069470516061345</id><published>2007-03-17T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:39:18.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Bastard</title><content type='html'>Gawdddd. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The BASTARD strikes again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ginago na naman niya ako. Kala niya 'di ako magpapatalo sa mga banta niya. Anong feel niya sa sarili niya?! Kung iniisip niyang kaya niya akong i-manipulate, pwes!!! Dapat malaman niya ang number 1 rule ko: &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU FUCKING MESS WITH ME, THEN YOU'RE IN BIG FUCKING TROUBLE.&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently, 'di niya yun nagets. So eto na yung text archives namin kagabi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Alam ko na kung bakit ka nag-react dun sa blind item. Sus! Binantaan mo pa ako. Anu ka, mas superior?! Gawd. So pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BASTARD:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok fine whatever. Basta I don't wanna hear it again. Kasi I was in the midst of losing her...for life...Bakit nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't know. Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID:&lt;/span&gt; gawd. dapat alam mo na noon pa! you are so stoooooopid!!! Alam na ng lahat tapos ikaw hinde! Napakatanga mo naman! JEEEEEEEZ.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wake up to your idiocy, STOOOPID! Nagpapaka-inosente ka lang! Tama na! Pwede ka na talagang mapunta sa DOG POUND sa pagpapaka-TUTA mo sa NYMPHO na 'yon! And besides, bakit mo pa kinukuwento sakin ang SAPPY "LUST" STORY niyo! I don't wanna hear that stinkin' garbage can full of SHIT! You're SO going down talaga! I'm gonna MESS up your life like no one's ever done to YOU before!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Wow! That wasn't harsh....Was it?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1226069470516061345?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1226069470516061345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1226069470516061345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-bastard.html' title='That Bastard'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-7647332846913007736</id><published>2007-03-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:06:10.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out</title><content type='html'>Check this out: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE WASHINGTON POST'S "WHAT'S IN AND WHAT'S OUT FOR 2007"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/artsandliving/features/2007/in-out-list/index.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/artsandliving/features/2007/in-out-list/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I don't agree with them when they said that Fall Out Boy is OUT and Cold War Kids is IN. I still love FOB! And besides, they got a new album out so what's the problem? Jeez. I'm so disappointed. But on the flipside, I'm so ecstatic that they included GASPARD ULLIEL (pronounced Gas-par Oo-lee-el) in the IN list!!! Woohoo!!! Congrats!!! Anyway, I gotta go watch more of my boyfriend (Gaspard LOL)'s videos on YouTube (Yeah, I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; addicted). Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-7647332846913007736?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7647332846913007736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/7647332846913007736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-and-out.html' title='In and Out'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8889648575538237630</id><published>2007-03-14T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:27:41.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaspard!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet my new husband, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He's French. Yeah, I know, he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I Met My Destiny:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I saw him in ElleGirl Magazine (He was in their 2006 Top 50 Hottest Guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Optimum_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black and white..very flattering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Photo_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Interview_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wafu niya talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Interview_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the flip side, he's a smoker. DARN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Vogue_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The original sexy back. YEAAAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Vogue_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang cute talaga ng asawa ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_Elle_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haaaaaayyy..... O_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/normal_set_2-002.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*droooooooooolss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;*See what I mean? Gawd. He's so dreeaammy. I'm jealous. LOL.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8889648575538237630?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8889648575538237630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8889648575538237630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/gaspard.html' title='Gaspard!!!'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-1447669671315842238</id><published>2007-03-14T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:49:48.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow By Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Blow By Blow Of Today's "Un-monotonous" Experience:&lt;/strong&gt; (Is 'un-monotonous' a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept at 2am in the morning. Not that it's weird, 'cause it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I Had A Dream": My Chinese teacher was pulled out because she was gonna perform or something, so the seniors, I think, supervised the lower year levels, and it turned out that Groucho's Slut was the one who took over our classroom. And then, Marla stood up and convinced the others to sing this...song (an ode, an insult actually, to Groucho's Slut). A few of the others mocked Groucho and told him to join us, too. But he just sat there..I dunno, too dumb to think about anything. So Slut took off with Groucho. Mrs. Sy, the disciplinarian, asked us who made the CD (the one with the sing-along insults). Apparently, my name was in the title cover so she automatically looked at me. I was speechless so she asked for my full name. That meant I was fucked. So I was gonna say something like, "Oh, they forced me to do it. I didn't want to make it at first, really." But alas! My mom woke me up at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. So apparently I had, like, only 7 hrs of sleep. That's minimun for me. I don't know about you, normal folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why wake up so early? That's because I was gonna go to the dentist and have my tooth pulled out. Why again? Because if I was gonna wear braces, I had to lose 4 of my precious teeth. My pre-molars, in fact. The dentist said that my teeth were too crowded so she, sigh, sadly had to do the bloody deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It was time for anaesthesia. It wasn't so bad, except for the fact that it was BITTER! Gawwdddd... It was the worst thing I've ever tasted my whole life!!! It was worse than ampalaya. Actually, ampalaya is delish! But the anaesthesia..OH GOD..It was wrong, so wrong! It should be made illegal! Jeezas Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The dentist now tries to pull the upper right pre-molar. At first, I didn't feel anything. It was so embarrassing because I actually CRIED! Cried, I said! It was only a few, maybe 5, tears but hey, it was my first time (to get my tooth pulled by the dentist) so give me a break, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was being too much of a baby that time so the dentist (Dra. Virginia Que, if you read this, please don't thank me for the promotional ad 'cause I already know I'm good at it *winks*) injected a second dose of anaesthesia (IT WAS SO BITTER, I'M TELLING YOU!) . My mom told me to be brave about it so I did, and at first, it was terrible 'cause of the force and pushes, but I got the hang of it and voila! There's my bloody tooth with roots that are now facing the world for the first time. Yeah, it was like giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. So we rescheduled for the next appointment (I'm sorry Saturday, you're not my favorite day anymore). Aaaand, yep, I'm getting my second tooth pulled out. Hopefully, it wouldn't take an hour like it did this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We rode a jeep home after that. I thought the sillyness was over until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My relief was crushed when the car behind us bumped the jeep (I was sitting by the back, by the way, so I was clearly a witness)! The jeep driver took a good look at the bump (It wasn't a life and death situation, but you know people these days...This was like the greatest opportunity for manong to get OA and say, "That's stainless steel, you know!!!") DUH. There was no damage. Is he blind?! Anyway, the driver (of the car; of the suspect) wasn't that dumb, either. Anyway, I'll save ya'll the rest of the stinkin' shit and tell you that it didn't quite end on good terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Not exactly primetime soap opera material, but heck, it was all new to me. I'm soo excited for my braces! That's the only thing that counts, so forgive me for doin' all this trouble just to bore you with my "Ooh! WoW!!" moments. Right.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-1447669671315842238?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1447669671315842238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/1447669671315842238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/blow-by-blow.html' title='Blow By Blow'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-8700955291312840210</id><published>2007-03-13T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:46:19.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Material Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MATERIAL GIRL (a.k.a. My Wishlist this Summ-ah):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/200px-Albumcovershqqe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. The Best Damn Thing (Avril Lavigne)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/200px-Infinityonhigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. Infinity On High (Fall Out Boy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="205" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/M1XG_261.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. MAC Eye Kohl in Smolder (blackest black!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/stila_smudge_pot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Stila Smudge Pot (black please. =P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/Chanel_Fall_Bags06-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="241" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/chanel_charm_255_handbag_spring_200.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. Chanel Handbags!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="242" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/marc-jacobs-sweet-punk-studded-leat.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. Marc Jacobs Sweet Punk Bag (awesome)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="236" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/990220_l.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. Lancome Juicy Tubes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="308" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/3178-002.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. Casio Exilim Z-1000&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/VENUSS20NAVY20FAB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 179px" height="202" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/BRUCIE20LEOPARD.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. Steve Madden shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="168" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/index_ataglance20061108.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. Apple Macbook ( I sooooo want one!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/gr_069594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. Apple iPod Video 80GB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v312/phoenixcat/philipsPET82437top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. Portable DVD Player!!! HUHU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DAPAT MAKUHA KO 'TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;LAHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LAHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LAHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*desperada mode...sorry*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-8700955291312840210?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8700955291312840210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/8700955291312840210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/material-girl_13.html' title='Material Girl'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19142728.post-5730036133132271131</id><published>2007-03-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:52:29.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Of Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="200" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: rgb(0, 102, 179); color: white;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; text-align: center; font-size: 14px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 2px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; font-weight:  bold; line-height: 180%; text-decoration: underline;" href="&lt;a href="&gt;how/'&gt;http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; many have your name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unique, all right?! Get over it. There's still other countries like China, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19142728-5730036133132271131?l=crappity-crap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5730036133132271131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19142728/posts/default/5730036133132271131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crappity-crap.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-many-of-me.html' title='How Many Of Me?'/><author><name>e l a   q.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba-NVxUWM_8/SfhmeiIHOjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2PSvdIh2y6I/S220/DSC040462.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
