<?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-8145242577006526229</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:51:40.137+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='onii-chan'/><category term='home'/><category term='neopets'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='agriculture'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='father'/><category term='lola'/><category term='rare events'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='biology'/><category term='random'/><category term='plant life'/><category term='world wide web'/><category term='rants'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='school'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='science'/><category term='religious'/><category term='friends'/><category term='big brother'/><title type='text'>不精な黒猫  Bushou na Kuroneko</title><subtitle type='html'>Bushou na Kuroneko is the official blogsite of a bored 14-year old girl who did nothing but talk nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7752065675845517575</id><published>2009-07-22T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:56:44.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare events'/><title type='text'>Partial Solar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SmbP3vQW4fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c45MdChL46E/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SmbP3vQW4fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c45MdChL46E/s320/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361200962915983858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my first time to see a solar eclipse. It wasn't something like this one because what I saw was just partial. I was so happy when I read a few weeks ago that there would be a solar eclipse on this day. I have always wanted to see a total solar eclipse, but yeah, I'm fine with the partial we, Filipinos, saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total eclipse was seen in other parts of Asia, but not in the Philippines. It's kinda disappointing that our neighbors saw this spectacular event, yet the Philippines did not. Makes me wanna say, "That's unfair, moon!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our break time (around 9:20 am) at school when the eclipse happened. I wasn't expecting to see it because it was cloudy, but I did :D  We looked at it without eye protection or special glasses. Heh, you know young ones never prepare XD.  Every now and then, my classmates would say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang sakit sa mata!"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span&gt;Not-so-accurate-translation: "It hurts my eyes!"&lt;/span&gt;).   I wanted to tell them that we shouldn't really be looking at it straight XD Our elementary science teacher would kill us haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds covered the sun, but it was also good because it made looking at it more comfortable for the eyes. I saw the eclipse with Jacie and most of my other classmates who are also interested with this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a site I visited, there would be 4 eclipses (both lunar and solar) for 2010. I wanna see more eclipses, especially a total solar eclipse. I haven't seen a lunar eclipse yet, and I was too lazy to care, but when I saw some pictures of a lunar eclipse, I changed my mind. I've always thought that it is similar to having a new moon, but I was wrong. I guess lack of info made me miss the other lunar eclipses that ocurred before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt; for the image of the eclipse in this entry :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-7752065675845517575?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7752065675845517575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7752065675845517575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7752065675845517575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7752065675845517575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/07/partial-solar-eclipse.html' title='Partial Solar Eclipse'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SmbP3vQW4fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c45MdChL46E/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7852881174121945894</id><published>2009-07-05T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:12:55.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Persistent Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing, I just found this in my PC files. This was my project in Filipino II, which was actually in English XD Just wanna share, I guess? XD Yeah right, I'm not a good writer &gt;_&gt; If it suddenly reminds you of a certain show, then forget that show muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The click-clacking of shoes echoed along the corridor of Sacred Crest’s second floor. She ran along the hallway of the school looking for the classroom she’s supposed to be in. It was her first day in that school and she has no idea where the room is located. She panted as she turned a corner hoping that her instinct was leading her to the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three girls appeared before her. She skidded with the sudden halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm…can you tell me where the third year B room is? I’m new here,” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The third year B room?” asked the leftmost girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Walk straight and turn left. The first room that you will see is the third year B room,” answered the tallest of the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks,” she answered and walked past them. The girls looked at each other and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was—the first room to the left. She stood in front of the door thinking of what to say. Maybe she should just open the door and say, “Good morning.” A part of her hesitated and a weird feeling swept through her. She held the doorknob and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went inside of what seemed like a weird classroom. There were cubicles, sinks and urinals. And there stood a guy opposite her facing the wall urinating. He turned to look at who the “newcomer” was and his eyes almost pooped out seeing a girl inside the men’s restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt blood rush to her face as it turned red and felt hot. She has entered the men’s restroom! “I’m sorry!” she blurted out and went out shutting the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the room next to it and the sign on its door verifies that it is the girl’s restroom. She wanted to cry seeing how her first day of school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of searching, she finally found the room she was looking for. The class was in the middle of their Chemistry discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, our new student. Please come in and introduce yourself,” the teacher said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked towards the teacher who smiled at her warmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning, everyone. My name is Megan Perez and I have recently moved here from Makati. I hope to be friends with all of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher showed her to her seat. She walked towards her designated place and noticed a familiar face that looked at her blankly. It was the guy she saw in the restroom. “You?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned away from her. Unfortunate events come one after another. First, getting inside the men’s restroom then seeing somebody peeing and now, becoming his seatmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time came. Everyone welcomed her and asked her about herself. She answered each one gladly and made lots of friends. Everyone greeted her except for the guy she saw inside the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at him and turned back to her other classmates. “What’s he’s name?” she asked in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, that guy? He’s Adrian Mendoza. He’s not very friendly at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unfriendly? That may explain it…but still I have to apologize to him properly,” Megan thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian stood up and went out of the room. Megan excused herself and followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, wait!” Megan called out running towards him. He continued walking without turning back. Grabbing his arm, she said, “I told you to wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re that girl,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly released his hand and turned away. “Umm…yeah…I just wanted to apologize properly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s fine, as long as you didn’t see anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I never saw anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s good. Then I’m going,” he said and turned to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a guy…” Megan muttered. “What they said is true. But I want to be friends with everyone like I said earlier…” She looked at Adrian. “That’s it! I’ll make him my friend! Go, Megan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone stared at her with amazement. She had talked too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, Plan A,” Megan whispered as she hid behind a trash scan, spying on Adrian. “I’ll ask him where the library is…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped out of her hiding place and called. “Hey!” But nobody was there. He disappeared while she was pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” asked a voice from behind. She jumped back in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why were you following me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Following? No! I was just wandering around looking for the library. Anyway, do you know where it is?” Megan said nervously. “Oh, my, how did he know he was being followed?” she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Turn right over there, go down the stairs and turn left,” he instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you show me the way? I’m kinda stupid with directions, proven by that restroom incident,” she chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s an easy instruction,” Adrian said then went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Argghh! He pisses me off! But I have to continue on with my mission…” Megan thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for their next class, Megan tried her plan B. She intentionally dropped her books while walking towards her table, expecting him to help her pick them up. But to her surprise, he took no notice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not even a gentleman…” Megan thought. “But I still have Plan C…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lunch time, she saw Adrian eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chance!” She thought. She went to his table and sat with him. He looked at her, bewilderment mixed with gladness he didn’t want to show. Nobody has eaten with him for a long time now. He was alone—all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want some?” Megan offered her spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Com’on, have a bite. It’s good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian stared at her for a moment then transferred 50% of the spaghetti to his plate, much to Megan’s shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, you said so.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Argh! That’s too much!” Megan protested trying to take back what he has taken. Adrian blocks her fork and successfully chomps a fork of spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re crazy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian chuckled. Megan was surprised once again. First time did she see him chuckle since the day she transferred. It felt great that her plans are taking fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to talk more and more each day. He became more and more open to her making her feel happy. Success. She has made him a friend. But now, it seemed like they are closer to each other than anybody else in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked home together, eating street foods like fish ball and barbecue while talking about their day. She started developing a certain feeling towards him. It was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when a classmate approached him that Adrian realized what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ve noticed that you are extremely close to Megan. Are you two hiding something from us?” asked one of his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian remained silent for a minute or two before giving “no” as a reply. He let his guard down and actually became close to the girl he must avoid. He must cut this relationship before he is completely overcome by her charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and Adrian never talked to Megan. She felt awkward because he seemed to have returned to his snobbish attitude. She wondered why he avoided her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it became too unbearable for her, she decided to leave a letter in his locker. She wanted to meet with him and talk about the matter. She hoped it would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian carefully opened the envelope. She checked the back for the sender but only his name was written. He unfolded the paper inside and read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adrian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was glad that my efforts to make you my friend worked but it seems that you are avoiding me once again. I want to talk to you about the problem. It’s getting more and more intolerable each day. Please meet me at the town square at exactly 1 o’clock this Saturday. Please… talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian thought long and hard before returning the letter into his locker. To come or not to come. If he does, he would be falling into confusion again, but if he doesn’t, he would hurt a person who became close to his heart. He dismissed the thought and went back to his classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday. Megan has been waiting at the town square since 12 o’clock. She took the last piece of her burger and waited. Ten minutes…twenty…thirty…No sign of him yet. “It’s only 12:30. The time is 1 pm. No need to worry,” she assured herself. She continued to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1:30 and still no shadow of him. The sky darkened and thick clouds swarmed. Rain began to pour. She sat there in the middle of the square and waited for hours in the rain. She hoped for him to show up and she knew he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian looked at the rain-soaked Megan waiting for him. It was three o’clock. He shaded her with his umbrella. She looked up to him, her pale face weak and weary. He gave her his jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go to the mall and get you some dry clothes,” he said. Megan simply nodded and followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shivered as they entered the air-conditioned mall. They went to the second floor through the elevator and bought clothes for Megan. After changing, they went to the elevator again to take a sip of hot coffee at a coffee shop at the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of them said anything to the other. They were the only ones riding the elevator and the silence was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” Adrian spoke at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. Megan fainted because of an amazingly high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are nearly at the ground floor, she’ll be fine,” he thought and held her in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Adrian was wrong. It was not simply a rain but a typhoon has entered the country. The power failed when a lightning stroke the electric tower. The generators seemed to have malfunctioned as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid Megan on the floor and covered her with his jacket. He kept his distance and sat in a corner. He wondered how long the power failure will last. He checked his phone but the battery was empty. He tried Megan’s phone but it had no load. He transferred his SIM card into her phone but it did not accept it. He wished he charged his phone before leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared in space. He was becoming tired of waiting. He’s starting to feel what he thought Megan felt while waiting for him. He heard little noise from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know how long I’ve waited under the rain just to talk to you?” Megan mumbled. Adrian looked her way. What did she say, just now? He stared at her. Is she conscious or what? No. She was sleep talking. “I want to hate you but I can’t. I swore to be a friend to everyone in our class. I feel stupid for taking that so seriously, but because of that principle…” she started mumbling again. He started feeling suspicious if she really was awake. “…but because of that principle…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited if she’ll continue what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…I came closer to you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blushed, hearing such words from her. What was really happening? He couldn’t understand. His head started aching thinking about what he just heard. Processing the message was so hard and complicated, although the words were so simple to understand. Could she be saying that she has fallen in love with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about?” he asked hoping that the girl is really awake. He got a reply too far from the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you were a creepy snob but getting to know you proves me wrong. I’ve started…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wondered how a sick person could sleep talk this long. Was she pretending? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s delirious,” he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her last words that totally shook his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve started loving you…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be delirious, alright, but she would not say things like that even though she doesn’t know about it. It’s what she feels. The lights went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to wait under the rain just to tell me that,” Adrian said and lifted Megan. “You’re a crazy idiot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened and worried maintenance men waited outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re sorry for the delay. Are you two alright?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine, but this girl here has a very high fever. Please excuse us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By looking inside Megan’s wallet, Adrian was able to find her house. He left knowing that her parents will be there to take care of her. They thanked him for helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian knew he feels something towards her but chose to hide them. He wanted to avoid her to stop the progress of this feeling. But what will he do now that he learned that she is feeling the same way as he? This was what he was trying to avoid—confusion. Loving is so complicated, after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the blank white ceiling of her bedroom, trying to remember the events that occurred the other day. She was waiting for Adrian to come at the town square when the rain began to fall. Hours passed when the guy showed up and the two of them went to the mall to buy her dry clothes. They went on the elevator to grab a cup of coffee at the ground floor. Then she couldn’t remember anything at all. What was that that happened in the elevator? She thought long and hard. What was that…what exactly happened? Small fragments of her memory flashed along her head. The elevator suddenly stopped and the lights went out…then her head was resting on…wait…ADRIAN’S SHOULDER? She blushed at the thought. What was she doing? It was a crazy day. What would Adrian think about her? Would their relationship get more severed? Her head started aching again because of thinking about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was walking along the corridor when she saw Adrian approaching. Her heartbeat raced and her face turned tomato red. What was happening with her body, she had no idea. After that incident, she started feeling this way around Adrian. She was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm…Megan…about last time…” Adrian started. She was so lost in thought that she did not notice him come close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“W-What about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well…there was something you said to me when you fainted and delirious…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Said? I don’t remember anything that I’ve said to him…” Megan thought. Then the memories came in. She was half-conscious that time and she said the secret she’s holding… her feelings towards Adrian. Her face reddened in response to the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah…huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your face is red.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“R-really? I don’t think it is! Ahahaha…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, yeah, about what you said…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, it’s time for our classes! Hurry up or you’ll be late! See ya!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she ran away. Adrian stared at her then shouted, “But our classroom is the other way!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan had been avoiding Adrian for days. Adrian was starting to wonder if she meant what she said back at the elevator. He tried focusing his attention to school but he can’t seem to do it. He continued thinking about her, he wanted to hear her voice and be with her like before. So this was how it felt for her when he avoided her. He needed to end this chase and confront her. Tell her what she needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to think things over and not make harsh decisions. On his way up the roof top, Megan was going down. They stopped on their tracks and stared at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan, uh…” he hesitated. “…we need to talk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s end this chase, Megan. I avoid you, you chase me. You avoid me, I chase you. I’m getting tired of this. Can’t we talk this over?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remained silent for a couple of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I—I’m sorry but I have to go…” she walked past him trying to hide her emotions. She’s such a coward, but this was all she could do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian grasped her hand. “Don’t go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan remembered the Koreanovelas she watches and what these things might lead to. Proposal or something. Her heart started thumping fast. The silence continued to surround them. What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I tried to forget you, but I just can’t,” he spoke. Megan looked back to him then bowed her head. She stared at the steps of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let go of her hand but continued to face the opposite side. “I love you, Megan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started to blur her vision. Her sob caught Adrian’s attention. He was surprised to see her crying. He took the first countermeasure he knew would comfort her—to hug her. “You don’t need to cry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he said not to, she cried harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a stubborn girl…” he said and smiled. But he knew that if it wasn’t for her being persistent and hard-headed, then they wouldn’t have been together. They wouldn’t get along—and wouldn’t fall for each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-7852881174121945894?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7852881174121945894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7852881174121945894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7852881174121945894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7852881174121945894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/07/persistent-chase_05.html' title='Persistent Chase'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-6300989492773466638</id><published>2009-06-12T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:13:14.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neopets'/><title type='text'>Classes -_-</title><content type='html'>Yay. Classes. Back to school. I've been in this new school for about 2 weeks now. Today's Philippine Independence Day and so we have no classes. One thing I like about transferring here is that we have lots of "no class days". And another is that I can play Neopets after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Neopets, it's the second week of ACIV. I've managed to get to Level 4. That's hard, playing the same game over and over again. I'm supporting Lost Desert. Krawk Island's good but my heart is in Lost Desert. Lost in Lost Desert muahah. Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-6300989492773466638?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/6300989492773466638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=6300989492773466638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/6300989492773466638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/6300989492773466638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/06/classes.html' title='Classes -_-'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-2772871139708281053</id><published>2009-04-01T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:07:27.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neopets'/><title type='text'>Seeking to Forget</title><content type='html'>My school change is final and I cannot do anything about it anymore. My Mom refuses to listen to me.  I always end up losing with our arguments and I totally have NO choice about the school I want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to spend these days with my schoolmates.  Tomorrow we would have our swimming--the last bonding moment we could have while the SIS Family is still complete. My parents agreed right away without even inquiring about the details of the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play Neopets most of the time.  I just got my Neopet back today after a Neofriend borrowed her for the avie. Speaking of my Neopets, let me introduce them to you:&lt;br /&gt;&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/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36ahBjzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JcaP_g8f5Ao/s1600-h/pooh.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36ahBjzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JcaP_g8f5Ao/s320/pooh.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319657061544464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36HVRwUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JbgUMiMWVLs/s1600-h/ghostie.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36HVRwUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JbgUMiMWVLs/s320/ghostie.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319657056394920258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36LhjWkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/a554QZaU8IA/s1600-h/ichiru.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36LhjWkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/a554QZaU8IA/s320/ichiru.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319657057520147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM35_Xu57I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b2cFcFKHYgc/s1600-h/cheeky.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM35_Xu57I/AAAAAAAAAFY/b2cFcFKHYgc/s320/cheeky.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319657054257735602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is Pooh I painted her snow so I could get the avie and since snow PBs are getting cheaper. She is my first Neopet. I train and give her books more than I do to my other pets. She is now a nurse acara XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is Ghostie. He is my 5th Neopet. He was named Ghostiehog because he was created to drink a brown moehog transmogrification potion. Nah, not really. He was an aisha before he became a moehog and then an ixi. I won't be giving him any potions anymore because I love how he looks XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd neopet is Ichiru.  He is the 3rd pet, I think. I painted him baby because I wanted to :P No, he's cutest painted that way. He loves playing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottommost  is Cheeky. He is the 2nd neopet in the family. He used to be  a yellow kacheek but the lab ray transformed him into a red bori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a red shoyru staying in my other account because I am only allowed to have 4 pets in one account. I'll take him back once I get some NP to paint him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to update my site sometime from now but I don't know when so I'm keeping it on hiatus for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-2772871139708281053?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/2772871139708281053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=2772871139708281053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/2772871139708281053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/2772871139708281053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeking-to-forget.html' title='Seeking to Forget'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SdM36ahBjzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JcaP_g8f5Ao/s72-c/pooh.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-5014318419136017410</id><published>2009-03-25T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:34:01.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Clearance Time</title><content type='html'>It's the week of completing our exit clearance which means that vacation is drawing nearer and nearer. While vacation is one of the things I usually go excited about, this time it feels as if I don't want to have it. With the uncertainty of my transferring, I don't know if these would be the same faces that I will see next year. I still have some hope of convincing my parents to let me stay, and thanks to my friends, I realized that my stay here in SIS isn't really worthless. Some became emotional when I gave signs of leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are busy finishing and computing the grades of the students so it's hard to get their signatures. Some who had time to write in our clearance made us do crazy things. T. Brad made us sing the SIS Hymn. T. Alvin made us recite "Vengeance" in a trio, where Kaye skipped a few paragraphs and we had to continue on the part she skipped to. Then she was saying "not yet" when she was the one who jumped to the next part. Dr. Chikkie asked us about our boyfriends when we don't have any from the very beginning. I just wonder what came into his mind. I was forced to admit my crush on an elementary classmate XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are allowed to use the computers for whatever purpose we want. And yes, that is what I am doing right now. I'm restraining my self from going into neopets.com because that's playing and I am not really sure if that is still allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for T. Andre's souvenir because he said that he will still look for something. He gave Camille a jacket and Ate Mae a mug. I wonder if he finds any--I think he has given everything he has XD Gomen ne, Onee-chan, demo I cannot ask T. Andre for you since he isn't giving me anything yet haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all I am doing now is waiting. I'm waiting for the teachers to become available to sign my clearance, for T. Andre to give me a souvenir, for the last issue of the school newsletter, for the grades and probably for the end of this great school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-5014318419136017410?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/5014318419136017410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=5014318419136017410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5014318419136017410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5014318419136017410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/03/clearance-time.html' title='Clearance Time'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-1989595572952137420</id><published>2009-03-21T11:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:32:48.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Sad News After Another</title><content type='html'>I asked my mom about transferring me to another school. She said she will. I tried reasoning with her but she told me the benefits of graduating in a public school with many students: scholarship, activities and stuff. I was dumbfounded. All the things I planned to say before I talked to her were useless, I wasn't even able to say any of them.&lt;p&gt;Currently, I am studying in an international school as a scholar. She forced me into this school and when I learned to love it, she forces me out. And the school I wanted to be in before is now unpleasant for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Shim International School, everything is free but sometimes you have to contribute for the school activities. The class is small, the fewest students of which is 3. Although the population is like this, we have a good relationship with each other. The teachers care about the students. They teach not only subject matters but Christian values as well. The lessons are advanced. In fact, we already have our thesis which should be for college students only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MNHS was the school I wanted to be in when I was in 1st year. My friends are there. But I have come to love SIS as it is--with the gross food and stressful activities, with its great teachers and students. If I were to be asked, I will choose this than the other. But my whole family wants me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farewell, classmates, schoolmates, teachers, friends, dogs and SIS. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pray for the reconsideration of my parents, but if this is what God wants...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&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/8145242577006526229-1989595572952137420?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/1989595572952137420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=1989595572952137420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1989595572952137420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1989595572952137420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-news-after-another.html' title='Sad News After Another'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-5289886090631598568</id><published>2009-03-19T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:10:33.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>It is our final examinations. I want to pass everything. This is the last batch of tests. I was thinking of paradise after this when I can finally play Neopets to my heart's contentment. But when I heard of the situation, I lost my will to study. What happened is something I cannot blog about, but this really depresses me and I know, will sadden everyone. Why did it come to this point? It is not final yet, but there is a 60/50 chance. It could have been avoided if a person understood. It could be reconsidered if a person acts. It could have been better if a person cared. &lt;p&gt;I have no right to make the decision. It depends on them. But if I were to choose, I want nothing to change... I want the same setting... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time is critical for the students especially those who are still thinking twice about staying and hearing this would truly confuse us with our decisions. What could happen if this becomes final? I want to appeal to the ones concerned,but who am I to interfere?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-5289886090631598568?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/5289886090631598568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=5289886090631598568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5289886090631598568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5289886090631598568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/03/deppression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-711468102560122502</id><published>2009-03-08T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:00:30.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Friendster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time since I last updated my Friendster account this much.  Back when I was in first year and was a n00b with the internet, all I did was Friendster, Friendster and Friendster. Now that I have been playing around with the 'net for almost a year, I'm beginning to wonder what is very usseful with having a Friendster account. Yeah, I know that you can meet new friends with this social networking site, and you can stay in touch with the old ones, but I don't think it is of much use to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because I only have 77 friends that I am ranting about Friendster today.  The majority of those 77 friends are my old friends, relatives, classmates and schoolmates. Whenever people in school meet new faces, one of the first things they ask is your "fs" or Friendster account. Then when you check your account, you're flooded with friend invites.  I don't invite people that much. I did, a year ago. I used to anime fans I come across with, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I'm hating is that people invite random people just to increase their friend count.  I don't know what's with this mentality but this is rather pointless if you don't even talk to that person.  And I admit that I don't talk to those people I don't know but I invited before.  They don't talk to me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only enjoy Friendster during holidays because I see some of my friends greeting me and commenting on my page.  When I updated yesterday, I uploaded pictures of our class, school activies and other random stuff I took with my PMP.  I've got loads of photos there because it is just now that I found out how to access the "hidden folders" of the crazy PMP. Just some pics I got from it: what I do with my Pooh bear.&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/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SbNrmIliJpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IQqRmvdCxbs/s1600-h/Img00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SbNrmIliJpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IQqRmvdCxbs/s320/Img00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706688484058770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SbNrl2p9VYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qgzKYcdZmuk/s1600-h/Img00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SbNrl2p9VYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qgzKYcdZmuk/s320/Img00068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310706683670779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so back to the topic. Question: Is Friendster worthwhile or not? Answer: Depends on how you use it. Well, whatever. I'm not here to oppose one of the most popular social networking sites in the Philippines. I'm just here to rant about stuff.&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/8145242577006526229-711468102560122502?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/711468102560122502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=711468102560122502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/711468102560122502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/711468102560122502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendster.html' title='Friendster?'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SbNrmIliJpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IQqRmvdCxbs/s72-c/Img00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-290563201278001874</id><published>2009-02-28T15:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:02:14.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious'/><title type='text'>Teaching Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to an Adventist church to teach kids for our project in Speech and Drama and English.  The whole second year was there (we are 8) and it looked like a bonding session.  Teacher Dane gave us two choices for the project: a) teach at the Sabbath School or b) contribute an amount to help for the supplies.  We chose option A and the guys of the class were overly excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought of showing them magic and jokingly, teach them bad words (which is really not supposed to be done).  It was supposed to be the next Saturday but they insisted that it would be a busy week for all of us and we won't have time to do it aside from this Saturday.  They never thought of preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, two of my female classmates and I (who sleep at the same dorm) discussed on what activities we could give them.  Of course, coloring was one of the first suggestions.  Storytelling and origami were also included into the program.  Songs were certainly present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Friday (the next day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Dane discussed about the project consuming our time to review for the National Achievement Test.  I guess it's also because of the guys' constant interruptions to joke around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Saturday (today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom woke me up at 6:30 am.  I was really sleepy because I slept late (ssshhh...) last night.  I remained on my bed for about 10 minutes before finally taking responsibility.  I ate and noticed the note on the whiteboard reminding my Father to pick me up before 7.  I thought it was too early.  I got out of the house at around 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (and classmate), Camille, said that she'll be waiting for me at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daang Malabag &lt;/span&gt;(trans: "way to Malabag", path entering our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barangay&lt;/span&gt;) but her Mom sent a message saying that she's still at home so we decided to just pick her up as well (my Father drives tricycle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting place was Olivarez, Tagaytay.  That's where we usually meet since they live in Tagaytay and that's the nearest we could be.  Camille and I were looking for school supplies shop to get crayons for the kids but all the shops were still closed.  We found Kaye with her Mom.  Unfortunately, her shoe was broken so they needed to get a new one.  We went with them looking for shoes but she couldn't pick something she liked, or the ones she liked don't have her size.  Finally, when they found one and asked for the price, it was too high and so we left and her Mom decided to just get sandals from their rest house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to McDonald's to see Iza, another classmate. She was eating pancakes.  We sat with her and the some of the guys came in (Jayson and Aaron).  We asked where they bought the crayons and went there to buy some as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were already complete but we waited for Kaye's Mom to arrive and give her the sandals.  We thought it was already late so we urged Kaye to just bear the shoes but on our way out, we saw Kaye's Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode the jeepney going to Silang Bayan.  We will meet Teacher Dane at the Catholic Church. The trip was fun, as if we owned the jeepney because of the noise.  They talked about the what happened during CAT marching exercise.  I heard a couple of DotA terms from the guys.  We thought Boy wasn't existing anymore because he remained silent for the rest of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited at the church for a while.  Teacher Dane was on the other side.  We went to the Adventist Church and got the first sight of some of the kids we are going to handle.  I noticed them go gentle and friendly when they saw some of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the room, I noticed the fishes I drew for Teacher Dane.  And they were colored, some having blue and purple eyes.  Overall, though, they were good.  After a few minutes, we decided to start the class.  We introduced ourselves and asked for their names.  Some of the kids had the same name as our teachers XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We taught them some songs we learned during our devotional at school.  We tried teacheing them "I'm Happy Today", but after some time, they started going all wimpy.  I knew my classmates were getting worried on how they'll bring their spirits up.  I decided to take a rest after the first song.  I prepared the materials for our paper folding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was storytelling.  Well, I didn't do it, but Iza and Kaye did.  Kaye knows a lot about Bible stories.  I know the ones from the New Testament and minimal from the Old.  To cheer the kids up, Jayson and Boy performed magic tricks.  They associated them with Christian ideas.  Jayson had to go out to buy fuel for his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flaming wallet &lt;/span&gt;and we just entertained them with songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was ready, he was asking Iza and Kaye to tell the kids about the magic. (Like asking, "Do you want to see another magic trick?")  I was thinking if he would associate it with hell as what he said (jokingly again) before, but fortunately, he didn't (that's great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coloring activity was given to the younger ones and origami to those who are older.  I taught them how to make an origami tulip (which I studied last night XD) and they were enthusiastic, although some couldn't follow my instructions.  Iza was with me and Ezra was trying to do what they were doing but both of them disappeared probably after seeing some rudeness.  I told them that we would be in trouble if we don't follow God's commandments like what happens to the flower if we couldn't follow the instructions.  I understand them getting lost since paper folding is somehow tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected all of them to be well-behaved but some did not meet my expectations.  Since they are old enough to understand things and make their own decisions, some insulted the other's work.  I keep on telling them that it's bad but I don't know if that sank into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished in time for the food to be served.  I was really hungry and excited with the sandwiches.  I don't like peanut butter that much but being hungry, I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awarding! I gave candies for those who finished first and who made the best paper flower (chosen by Mr. Brian Jayson Umandap XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Dane told us that we would be singing for the church that afternoon.  On our way to her house, the kids we taught thanked us with smiles on their faces. It was a good feeling for me, and I know my other classmates felt the same way.  We were tired but we enjoyed teaching.They asked if we will be there next Sabbath.  They said yes, but I'm not sure.  I don't want to disappoint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode Teacher Dane's car and talked about the teaching experience.  Ezra said that one of the older boys kicked him for no reason.  They were angry but I told them to just let him off.  Of course, he wouldn't get back on him--he's not a person who picks fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate chicken for lunch.  Nobody wanted to be the first to stand up and eat until Aaron did.  We were waiting for him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang and it was a total disaster because we don't know when to enter.  I think it would be better if we sang "Who Am I".  And they do think the same XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-290563201278001874?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/290563201278001874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=290563201278001874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/290563201278001874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/290563201278001874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2009/02/teaching-kids.html' title='Teaching Kids'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-5439258726406977362</id><published>2008-12-31T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:39:13.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's New Year's Eve and I Didn't Know...</title><content type='html'>I woke up a bit earlier than I usually would so I pushed my self to start the job I have long been delaying. I scribbled the details on paper and thought if it would be better to start off with the computer. After a fiew arguements with myself and a couple of hours, I started the pc. I did not feel like going online that time. While the pc was starting up, I remembered yesterday when the keyboard failed again and I needed to use the on-screen keyboard and restart the pc to get it working again. The keyboard goes like that from time to time. It is old, alright. It has been there since the very day we got a pc.&lt;p&gt;When the pc was ready, I clicked on MS Word right away. I wanted to waste no time so I started typing that &lt;bad&gt; project my friend suggested our teacher. Ah,yeah. I remember that crazy time when our teacher asked for suggestions on our next project. I thought up of an easy one that I would not have a hard time with (yeah, a bit selfish,but I know, everyone likes easy work). My friend suggested book report. Aww...she was a newcomer so she had no idea about the troubles we had with that report. It is not like any book reports the elementary would have with the max 3 pages (with the drawing). Ours would have 10 and some "add-ons".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I typed and seriously--I had no single thought of internet. Thinking about my lack of time creeps me out (that report, declamation, seminar, music ane TLE). I have 4 days left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I clicked FF. Nah, I looked for a translator. The words here are kinda hard to translate and hard to understand. And then I saw the date on the translator page. What?! 31st?! Is it New Year's eve already? It IS. Then that makes it 3 days to go. I never enjoyed Christmas vacation 2008. I did not even notice that it was Christmas. I got greetings from friends, and I did greet, but it was sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I loved and regret were the times I spent watching anime and playing computer. I am crazy with One Piece again. I read the manga in between typing and nii-chan got DVD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope it is a Happy New Year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-5439258726406977362?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/5439258726406977362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=5439258726406977362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5439258726406977362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5439258726406977362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-new-year-eve-and-i-didn-know.html' title='It&amp;#39;s New Year&amp;#39;s Eve and I Didn&amp;#39;t Know...'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7415329881306181734</id><published>2008-12-06T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:19:16.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Basically, the internet is not always good.  It may harm us too.  But it is undeniably essential to our lives. In the end, it still depends on the user on how he will manage his time between the Cyberworld and the Real world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was the conclusion of my speech for Speech and Drama.  I chose the topic "Internet" because i know a lot about it.  Yeah, I am a PC addict. I hadn't realized that computers are driving me out of the real world. Until this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my father get angry that badly.  He gave me a long lecture about overusing the computer.  I ate quietly, I didn't fight back. I know he's right. Almost all day, I sit in front of the computer.  Reports that are needed to be computerized are delayed. I don't know what really is fascinating about the internet.  I guess it uses hypnotism or something o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night, I came to reality.  I'm using the computer too much. I never thought about my parents, my studies and my social life (though I don't have any -_-) .  I refused to think about it and avoided the topic, rather. My father have always told me that using the computer is alright, but limit it to 3 hours only.  Before I thought it was impossible.  How could I do the (insert something here) in 3 hours? Now I feel that it's really enough.  Three hours, either Neopets, Juicy Plum, Yakusoku or anime.  Three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've came up with this sched now: 3 pm daily I'll go online unless I have to go to school or my bro is here, then I'll go offline 5/6pm. That's fine. I can do my Neopets thing for 2 days (NST, Neopian time goes 12am at 4pm in the Philippines). That's good. I'll only extend if I have something to type or research about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anybody reads this, though, but if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody, anybody &lt;/span&gt;does, umm...heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-7415329881306181734?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7415329881306181734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7415329881306181734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7415329881306181734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7415329881306181734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/12/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-1764220681605483903</id><published>2008-11-09T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:49:54.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Break is Oveeeeeer!</title><content type='html'>To some, this may sound exciting, but to me, it is the end of my internet happiness. Yeah, I still have WAP but all it can do is email (that is how I get to post these stuff), wap messenger (Yahoo!), GBlogs, Wikipedia and One Search. Well, that&amp;amp;#39;s a lot, but I can only access other sites if I have load.&lt;p&gt;I am on my way to school, riding my father&amp;amp;#39;s trike loaded with stuff I took home for Sem Break. Wait, I think I don&amp;amp;#39;t understand this.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, to those who don&amp;amp;#39;t know or haven&amp;amp;#39;t figured out with my riddling sentences, I am dorming. Hey, I know you are shocked but please close your mouth :p&lt;p&gt;Gonna tell you the weather. It&amp;amp;#39;s raining. Basically, I like gloomy days, but when they get in my way of doing my thing,then that&amp;amp;#39;s a different issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-1764220681605483903?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/1764220681605483903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=1764220681605483903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1764220681605483903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1764220681605483903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/11/sem-break-is-oveeeeeer.html' title='Sem Break is Oveeeeeer!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-1714020084471552038</id><published>2008-11-07T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:20:00.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I'm Lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: Slight Swearings Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with these people but none of my friends are online, almost the whole day. I know that some of them have gone to school already, but my schoolmates have not appeared today. WTF. I've never felt so bored in my life. I have to do this research alone, gather data and analyze. I need to make sure that what I type is true and that it would be approved. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, at last. One online. But what the--gtg. We chatted for some time but it still ended up that way. Unlike yesterday, which was nice. I had two to talk to and play with (Neopets Battledome lol) but I was so occupied I was getting annoyed. Now I'm not. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you may laugh, but no rfol or lmao here, okay. Plain lol is fine. What am I saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just finish this thing off and go play Neopets again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-1714020084471552038?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/1714020084471552038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=1714020084471552038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1714020084471552038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1714020084471552038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-lonely.html' title='I&apos;m Lonely.'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7657355212709018890</id><published>2008-11-05T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:16:16.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neopets Again</title><content type='html'>Semestral break is almost over but I am still here in Neopia with my pets Pooh, Cheeky and Ichiru. Alright, so I just shortened their names. There quite long he he.&lt;p&gt;I still have some work to do for school and that crazy clearance or pass (whatever) but I am always delayed because of Neopets. I got some started last night (or is it midnight) after I finished with the PC and the &amp;amp;quot;nap&amp;amp;quot;. My brother is not here during weekdays so I was forced to stay in his room after this black termite attack in my room. (They said these termites do not eat wood and just went in for the rain. Dunno really) I found it a bit comfier than my bed so I am still here,teehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to Neopia. Another Neopian is added to my faves which consisted of Sophie the Swamp Witch, Jhudora and King Altador. He is Prince Jazan (wait...is it really Jazan? I am confusing him with Jeran...), a Kougra (I think. There&amp;amp;#39;s no Neopedia article about him.). He is a prince cursed with his whole kingdom, Qasalla. To free them he must marry the princess of Sakhmet who will love him trully. He is one of the main characters in the Lost Desert Plot of Neopets. (Sadly, I did not get the chance to participate in it, but I read the comics :D ). He is an interesting character. That evil-looking hero with cool powers that can make a whole kingdom disappear? I changed the theme of my gallery because of him; from Sophie to favorite Neopians. I am getting so cheesy. I remember: forgot to add Jhudora to the list. My,she is going to zap me into a mortog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;edit: Prince Jazan is a kyrii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This gallery of mine sure drains my neopoints. And they are not really safe at the bank. I keep withdrawing them to buy that 40 000 worth of plushie. That is why I have been a year in Neopets and my lupe is not yet painted darigan (I am content with my acara&amp;amp;#39;s unpainted style. I was planning to paint it royal before).Either a)I am dorming and I cannot play everyday, or b)I spend them on collectibles. What makes me happy now is that I finally have some trophies to display :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-7657355212709018890?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7657355212709018890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7657355212709018890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7657355212709018890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7657355212709018890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/11/neopets-again.html' title='Neopets Again'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7201012747140902062</id><published>2008-10-28T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:09:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the @!?#$%</title><content type='html'>Our computer crashed down,probably because of a fugly (sorry for all the words) virus! And now, it&amp;amp;#39;s no longer starting up! Just restart but never really start up. Now, i&amp;amp;#39;m not sure what this post will look like because I just sent this via email. &lt;p&gt;I hope the memory will not be affected, or else, i&amp;amp;#39;ll have to start all over!(and so will my brother. He has autocad files there). All those anime pictures, programs, pixels, manga,music and EVERYTHING! My bro will get angry for sure. He had spent thousands of pesos just to fix that f*cking computer. &lt;p&gt;Why in the world do these people program virus? I know those who develop anti virus are also the ones who make them. It&amp;amp;#39;s their job,alright, but the hell?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-7201012747140902062?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7201012747140902062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7201012747140902062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7201012747140902062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7201012747140902062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/10/what.html' title='What the @!?#$%'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-8733655981454282126</id><published>2008-10-11T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:49:44.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>WOW! I'm Not Grounded Anymore!!!</title><content type='html'>Uh-huh. You read it right--I'm not grounded anymore! Actually, it was last October 4.  Well, let's consider I am not since I can now use the computer without getting scolded at.  &lt;--Copy-pasted the last sentence!!! wakoko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, since I'm not updating any of my blogs/websites for a couple of days, I'm having a hard time constructing my sentences.  Maybe because of to much exposure to Japanese?  I watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darker than Black&lt;/span&gt; most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad to be back to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anime Self&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha. I've lost it before, when I got my website and started pixeling.  I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy Mays! Crazy Mays! Crazy Mays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do I have to bang my head against the wall to regain my consciousness??? I cannot think properly.  I don't know how to make proper sentences now. I'm getting insane.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, yeah.  We had our eductional trip last Thursday.  And it's not an ordinary trip wherein you'll just "sit back and relax".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the following places, all situated in Los Baños:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. International Rice Research Institute (IRRI)&lt;br /&gt;2. National Institute of Molecular Biology and Biotechnology (Biotech)&lt;br /&gt;3. Institute of Plant Breeding&lt;br /&gt;4. Forest Products and Research Institute&lt;br /&gt;5. Makiling Botanic Gardens&lt;br /&gt;6. Sun City (a resort where we had our swimming ^w^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to answer questions.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. What are the different varieties of rice?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is a mycorrhizal fungi?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is germplasm?&lt;br /&gt;4. What are the different materials used in making paper?&lt;br /&gt;5. List 6 kinds of animals you can see around the place.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, at least we 2nd Years don't have as much work as the 1st and 3rd years.  They had 2 sets of questionnaires.  I can say that it is good not to have T. Brad as our teacher in Science.  Let's all thank Dr. Chikkie for being so kind XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our swimming after the tiring day at UP-LB.  I wasn't planning to take a dip but walking up and down long stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try posting some pics if I find any XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-8733655981454282126?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/8733655981454282126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=8733655981454282126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8733655981454282126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8733655981454282126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-im-not-grounded-anymore.html' title='WOW! I&apos;m Not Grounded Anymore!!!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-4392920685733153520</id><published>2008-08-29T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:58:50.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said I cannot use the computer on Saturdays and Sundays because my ranking dropped. She's taking my grades more seriously than I do, but it can't be helped. I need to maintain 9s so I don't get kicked out.I'll have to study hard to regain my privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             -- copy-pasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by saying "copy-pasted"? Answer: I posted this at &lt;a href="http://puresnowz.com/"&gt;Lyn's &lt;/a&gt;website after getting back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1st, I moved down to 3rd but that is not something I would cry about. In fact, I would rather cry over the computer if ever it gets a computer virus. I know, this is so immature, but I can hardly comprehend why I need to get to the top.  I study for my future. I can study without having to be at the first spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But within me, I somehow felt like I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to be there.  And I just realized this after the results.  If you are Faith, then stop reading this entry.  (I just feel like saying that lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what I'd like to be when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grow up.&lt;/span&gt;  Some have dreams of being a nurse, a doctor, an engineer...but I am a confused on what I would aim for.  I would sometimes think of taking computer science to keep my hands on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being addicted to computers probably caused my downfall this quarter.  I find making CGs more interesting than reading.  But I think I'm coming back to my senses this 2nd quarter.  I kept reading stuff I find somewhere.  I developed an interest in reading the Bible after I've read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manga Messiah.  &lt;/span&gt;I've finished that find-your-fate book of Indiana Jones and a Taglish horror story book. I'm getting higher scores because I no longer sleep during class :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chincha, I promise to be better this quarter onwards! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving forward, pressing onward...to our bright future! &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/8145242577006526229-4392920685733153520?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/4392920685733153520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=4392920685733153520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/4392920685733153520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/4392920685733153520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/08/grounded.html' title='Grounded'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-153263172764810697</id><published>2008-08-24T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:41:32.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Mays' Pancakes</title><content type='html'>Yeah, right.Whatever.My pancakes taste nice--they just don't look like those round ones you see! Okay, so I admit it. The pancakes are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deformed.&lt;/span&gt; So what? What matters is the taste. Besides, only me and my brother will eat those. Err...okay, so he did not eat much. He said it's yucky TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box of quick-and-easy-ready-to-make pan cakes was waiting together with the tomato sauce and choco spread for weeks. I bet it was saying like, " Hey!Cook me or die!". Now, his dream has "come true", but his life has come to an end. LOL. No, he is on a 50-50 status. I left half for next time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good-for-nothing-nerdy friend said it wasn't good and she never expected it to be good. What is she blabbering about?She haven't even tasted it yet! Meh, peace, Face-chan LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I type this trying-to-be-longer entry, the crumbs and the melted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dairy Cream &lt;/span&gt;lie beside me getting eaten by black ants. Wow. Poor 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-153263172764810697?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/153263172764810697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=153263172764810697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/153263172764810697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/153263172764810697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/08/mays-pancakes.html' title='Mays&apos; Pancakes'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-1764603444110929042</id><published>2008-08-22T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:37:02.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Nagbabalik!</title><content type='html'>Sa wakas! Nakapag-blog na rin ako ulit. Hay...masyado kasi akong busy sa &lt;a href="http://juicyplum.puresnowz.com"&gt;Juicy Plum&lt;/a&gt; kaya bihira na lang akong magsulat. Heh. Nagpalit na nga pala ako ng layout. Presenting... &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/kawaiichan"&gt;Kawaii-chan's &lt;/a&gt;"Neko-chan" layout. Meh, masyado na 'kong nahihilig sa "-chan". Nakakatamad naman. Balik na lang kaya ako ulit dun sa Juicy Plum? Ang boring ng blog na walang pictures. Hindi ko sila ma-upload dahil hindi gumagana yung PMP ko sa pc namin. Ano ba naman yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-1764603444110929042?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/1764603444110929042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=1764603444110929042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1764603444110929042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1764603444110929042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/08/nagbabalik.html' title='Nagbabalik!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-3377194943232949018</id><published>2008-06-10T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:49:05.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few More Days and It's Back to School</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;bummer.the countdown for going back to school starts, and I've got less than a week to enjoy my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been nice if I go to a school that allows me to go back home every after classes, but that's not the case. I think it's stupid for the school to hold us prisons inside the dormitories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just 13 and yet I can't enjoy my school.i can't imagine myself away from the pc and studying crappy algebra and maths. pfi. I'm no longer interested with Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least there's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a NEW subject.&lt;br /&gt;why am i interested?what subject is interesting anyway?(sarcastic&lt;img src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk154/rukia6297/emoticons/blobtongue.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to have.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, what in the world has gone into the mind of Dr. Shim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so it's kinda lame, yet i'm interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that we're going to have computer class this year.hey, maybe i can put what i learned to the test.i worked with html almost all may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i have my new website named &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/thesoulreaper_07/"&gt;Juicy Plum&lt;/a&gt;.well, don't know if it's going to work.eh? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a site i made for both personal and graphics i make.i think it's sloppy and stupid because i can't install Eyecandy properly.hey, how do you do it?where can i find the plug in folder of PSP?who has the full version of PSP and willing to send me a copy for free?hey!!!i need PSP now that i found out how easy life would be with it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.is it rue that Cute Spot is gone?it won't load, the same as Sugary Sweet.hmm...i wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i off-topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crispin...basilio...mga anak...nasaan kayo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-3377194943232949018?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/3377194943232949018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=3377194943232949018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/3377194943232949018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/3377194943232949018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-more-days-and-it-back-to-school.html' title='Few More Days and It&amp;#39;s Back to School'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk154/rukia6297/emoticons/th_blobtongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-6509683514116885618</id><published>2008-06-09T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:06:20.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>97.1 Barangay LS- Ayos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;97.1 Barangay LS- Ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Astig!Ilang araw at gabi na akong nakikinig sa Brgy. LS lalo na yung Mr. Dream Boy at Talk to Papa.  Natatawa ako sa kanila kaya lang hindi ako nakakapagtext--kasi nakalimutan kong may load ako!WTF.lagi na lang replay ang napapakinggan kong talk to papa kasi may iba akong ginagawa sa hapon.kaya lang, kanina e naisipan kong makinig ng live dahil boring.at naisip ko ring mag text.3 times akong nagtext--reaction at pa-rambo.nung araw na yun kasi pagkagising ko(mga 12:30 ng tanghali) na-sikmat ako ng kuya ko, kaya ayun--Rambo!yeah, pinarambo ko ang aking super mahal na kuya (oy, tunay yon!) at nagtext kina Papa Bear at Papa Kiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa Bear, Papa Kiko, si Mays po ito.  Paparambo ko lang po ang kuya ko!mainit ang ulo, ako ang nasigawan!Kuya, rambo ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And there...send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inabangan ko ang rambo segment at AYOOOOSSS!!!nabasa ang parambo ko!nung time na yun e naisipan na namin ng kuya ko na manood ng DVD at habang isinasalang nya e tawa ako ng tawa.He asked me,"what is funny?", and yes, english.siguro wala magawa yun nun.wala akong sinabi kasi baka pagtawanan din ako.kulang na lang tumalon ako sa tuwa, dahil sa first time kong makinig ng live at magtext, nabasa pa sya!wwwwoooooooohhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang, guilty ako sa pagpaparambo ko sa kuya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUYA, KUNG NABABASA MO MAN TO, SORRY HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binigayan pa nya ko ng chocolate bago lumuwas ng maynila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry talaga, nii-sama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-6509683514116885618?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/6509683514116885618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=6509683514116885618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/6509683514116885618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/6509683514116885618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/06/971-barangay-ls-ayos.html' title='97.1 Barangay LS- Ayos!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-4979639177462630385</id><published>2008-06-05T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:48:23.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Official Site!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Official Site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yay!so this ambitious little girl has a site now!and no, it's not Blogger.  It's a true web hosting site!but it's currently under construction.it would take a lot of months before the completion of my &lt;evil&gt; plans, but I'll be putting a lot of stuff for you^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thought up names to call the site, and consulted my mom which name sounds coolest.(rather, cutest)i ended up with Juicy plum and that's how it came.but when i searched it, it's some kind of porn.wtf, should i change it?i'll think up later.i don't wanna get stressed up.okay,okay, so i'll keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to make an iframe now!but i still need reference from actual iframe layouts.but yeah, just as Ms. Love from Cute Spot said, it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when the "grand" opening would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bothered by the ads in my site.that's what free hosting is about.i wonder if geocities have them too.i just found out that it's free as long as you have a yahoo account.no, i don't think that's how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8145242577006526229-4979639177462630385?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/4979639177462630385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=4979639177462630385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/4979639177462630385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/4979639177462630385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/06/official-site.html' title='Official Site!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-8312262856393374268</id><published>2008-06-03T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:27:48.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>My New Multiply Theme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My New Multiply Theme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wow, sinisipag akong gumawa ng Multiply themes!Bago na ang theme ko--mas personlized kesa dati!here are some screen shots of my current theme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUnDoI9r7I/AAAAAAAAACs/RYxVIJTa4zw/s1600-h/untitled02.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUnDoI9r7I/AAAAAAAAACs/RYxVIJTa4zw/s320/untitled02.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207611487391952818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUnWAvknsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/25EKTDzojak/s1600-h/untitled03.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUnWAvknsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/25EKTDzojak/s320/untitled03.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207611803233984194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinubukan ko naman ngayon ang Japanese Minimalist base theme.  yung mga dati kong ginagawa ay puro avlack lang.  mas matrabaho 'tong Japanese Minimalist, pero mas cute naman ang kinalalabasan, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got the idea from the group I joined, which is called &lt;a href="http://mykawaiitheme.multiply.com/" target"_blank"&gt;My Kawaii Themes&lt;/a&gt;.Gumagawa sila ng cute themes and they share it in the group. nakita ko yung isang theme ni &lt;a href="http://sassychique.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Ate Shai&lt;/a&gt; na parang scrapbook na cork board.  basta, cute yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**note: Please vote &lt;a href="http://sassychique.net/" target_"blank"&gt;Ate Shai&lt;/a&gt; for the best Teen Blog design category in the Candy Teen Blog Awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi pa dyan natatapos ang lahat! dahil nakaisip na naman ako ng theme!Poring!!!Mas cute naman ang colors nito.at...puro Poring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUomCBd7tI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Dp2s9D7QkL8/s1600-h/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUomCBd7tI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Dp2s9D7QkL8/s320/untitled.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207613177967013586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay ba?hindi ko pa sya nagagamit, pero malapit na.*sigh*bago mag pasukan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to those who are wondering, my Multiply Site is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://shinigamiprincess.multiply.com/"&gt;http://shinigamiprincess.multiply.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If only I can make Blogger layouts too...I'd be very happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh well, be content with what you have.kapag magaling na ko sa Multiply, then I'll make one for Blogger naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/8145242577006526229-8312262856393374268?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/8312262856393374268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=8312262856393374268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8312262856393374268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8312262856393374268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-multiply-theme.html' title='My New Multiply Theme!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SEUnDoI9r7I/AAAAAAAAACs/RYxVIJTa4zw/s72-c/untitled02.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-8022923572908441161</id><published>2008-05-26T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:18:09.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><title type='text'>Bushou na Kuroneko is Officially Created!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bushou na Kuroneko is Officially Created!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it was yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might not know it, but I created this group in hopes of having an original title. yep, i think "blog of eternal boredom" is too common to people, there's even one blog called "eternal boredom" at blogger!  so, now i thought of a new blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it would be for my short stories, but i realized that a blog for fan fictions is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't plan of opening this blog right away, but yeah, i need more time to plan.hmmm...i'll transfer my posts from the other blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have 2 accounts, i thought it would be easier to have all my blogs in one place, to avoid confusion as well as to be more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call this blog "bushou na kuroneko" which means lazy black cat. yep, i'm lazy.i searched for a translator to japanese to make it more unique, and i found one that generated kanji.  i took it to another site to translate to romaji and english and it was right!umm...i'm not sure though, because i'm not a japanese...anyway, i'm putting this under hiatus to have a nice site when it opens!&lt;br /&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/8145242577006526229-8022923572908441161?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/8022923572908441161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=8022923572908441161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8022923572908441161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8022923572908441161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/05/kkkk.html' title='Bushou na Kuroneko is Officially Created!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-8410361185011494152</id><published>2008-05-26T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:19:26.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world wide web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>A Crazy Game@Dalcomie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Crazy Game@Dalcomie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was one of those boring days that I discovered another nice site owned by a Korean by accident. I don't know what site gave me that link,but it's one of my reference sites when it comes to graphics. introducing, &lt;a href="http://dalcomie.net/"&gt;dalcomie.net&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;umm...it was a long time ago, maybe two weeks before today, or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i looked around the site and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;clicked on where i shouldn't have clicked...it says "do not click!", but because of my stubbornness, and probably because of a thing most Filipinos have..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masarap ang bawal," ika nga nila, &lt;/span&gt;I clicked it and got surprised when an alert message appeared. haha. here goes the fun. unbelievable, she managed to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me hit "ok"...one after another alert message saying stupid things. heh.that's the price for being so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CBeLLT_BzfI/SDlyWIV_F0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/02wuK2xMXM4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204316568925706050" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CBeLLT_BzfI/SDlyWIV_F0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/02wuK2xMXM4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i began wondering how she did that game, or what code she used.it was pretty interesting for me.hey, maybe i can use it here, right? and i'll make you suffer just the way i did with that crazy game ^__^&lt;/span&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/8145242577006526229-8410361185011494152?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/8410361185011494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=8410361185011494152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8410361185011494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/8410361185011494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-gamedalcomie.html' title='A Crazy Game@Dalcomie'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CBeLLT_BzfI/SDlyWIV_F0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/02wuK2xMXM4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-5070572365949344024</id><published>2008-05-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:20:24.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onii-chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><title type='text'>Yay!  Thanks Kuya!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay!  Thanks Kuya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wha-cha!my brother bought an mp4 player for  my birthday!kkkk....i greeted him a happy birthday on friendster, since we're  the same month, on the day of my birthday.that's may 6. then i saw a personal  message in my Friendster inbox on may18. yeah! he asked me what i wanted as a  gift.i said "ipod.hindi, joke lang.hehehe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he bought one for me,  but not exactly an ipod.it's an mp4 player just as i told you earlier.it looked  like a digi-cam.oh,woot woot.how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8145242577006526229-5070572365949344024?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/5070572365949344024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=5070572365949344024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5070572365949344024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5070572365949344024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-thanks-kuya.html' title='Yay!  Thanks Kuya!!!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-1674972495442140877</id><published>2008-05-17T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:21:10.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agriculture'/><title type='text'>A Simple Botany Lesson II (Lola's Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A Simple Botany Lesson II (Lola's Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Lola came to our house to visit  the worker they had paid to fix the mess in our li'l plantation. I was preparing  our lunch when I heard my father and her talking about an itchy plant they've  found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"sinabi ko na sa'yong lipa 'yan  e."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, nadali si Phaphie ng lipa na yun. sabi ni lola (okay, I  call her "nanay") makati daw talaga yun kaya nga nagkaroon ng kasabihan na "daig  pa ang lipa", na napatunayan naman ni father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"aba'y oo nga, at napagkakati.tingnan nyo, o.parang  masakit na makati."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilagay nila sa sigaan yung lipa na may  malalaki at malalapad na dahong mahirap i-explain.para bang ikmo na magaspang na  mabalahibo na ewan. hehe, exaggerated naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andami ko nang  natututunan sa mga nakatatanda.sa panahon ba naman kasi ng computer games at  internet e wala nang exposure ang kabataan sa environment at bihira lang  mapuna.kaya siguro may global warming 'no?LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to update  you.magtatagalog na 'ko sa blog na to.nakakatamad naman kasing mag-english.sa  anime fever forum--english.Multiply--english.fan fictions--wtf...english  parin!hay naku, bored na ko. &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/8145242577006526229-1674972495442140877?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/1674972495442140877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=1674972495442140877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1674972495442140877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1674972495442140877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/05/simple-botany-lesson-ii-lolas-version.html' title='A Simple Botany Lesson II (Lola&apos;s Version)'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-2025580125057268364</id><published>2008-05-02T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:21:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Results: Bleach Heaven Most Active Members</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;April Results: Bleach Heaven Most Active Members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya! the results for the most active members  of Bleach Heaven for April 2008 are out! We all know that the group is just  starting, but thanks to our active members, Bleach Heaven is going strong. April  is our first month, which means that the following are also the the first  members to be given the award. Now, now, here they are. Quit being impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST ACTIVE MEMBERS--APRIL2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2.5 kagome7146&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Umm...she'll  probably laugh when she reads this. She posted 8 comments and voted at one of my  polls, gaining her a total of 12 POINTS. She got the 2 points because this is  the only Bleach group she joined. Another 2 points because she's my contact. Ok,  fine, I admit that most of her posts were not about Bleach but who's better  between us. Oh, well.She's one of my active members for this month. I was  actually surprised when she posted a reply about the GrimmxHime pairing since  she's not that much of a fan of Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2.5 toushirou15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.I bug her to post a  comment and be active every time we chat. She loves Hitsugaya, thus, her user  name. Ahem. toushirou15 is a SHE. Don't be mistaken. I made her an administrator  here but i revoked it already. Come on, all the groups I made, she's an admin.  She told me to make her a member in just one group, so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  posted a comment, voted on two of our polls and made use of the chat box. Most  her points are bonus for being my best friend. hey, of course I followed the  pointing system!!!Click &lt;a href="http://bleachheaven.multiply.com/notes/item/10"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check. Being  my contact, joining only BH as Bleach group and joining my other groups. She got  a total of 12 POINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1...kkkkkkkk....drum roll please! And our most  active member of Bleach Heaven for April 2008 is...none other  than...aydashyera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Active Member:  aydashyera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our GrimmxHime supporter and my first member to become  active (I was very happy when she first posted &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png" /&gt;) Princess Ai, is  our most active member for April 2008! She got a total of 34 POINTS for the  music, album, pictures, comments and bonus. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you  go! the following shows the breakdown of points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aydashyera&lt;br /&gt;chat box  : 2x1=2&lt;br /&gt;music : 3x2=6&lt;br /&gt;comments: 6x1=6&lt;br /&gt;pictures : 14 =10&lt;br /&gt;fan  fiction : 1x5=5&lt;br /&gt;bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;album : 3&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;BH only: 2&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;total points 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toushirou15&lt;br /&gt;comments:  1x1=1&lt;br /&gt;chat :1x1=1&lt;br /&gt;bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;contact: 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;my groups  joined : 3x2=6&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;only BH: 2&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;total points 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kagome7146&lt;br /&gt;comments: 8x1=8&lt;br /&gt;bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;only BH: 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;contact :2&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;total points 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunny95&lt;br /&gt;comment: 1x1=1&lt;br /&gt;bonus:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;special day:2&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;total points 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any problems with my math, then tell  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scores are reset, so you can still be the most active member for  the next months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this has been posted to my other sites and blogs)&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/8145242577006526229-2025580125057268364?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/2025580125057268364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=2025580125057268364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/2025580125057268364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/2025580125057268364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/05/april-results-bleach-heaven-most-active.html' title='April Results: Bleach Heaven Most Active Members'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7050228586243394611</id><published>2008-04-29T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:22:06.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agriculture'/><title type='text'>A Simple Botany Lesson From Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A Simple Botany Lesson From Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting prettily in our sofa when my father called out to me. He showed me some kind of parasitic plant attached to a dead branch of the rambutan tree. He called it balite which reminds me of a huge tree that is said to be the home of paranormal creatures. It's not like it whichever way you look at it. It is a long slim plant that attaches itself to the host and absorbs all the nutrients thus killing it. My father told us (my mom and I) that its seeds are spread through the poop of bird who took the seed in and the action of the wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to what I saw, it is a harmful plant that could kill the livelihood of plant growers. the fruit-bearing tree dies because of it and yield will be decreased. I don't know yet if it has any beneficial effects for man, but I'll try researching about it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-7050228586243394611?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7050228586243394611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7050228586243394611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7050228586243394611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7050228586243394611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-botany-lesson-from-father.html' title='A Simple Botany Lesson From Father'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-5094846312537441065</id><published>2008-04-26T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:22:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mays-tery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mays-tery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just visited Faith's blog and found a link to a site that tells you 'bout the name of a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Mays Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some things here matched me and I'm not sure what to believe in. but a person should not be controlled by stuff like this that claims to tell who you are. That's a mystery, alright, and anybody can try it for fun. It's not restricted anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145242577006526229-5094846312537441065?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/5094846312537441065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=5094846312537441065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5094846312537441065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/5094846312537441065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/04/mays-tery.html' title='Mays-tery'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-6533925049862546423</id><published>2008-04-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:22:56.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Over Site Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy Over Site Building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well,  it’s been a long time since I last updated this miserable blog!  I’m glad that you still came here to see if I published anything  new. Unfortunately, none! Sorry, maybe  next time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just kidding. So here I am to tell you what  I feel right now. I’m fighting my urge to go to my dreaded  Multiply site, which is turning me crazy. It makes me want  to go see the site again and again and check every part of it!  I want to see how many have joined my group, how many have looked at the  pages and registered on Multiply just to join there! I’m  always thinking of what others think if they view it at all.  I’m working hard to make it presentable, you know! I  want it to look very, very kawaii. This group site is the  only site that I put all my efforts to! (I’m done with  Friendster). I even write all my plans for it on a  notebook! Now that’s stupid.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have always wanted to have my own site filled with anime  goodness. But since the anime world is so vast, I chose my  one and only favorite: &lt;i&gt;Bleach&lt;/i&gt;. But even if it’s just  a single anime, it still gives me a lot of trouble. There  should be manga, anime, music, photos and musicals! Just  imagine all of that multiplied by thousands and thousands of anime. (I can’t count it).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believe that that site could be greater if I pour my efforts  and love (cheesy) to it. (I’m gonna throw up.  I can’t believe I’m saying those ultra yucky and cheesy things!  *hulp*)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe you’re wondering what site I’m talking about.  I cannot call it an official website, but let’s just call it “site”. (They are practically the same thing). It’s  a group I made with my Multiply account. (If you freakin’  don’t know about Multiply, then go to &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com/"&gt;http://www.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt; and register!) It has no own domain name unlike google.com and yahoo.com, but  is like blablabla.blogspot.com or blablabla.multiply.com. I  can’t guarantee that you’ll like it so think of the following.  These are the qualities of those that would like my stupid  site.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:verdana;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Knows  Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Ishida Uryuu, Inoue Orihime, Sado Yasutora and  Abarai Renji. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Knows  the Gotei 13.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Knows  the nature of shinigami, hollow, bountou, vizard and  arrancar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gets  his/her head bangin’ or body shakin’ whenever he/she hears &lt;i&gt;Rolling Star&lt;/i&gt;  or &lt;i&gt;Ichirin no Hana&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fills  his/her pc with the characters in #1’s picture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anime  freak and most importantly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;100%  &lt;i&gt;Bleach &lt;/i&gt;addict (or if you want a term that will not send you to a  rehabilitation center…”fan”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you are any or all of those, then click &lt;a href="http://bleachheaven.multiply.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or if it doesn’t work, go to  &lt;a href="http://bleachheaven.multiply.com/"&gt;http://bleachheaven.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;  and join my group!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8145242577006526229-6533925049862546423?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/6533925049862546423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=6533925049862546423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/6533925049862546423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/6533925049862546423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-over-site-building.html' title='Crazy Over Site Building'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-7228920520629699717</id><published>2008-03-26T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:23:24.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onii-chan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><title type='text'>Big Bro Rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBeLLT_BzfI/R-epOj251oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BtEkBHPwetE/s1600-h/19619996147734l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181295963921831554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBeLLT_BzfI/R-epOj251oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BtEkBHPwetE/s320/19619996147734l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bro Rules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I found a picture of my big brother in our  computer and decided to introduce him to you. I appologize for choosing a photo  with his eyes red like sasuke and itachi's sharingan.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, that is not his hairstyle anymore. He  let it groooowww too much that it looked like a bird's nest. When he visited our  neighboring relatives yesterday, March 23, 2008, our grandma got a comb and ran  it on his hair. They asked if he had headlice because of his curly hair and said  that if I had his, I would have no problems concerning those icky yucky little  creatures! &gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He had also grown his hair to that extent  but had it relaxed and so, he really looked like an actor on TV!Honestly!He  looked like that actor...oh...forgot his name. He no longer have any shows  today. The time when he was famous was the time when GMA7 aired Estrada's  impeachment trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, well...he'll turn 25 this May 15, same  date as my bestfriend and nine days after my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some say that he is handsome. I brought one  of his photos wearing a samurai costume, and they were so shocked when they  found out that he IS my brother. They even thought that he is a  model!(bleah...). One of them admitted having a "slight crush" on him. (hint:  she has a picture in this blog!). &lt;a href="http://damesanctuary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt; also said that he is cute  and would often refer to him during our chat sessions as "ang kuya mong gwapo"  (your handsome brother).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our parents would often comment on his broad  shoulder which they say "wider than a refrigerator". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8145242577006526229-7228920520629699717?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/7228920520629699717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=7228920520629699717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7228920520629699717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/7228920520629699717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-bro-rules.html' title='Big Bro Rules!'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CBeLLT_BzfI/R-epOj251oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BtEkBHPwetE/s72-c/19619996147734l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145242577006526229.post-1493517231095622922</id><published>2008-03-26T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:23:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of the Princess Who Forgot Her Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tale of the Princess Who Forgot Her Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after we finished loitering around Oivarez Plaza with the plan of checking our internet connection. Plan A: update blog, play. Plan B: watch DVDs. I walked home slowly...slowly...slow....zzzzzzzz....(joking). I suddenly remembered that I didn't bring my key! So... what now? My father's at work, my mother is out and my brother is not home. All possible entrances are locked. I waited for my father to return since it's noon time and he is supposed to eat his lunch. Minutes passed and no sign of him, so I decided to make my own way. I searched for some wire to open the door, remembering how thieves get into people's homes. Didn't work, just as I thought. I wasn't putting any effort in what I was doing. (Sorry, in a hurry, cannot retell beautifully.) I checked on the front yard (hahahaha) and waited there thinking of how fun it is to get locked outside your house. I looked into my bag, hoping that I put my key inside unconsciously. There I found a nail cutter. It is another chance to get into the house! (oh, mana!) I went to the back door (kkkkkkk) and tried to open it using the nail cutter's....shalashala....what do you call the part used in smoothing the edges of the nails after cutting???(argh!Just!) and surprisingly succeeded. The only problem with the backdoor is the wood that blocks from the inside, so I tried the front door. Too bad, the keyhole is too small...(ss*bal s*ki!). Go back to the back door!!! This time I tried to get this wooden obstacle out of my way. Silently, I got a chair from the neighborhood(also out...) and stepped on it to see what I was doing. Success!Last obstacle...the screen door... This door is the hardest part. How can you open a door with screen???I was hopeless... But wait!An idea struck me. I looked for a wire, bent it's end, pierced through the screen and reached for the lock. It took me a couple of trials before I finally surpassed this obstacle. Heheheheheheh, I could be a thief!!!(nah...no ambition..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that's how the princess who forgot her key solve the problem!Yehey!!!&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/8145242577006526229-1493517231095622922?l=bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/feeds/1493517231095622922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145242577006526229&amp;postID=1493517231095622922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1493517231095622922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145242577006526229/posts/default/1493517231095622922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushounakuroneko.blogspot.com/2008/03/tale-of-princess-who-forgot-her-key.html' title='Tale of the Princess Who Forgot Her Key'/><author><name>Mays-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487185646776580554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzC9-nFQjnk/SDln7RMIQGI/AAAAAAAAABw/3SwyoxGiV7U/S220/Rukia19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
