<?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-32823101</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:04:21.082-07:00</updated><category term='korean dramas'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='broken love'/><category term='drama'/><category term='searching for some soul'/><category term='memories'/><category term='kiligations'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='fooling around'/><category term='addictives'/><category term='emo'/><category term='melancholy'/><category term='change'/><category term='geeking around'/><category term='anime'/><category term='cram'/><category term='fun'/><category term='stressful days'/><category term='hate'/><category term='busy life'/><category term='moved'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='jdoramas'/><title type='text'>suicide</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-439218207550116171</id><published>2009-08-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:26:28.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moved'/><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just moved &lt;a href="http://saltandpapers.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-439218207550116171?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/439218207550116171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=439218207550116171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/439218207550116171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/439218207550116171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2009/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-3520079965440413263</id><published>2008-04-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:34:54.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Sayonara, fall in love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello everyone! It’s been a long, long time since I last updated and wrote something good in here. As you can see, the owner is still lazy to update her blog until now. A lot of things happened to me and I’m way too lazy to jot them all down here. I’m not going to tell you everything from detail to detail. I’m only going to write the things I want to tell you guys. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m still addicted to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; anime stuffs&lt;/span&gt;. I actually finished five anime series only this month. Let’s see… Lovely Complex, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, Fruits Basket, Ghost Hunt and Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovely Complex&lt;/span&gt; really made me fall in love even more to my first love (who happens to be 2 inches shorter than I am).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TRC&lt;/span&gt; is pretty good (I love CLAMP!) especially Kuro-rin and Fay-san. I love that two even if they are always fighting. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fruits Basket &lt;/span&gt;made me cry all night when I watched it! The last episode brought tears to my eyes and I can’t help but to cry all night. I love Tohru and Kyou. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost Hunt!!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh my goodness, this anime made me freak out when I was watching it at the attic. Watching it alone and to see super-horrifying episodes makes me want to watch for more. I love Mai and Naru! They are one of the best pairs in the anime. And yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jigoku Shoujou Futakomori&lt;/span&gt; is one of the best. The third installment will be aired this year but I don’t know what month. I can’t wait to see Enma Ai to drool more of the hell-life. The series actually made me also cry when Ai died in the end. Such crazy townspeople. I’m not watching any anime series right now. Oh yeah, shopping list of anime DVDs and mangas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wallflower DVD (must have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Tears DVD (must have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howl’s Moving Castle DVD (must have!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wallflower manga (volume 1, 2 and 3) (must have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honey and Clover (season one and two)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Inuyasha DVD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kare Kano DVD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ghost Hunt manga (volume 1-10) (must have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love Roma mang (volume 1-5)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ouran Kouko Hostabu manga (volume 1-10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, what do you think? Am I turning a little too much of my being Otaku? That’s the life of being an Otaku and I’m proud of it! The ones with the (must have!) are what I will buy this week. Mama might kill me when she found out I’m going to buy these stuffs. That’s what I live for (aside from watching DVD, surfing the net, eating, writing and loving my parents, all rolled in one!). I don’t know what to say anymore. OH! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please, please, visit my Triond account and comment on the article I made&lt;/span&gt;. I’m actually raising money online right now because I want to help my mama to enroll me this coming May. I just want to at least help her pay for the entrance and tuition fees. Just click the link below and voila!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authspot.com/Thoughts/My-Mothers-Love.112750"&gt;My Mother’s Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jaa, I’ll be going now. Will go to animeost.net to answer some forum and download some songs. I’m loving the band Second Hand Serenade right now and I’m in LSS mode right now. Sore jaa, sayonara!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-3520079965440413263?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3520079965440413263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=3520079965440413263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3520079965440413263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3520079965440413263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/04/sayonara-fall-in-love.html' title='Sayonara, fall in love!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-9219679544577199757</id><published>2008-04-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:34:34.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>At last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SORRY! I didn't update like, weeks or so. So, new layout and I fixed some of the fanlisting stuffs at the sidebar. My eyes are tilting backwards due to hot weather and grumbling stomach. So, there you go! I'll update tomorrow probably 'cause I'm not doing anything right now. Currently addicted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taniyama Mai and Shibuya Kazuya/Naru&lt;/span&gt; right now, hence, the people above this simple layout. Hope you like it. Watching Fruits Basket and I'm in love with Kyou-kichi. :) Hehe! I'll be posting something better than this. This is only a temporary post since this blog lack entries because the owner is pretty lazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-9219679544577199757?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/9219679544577199757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=9219679544577199757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9219679544577199757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9219679544577199757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-last.html' title='At last.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1879232422828707471</id><published>2008-03-15T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:00:51.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Shangri-la</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, you must be wondering why on earth this is the only time I updated after some days (weeks, I think) had passed. Truth to be said and even if I’m tired of saying it, I was hell busy with requirements and reviewing for our final examinations that was held last week. I was running, with beads of sweat trickling down on my face when we were having our requirements signed since some people listed on my slip are not easy to fine. As in,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Especially when it was the last day to pass our slips. I was like, &lt;span&gt;“I’m going crazy already people!”&lt;/span&gt; and I wasn’t able to eat properly those times. But it paid off and I passed it on time, whew. About out final examinations, the exams in Filipino and History made my nose bleed. I didn’t review anything from my subjects because I can finally smell the scent of summer vacation. Mathematics is fine although I forgot how to solve ratio and slope. I only remember it when we were about to pass out papers… talk about good timing, ne? After examinations, the vain people (my classmates and I) took pictures since some of us will transfer schools. Hell, I’ll miss my friends this summer, arf.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what did happened to my birthday last week? Fine, my friends came over out house, chit-chat and ate some foods that my mother and my aunt prepared. I was laughing all along with my friends that day. I haven’t uploaded my birthday pictures though since I’m lazy to scan the pictures. As usual, my classmates and batch mates greeted me the usual greeting when you’re having the day of your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’ll be Thamy’s birthday on March 20 and I can’t wait to come over their house, yippee! About our COCC life, all of us are finally an officer BUT we’ll rearrange the designation because some of the officers don’t deserve their positions. Not just because they are friends with the ex-officers doesn’t mean they’ll be on top of the chart. Never mind this thing. We’ll be going to the mall and I’ll buy Hell Girl season two and Lovely Complex! I missed Enma Ai’s voice and I missed Ren, too! Lovely Complex actually caught my eye when I read it at Wiki that the girl is 5’7 while the boy is 5’1. Talk about height doesn’t matter stuff, hehe! I’m turning into DVDholic again. I actually bought Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles last Friday since I’m intrigue why a lot of people loved it. I’m going to jive in and watch it next week. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently finished the anime series,&lt;span&gt; Bokura Ga Ita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yesterday and it made my heart break once more. I was crying in the ending since Motoharu Yano left Takahashi Nanami. But, there’ll be a season two next year and I’m looking forward to watch more of their confusing but everlasting love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;So, that’s it for now. I’ll make a review about it. ‘ciao!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1879232422828707471?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1879232422828707471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1879232422828707471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1879232422828707471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1879232422828707471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/03/shangri-la.html' title='Shangri-la'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7108123494759644086</id><published>2008-03-01T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:52:42.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9 days to go before &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; birthday. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7 days for more sufferings for my requirements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 weeks before &lt;strong&gt;vacation&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 weeks before Thamy's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4 weeks before Sheila's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super, super, super busy right now about clearance stuffs, that's why this entry will be extremely short (as in). Anyway, I really need to go since I have to arrange my books and magazines into my bag. I will update here maybe before or after my birthday. I want to go to the mall and buy some DVDs but I can't. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&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/32823101-7108123494759644086?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7108123494759644086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7108123494759644086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7108123494759644086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7108123494759644086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5245797075503458035</id><published>2008-02-13T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:56:56.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Planetarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for not updating! And since I'm lost in the world of blogging, I now present you a Valentine layout. It's &lt;strong&gt;Hana Yori Dango Returns&lt;/strong&gt;. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I'll be &lt;strong&gt;hiatus&lt;/strong&gt; - again. I know, the site's lack on updates, I have gruesome layout and unchecked e-mail address. I'm &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; if those things makes you angry, but I'm a busy person. :O Anyway, I'll be back after clearance since I know, this month is a hell month. Tomorrow will be our JS Promenade and I'm half-excited, half-nervous about it. I wish everything will be fine, that it will go smoothly as I planned. And I wish, &lt;strong&gt;he will dance me&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*wishes are meant to be broken sometimes, sigh* &lt;/em&gt;So, I'll be hiatus now. 'Till we see each other, sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5245797075503458035?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5245797075503458035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5245797075503458035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5245797075503458035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5245797075503458035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/02/planetarium.html' title='Planetarium'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8345333750161488336</id><published>2008-01-10T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:51:30.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>His look + His smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It took&lt;br /&gt;One look&lt;br /&gt;And forever lay out in front of me&lt;br /&gt;One smile&lt;br /&gt;Then I died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to be revived by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; happy today even if I’m totally tired from waking up so early in the morning. Before I can tell you about why I am so happy today, let’s first take a look at the past (so emotional me). Last Monday, we had our first training after having our two weeks vacation last Christmas time. Our commandant told us that we will have our morning training starting Tuesday morning. And we’re like, &lt;em&gt;“Whoa! You have to be here before 5:30 in the morning?! Are you nuts?!” &lt;/em&gt;Even if we acted like that (although we supposedly not disagree), we still agreed and woke up too early in the morning. I was like, awake for 4:00 in the morning and have to go out from our house at 5:20 in the morning since my school is not so far away from my house. The first two days were F-U-N although we have to suffer repeatedly pumping everytime our commandant is not satisfied with our work. And imagine, yesterday I was the first one to arrive before 5:30 am is about to come? I’m like that, always early than anybody else. And I have to skip computers to sleep early but I can’t do that. I’m a computer nerd, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I a little breathless&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; a little giddy right now?! The reason is him. Okay, he’s not Patrick (oh my god, I’m writing this on public! Shame on me!). Rather, he’s a little older to me and he also studies at our school. Who is he? Our Core! He’s the one who commands us whenever we have training. The reason I’m happy is because I get to laugh with the others earlier in the training. And get this, I saw him walking on the bridge while I was about to go home! We had this 10-second “eye-to-eye” and I was shock! I was shock because I wasn’t expecting this to happen even if he just looked at me. &lt;em&gt;And I almost forgot, he kept on smiling at me whenever we have training and he always get to my way whenever we’re marching&lt;/em&gt;. Aww, I’m really happy when he’s around. But who is he? &lt;strong&gt;He’s Derick&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, I’m writing this on public, I’m so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ll get going now. &lt;strong&gt;I’m super happy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8345333750161488336?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8345333750161488336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8345333750161488336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8345333750161488336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8345333750161488336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/01/his-look-his-smile.html' title='His look + His smile'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4687872468429676746</id><published>2008-01-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:05:08.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Sakasama no chou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are feelings that refuse to become words&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much a person stretches out their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are places inside people that can’t be reached&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love each person's un-voiceable feelings&lt;br /&gt;Even if they don't turn into anything, &lt;strong&gt;they will be forever unchanged&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since I last updated in here. As usual, last holiday was a little hectic since I have to go there and here to cook and clean because relatives come and go like some housefly. I had an enchanting New Year last January 1. My sister and I drank lots of hot chocolates, some ham, palabok (this is a kind of noodles with orange color, shrimps, some cabbages and some pork) and bread. My mom cooked a lot of foods and some of the foods were not eaten by my relatives. I really love the fireworks, lighting up the quiet and blank sky that night. Imagine, I have to endure stupid noisy fireworks just to catch a glimpse of the fountain! But I have to say, I didn’t had an enchanting Christmas last December 25. That day was so ordinary; people flee from house to house. But I enjoyed going to the mall though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just finished &lt;strong&gt;Shin Seiki Evangelion&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jigokou Shoujou&lt;/strong&gt;! Oh my god, Shin Seiki is one of the best anime ever created. My favorite children, &lt;strong&gt;Nagisa Kaworu&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ayanami Rei&lt;/strong&gt; is one the best pairing ever. I must say, the anime is a little psychological and a little confusing, especially whenever Ikari Shinji is depressed (he keeps saying this sentence, “I mustn’t runaway!” in the episodes). The best parts would be the Eva series. &lt;strong&gt;Eva Unit 01&lt;/strong&gt; is the best Eva series because it became a monster! She ate the Angel in Ep. 21 (correct me if I’m wrong) and she putted the metal-like sheet into her arms and suddenly it became a human arm! That was the scariest episode in anime. And who would forget Ep. 24? Nagisa Kaworu, the fifth children made a 15-minutes cameo there. Sadly, he died because he told Shinji that he’s not the one who should die. The last two episodes are much more confusing since it talks about depression, the past, family and confusing theories about life and death. I must admit, I didn’t understand the ending. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigokou Shoujou is one intensifying and tear-jerking anime. At first, I thought what kind of anime is this and when I watched the first six episodes, I was like “Whoa, I want to be like Enma Ai!” &lt;strong&gt;Enma Ai&lt;/strong&gt; is the protagonist of the anime. She is the Hell Girl. You’ll never know her history until you watch the last two episodes. Ep. 25 is the best episode since it talks about Ai’s childhood friend whom she also loved, Sentarou. Sentarou is like her big brother but soon though, they were caught into the Mountain God and Ai and her family was forced to be killed in order to offer to the mountain. Sentarou is the one who poured the dirt which he regretted afterwards. I like the ending although it’s kind short. Ai was crying when she destroyed the temple Sentarou created for her. Her heart is still full of hatred of her past. I better watch the second season one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s my ranting today. I’ll update as soon as possible. Jaa na!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4687872468429676746?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4687872468429676746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4687872468429676746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4687872468429676746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4687872468429676746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2008/01/sakasama-no-chou.html' title='Sakasama no chou'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5870830210527253041</id><published>2007-12-25T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:57:41.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Seasons greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be with you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, even the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We should stay together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I need to be with &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, minna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I celebrated Christmas yesterday with much desire to be different. Actually, papa and mama had a fight so Christmas is a little sad for us. Imagine, because of their fight, papa stayed away from her and stayed at the cock farm for the rest of the day yesterday! But I’m glad, they are together again – for good, I know. So where was I? We went to the mall to watch some movie. It was the second and last installment of KKK (if you can browse the archives, you can see a post about the movie, Kasal Kasali Kasalo which is KKK), SSS (Sakal Sakali Saklolo, that is). I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; had a laugh last night, watching the hilarious storyline and the hilarious actresses and actors. I enjoyed more than the people in the cinema did because that’s the first again I watched a movie, since I don’t have time and money to spend with. After that, we went to buy some stuff and ate at &lt;strong&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/strong&gt;, my favorite Japanese restaurant next to Tokyo Café. The beef gyudon and beef teriyaki is very delicious and affordable. They gave us big servings. After that, we strolled down and drunk Starbucks Coffee, &lt;em&gt;for the sake of my caffeine fix&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn’t really felt the breeze of the cold wind and the happiness of the people yesterday. It’s Christmas, but the world feels a little different. Maybe, because of money? I just don’t get it. Aww, I missed my friends in the school. How I wish, I could spend a day with them one of these days. Hehe, you know, bonding and shopping again. What else did I forgot to tell you guys? Yeah, I wasn’t able to make e-cards for my online friends (disgraceful!). I was such in a hurry to finish &lt;strong&gt;XXXHOLiC&lt;/strong&gt; and I can’t spend a minute in the computer due to sibling rivalry. The make me go away from the computer that’s why, I always spend watching DVDs or reading some books. Sucks, I know. I made a new layout – again since I wasn’t really enjoying seeing my site with my Hikki layout. I made a boring layout and it sucks but &lt;strong&gt;I love Hikki&lt;/strong&gt; so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ll be going now. It’s raining in here and it’s cute. Jaa na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5870830210527253041?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5870830210527253041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5870830210527253041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5870830210527253041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5870830210527253041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Seasons greetings'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2948283668574020737</id><published>2007-12-21T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:25:34.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I can't meet you before my world ends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please let me sleep next to you&lt;/em&gt;. Any place will do.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;As these fleeting days pass by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural to feel &lt;strong&gt;whimsical&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisashiburi, minna-san! Finally, Catherine’s signing in again here at her blog. I’m in the state of shock right now, of how I’ve been away for so long – not updating in here makes me want to cry and shed a tear. But I survived anyway. And with my new layout, I hope I will update more of my tidbits in life in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a lot of things happened in my life when I was away in here. Like for example, exploring more of myself in making some icons at my Live Journal. That’s the first time I got myself into something else aside from posting an entry and bloghopping. I enjoyed making icons, passing them at the right time and winning. Imagine, my smiles are getting bigger everytime I win in the contest (I know, a little childish but that’s how it is). There’s a lot of problems that occurred my mind too when I was away. Problems in money. Haha, but I survive massive money consumption yesterday by buying &lt;strong&gt;Shin Seiki Evangelion&lt;/strong&gt; at Comic Alley. I’m currently watching that anime since I love Ayanami Rei. She’s one of the best anime character, next to my L Lawliet. I also into &lt;strong&gt;XXXHOLiC&lt;/strong&gt; (Watanuki Kimihiro is my crush there!). I actually got that DVD yesterday, as an exchange gift with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how’s it when I was away? I know, all of you are busy spending your entire Christmas break but I’m eager to hear your words. I also noticed the lack of comments in my comments area that’s why I’m sad whenever I see my blog, no one’s commenting on my entries. I was used on seeing one good comment everytime I sign in when I’m blogging but I saw my comments area, no one’s around. But that’s fine with me; I think my blog’s that worn out already. This blog’s been here for a year already and I’m happy to see myself, still running this poor site. Oh, smile Catherine! Weeping for your own good will not make you happy or ecstatic anyway! But I have my wishes – for my dad to change, to have a high grade in geometry, to gain more friends, to go to Japan with my family and to be an officer at CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saa, I’ll bloghop for now. Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2948283668574020737?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2948283668574020737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2948283668574020737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2948283668574020737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2948283668574020737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-516518928461904040</id><published>2007-11-29T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:29:55.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Lost in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while since I wrote something in here and I really bet, you want to know the latest news about what's going on in my crazy life. But right now, I'm in the middle of craving - craving for more icon challenges at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. So, I just want to bid goodbye here at my blogger since I want to discover a lot more about how to make an icon, wallpaper and stuffs you tackle (and do!) at Adobe Photoshop. Probably, this is the worst thing about blogging. I've been down this once and I regret not posting a single entry for a whole month. And now, I'm doing it again. But, it's not that bad like killing a person in front of a garage (watda?). So, Catherine will be gone for a moment. I won't be gone for too long since I really love my blogger account (so much, it turned a year old last August! :) ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HIATUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be back before Christmas hits the calendar, okay? Right now, I'll be staying at the lovely world of LiveJournal. Visit me &lt;a href="http://orangedew.livejournal.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I'm sure, you'll be get enough of my cravings. &lt;strong&gt;SAYONARA!&lt;/strong&gt; :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&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/32823101-516518928461904040?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/516518928461904040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=516518928461904040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/516518928461904040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/516518928461904040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-in-world.html' title='Lost in the world'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1931836967218518385</id><published>2007-11-16T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:43:37.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Shissou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until your tears dry, put away your resignation in your chest, STOP!&lt;br /&gt;There’s no goal; there’s no turning back&lt;br /&gt;An endless, driving sprint that cuts through the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisashiburi, minna-san! Wow, I’ve been out here for almost two weeks and counting. As usual, I’m busy with school works. Good news, I won &lt;strong&gt;third place&lt;/strong&gt; in spelling quiz bee! At first, I thought the judges were only joking since I flipped on some words since I can’t clearly understand the words the host is saying. But then again, I made it to the “top three.” And yes, at speech choir competition, third year students won the third place (third to third?). After that, we Candidate Applicants, or most known as CO, were assigned to get on our duty. I was like being killed ten times in a row for straight three days! Can you imagine us CO, standing over the quadrangle for straight two hours without any rest? It was exhausting to stand up and to ignore such stupid officers. I was first assigned since I’m number one in the first squad (because I was too tall!). And to my surprise, no officers pulled me out to my 2-hour duty at the quadrangle. Imagine the exhaustion in my face. I was about to cry because of the pain but I held back the tears since I don’t &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to cry in public. I thought I was going to die with such pain on my thighs, legs and arms. All of us were exhausted, tired and experiencing muscle pain all over our body. And to our surprise, we did some twenty-something pumping with double sir in every number. Three days was like three years for us. But we’re glad, it’s Saturday today and it means, relaxation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, about &lt;strong&gt;Ouran Koukou Host Club&lt;/strong&gt;. I finally finished the 26-episodes of OKHC! And I’m going to review it right now. I really don’t have any idea about this anime since I only knew this from some of my friends. So, I decided to see for myself and I bought the DVD last Saturday. As I watched the first five episodes, I was like, &lt;em&gt;“This is what you called romantic-comedy!”&lt;/em&gt; This is the first time I really laugh hard in anime since I’m used to watching romantic animes, not mentioning the excessive kissing scenes. I really laughed hard when &lt;strong&gt;Fujioka Haruhi&lt;/strong&gt; demonstrated the “Commoner’s Coffee” to the known “King” of the host club, &lt;strong&gt;Suou Tamaki&lt;/strong&gt;. And let’s not forget Kyouya, Hunny, Mori and the little-devil-type twins, Kaoru and Hikaru. The anime includes all the genres found in a movie. Like, &lt;strong&gt;adventure&lt;/strong&gt; (Jungle Pool SOS, anyone?), &lt;em&gt;romance&lt;/em&gt; (I think that’s episode eight when Haruhi hugged Tamaki because she was afraid of thunderstorms), &lt;strong&gt;drama&lt;/strong&gt; (hmm, it wad the episodes of the twins and Kyouya, both being woo by Tamaki’s idea of establishing a Host Club), &lt;em&gt;suspense and horror&lt;/em&gt; (it was the Halloween episode) and of course, &lt;strong&gt;comedy&lt;/strong&gt; (all of the episodes includes this genre so don’t ask!). And my personal favorite episode would be episode 8 and 26. Episode 26 is much more in drama because Tamaki was forced to married that woman named Éclair. I hate that slut! But thanks for her, Tamaki was able to save the “&lt;em&gt;love of his life&lt;/em&gt;,” Haruhi when the carriage lost control. Kyaaaaaaaaaa! I’m getting all giggle by myself in here right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end my review, OKHC is an anime for every age, not mentioning some gay sided characters. It’s very cute, romantic and funny. But I wish, they extended the anime episodes because it was a little short. But I loved the whole idea of the anime, it’s far from the usual love stories you know. This anime is my favorite anime next to Death Note. And I’m thinking of watching it again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is a long entry though. So, I need to go now! Jaa na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1931836967218518385?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1931836967218518385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1931836967218518385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1931836967218518385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1931836967218518385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/11/shissou.html' title='Shissou'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7318670585537971428</id><published>2007-11-09T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:32:39.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, now I am grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And these days have shown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain's a part of how life goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's dark and it's late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'll hold you and wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til your frightened eyes do close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I haven’t update since the day before L’s birthday, ne? As you can see, school works are getting tougher unlike before. Projects and assignments are always due to the end of the week. Reports and lectures are always stuck in my crazy mind. And get this, I joined for extra-curricular activities! The activities were spelling quiz bee (I know, I’m &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; good at this but hey, I could always try), bible quiz bee (my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; quiz bee since elementary), 1 versus 50 (&lt;em&gt;this is crazy! I don’t want to join this but they listed me and it sucks!!!)&lt;/em&gt; and speech choir (my favorite and this choir is enjoyable). We have to wear black slacks, white shirt in any style and flip-flops or any kind of footwear. The girl’s hair should be in a bun, wearing white pearls earrings and no make-up. I don’t really know what will I look like when I dress this way, but hey, I’ll just ignore the negative comments they will soon give me when the ‘it’ day comes. And tomorrow, we will have our practice on speech choir. To tell you the truth, I did enjoy the whole school days this week. I mean, all of my classmates are getting kinder and everything else’s followed. I wish, this kind of scene (and feeling too) will stay like this forever. I just want to come to school and forget all of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited to buy my own &lt;strong&gt;Ouran Koukou Host Club&lt;/strong&gt; DVDs tomorrow as well as I will buy some black slacks and a good white shirt. Tamaki-sempai and Haruhi really looked good together (&lt;em&gt;fan girls agrees with me with this little thing, right?).&lt;/em&gt; Speaking of anime thingy again, I just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;Romeo X Juliet&lt;/strong&gt;! My god, this is the first time I shed a tear to an anime show. I mean, yes, I cried when I watched Hana Yori Dango before but this is an anime. The whole concept made me shed a tear especially on the two last episodes. Episode 23 is the real tear-jerker in the anime (at least for me, you know). I really liked it when Juliet actually wants to live and cherish all her life with Romeo but Ophelia is such an obstacle. And of course, the last episode made me shed a tear again. The part when Romeo can’t say her anymore really makes my heart crush. The whole series was remarkable. I mean, it’s one of the best anime ever shown in Japan. I’m really hoping for the OSTs of this anime since it’s not release. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, I might as well bid my goodbye today since I want to surf the net. Big deal. Ah yes, &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; to those who loved my fan fiction, “So soon to notice.” Hehe, I’m really flattered by some reviews. Anyway, enough of this. I still need to download some screencaps of Ouran and Romeo X Juliet, so jaa na!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-7318670585537971428?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7318670585537971428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7318670585537971428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7318670585537971428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7318670585537971428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-9007087109548750629</id><published>2007-10-30T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:56.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RycHD7g5s4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/snuap4ujcBU/s1600-h/llawlietpic.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127074464881292162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RycHD7g5s4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/snuap4ujcBU/s320/llawlietpic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Otanjoubi omedeto, &lt;strong&gt;L Lawliet&lt;/strong&gt;! It’s his birthday tomorrow so I made this little banner as a sign of greeting. If you’re not familiar who is L Lawliet, he’s that weird and intelligent detective from the &lt;strong&gt;greatest anime&lt;/strong&gt; ever created in this world, Death Note. And because I’m a solid supporter of this genius, I made the banner. I kind of mix the image with some texture. I have lots of textures in my folder and I don’t even know where I snagged them (&lt;em&gt;idiot me, please go away&lt;/em&gt;). Oh men, I miss watching Death Note since I’m kind of addicted to Romeo X Juliet (the anime I was talking about in my previous entry). So yeah, I did change my layout again. Well, I’m just kind of bored that time so I did this. Pretty simple, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s all I wanted to say. Link exchanges are open to all bloggers out there (foreign or not, I don’t care). Otanjoubi omedeto again to L Lawliet! All hail to the greatest detective! And even if he’s dead in the anime (somewhere in episode 25), may he serve justice up there. Jaa na, minna! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-9007087109548750629?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/9007087109548750629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=9007087109548750629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9007087109548750629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9007087109548750629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RycHD7g5s4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/snuap4ujcBU/s72-c/llawlietpic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1069248362195031544</id><published>2007-10-29T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:07:47.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Return to innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sembreak’s in. But here I am, out in the usual me. Okay, you might find me stupid but I’m &lt;em&gt;really enjoying&lt;/em&gt; washing the dishes and sweeping the floor every time. I mean, in regular days meaning whenever I have school, I don’t get a chance to wash the dishes nor to sweep the floor even I don’t haven anything to do after dismissal. It’s was abnormal for me since I’m a couch potato who does surf the net and that’s it. Every lunch, I always volunteer myself to wash the dishes because washing the dishes makes me, myself. I’m seeing myself in the plates. &lt;em&gt;It’s like, I’m the plate and my sins are the left over food and God is the soap and water&lt;/em&gt;. He was like &lt;strong&gt;washing all the sins away&lt;/strong&gt; from me. He was cleaning me from all of those bad things I have done. Now I know, He’s always there for me. And get this; I’m also now close to him. I felt that every moment with Him was eternal. It was an eternal feeling and I loved it. I’m practicing now to discipline myself, devote myself to my family and to believe in myself. I want to change right away. I get to talk to my family often unlike before, I was always busy on surfing the net (lazy me!). I’ll start from this – to clean myself out of sins. &lt;em&gt;(I don’t really know what’s on your mind but these things are what I am really doing right now. I’m definitely going to change, physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I’m really enjoying watching &lt;strong&gt;Romeo X Juliet&lt;/strong&gt; (Tybalt is one hot guy! XD). I was intrigued whenever I see blogs where they post thoughts and reviews about Romeo X Juliet (btw, Romeo X Juliet is an anime, not a drama). So there I was, searching for it at &lt;a href="http://crunchyroll.com/"&gt;crunchyroll&lt;/a&gt; and fortunately, I found it! I was ecstatic by juts looking at the thumbnails. Juliet Capulet is also different from the play to the drama. She was more of a fighter than the usual modest woman in Verona. Romeo Montague is kawaii (as in kawaii!). I don’t get it but I find Juliet more of a fighter than Romeo. But don’t get offended there, Romeo supporters because I heart him. About &lt;strong&gt;Tybalt&lt;/strong&gt;. When I first saw him, I was like, “This guy is so hot!” because he looks so serious. Oh men, I like him! Benvolio also is cute. Anyway, I’m halfway the anime so I’ll be seeing the more at crunchyroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone of you know where I can find &lt;strong&gt;Tactics complete OST&lt;/strong&gt;? Tactics as in Ichinomiya Kantarou, Haruka and Yoko? I was getting dazed already looking for its OST but I couldn’t find any. Please, inform me (whoever you are) if you a site where I can download it. Thanks in advance, whoever you are. So that’s the end of my story right now. Jaa na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1069248362195031544?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1069248362195031544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1069248362195031544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1069248362195031544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1069248362195031544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/return-to-innocence.html' title='Return to innocence'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-6803868315364357876</id><published>2007-10-22T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:46:46.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Take these chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After watching Click last night, I realized that life is &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; important than we know. The movie taught me that life is about sharing every moment with your love ones. It taught me how to smile even if problems are ahead of me. The movie is inspiring in spite of Adam Sandler’s perversion (laughs). And right now, there’s one thing in my mind – to change. I have been a bad daughter since childhood, doing nothing but watch television, surf the net or do stuffs that interests me. I’m getting tired of the usual routine. And I’m really bothered about the future. I mean, c’mon. It’s &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; like forever, my mama is there to buy school stuffs and cook delicious lunch everyday; my papa is there to work for us; my sister and my brothers are there to comfort me through those difficult times because &lt;em&gt;there will a time where I need to stand to my own feet and face the challenges ahead&lt;/em&gt;. There’ll come that time where I have to be &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; to face those obstacles because without those obstacles, you can’t overcome the hardship and the pain. Life will be worthless. It will be a disaster. And I don’t want to end up depress after one day of doing nothing but feel bad. &lt;strong&gt;It’s too tiring to waste those precious tears to stuffs that are not important&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to change the usual routine I have. I need to find new and interesting stuffs that will make my life worth the hardship. You don’t like to feel bad every after day, am I right? Sooner or later, our lives will be change. &lt;strong&gt;We will change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m speaking philosophically again. I do believe in philosophies. It’s not that old-fashion saying, you know. I just thought these things after watching Click and after listening to some “wise words” from a guy friend of mine, &lt;strong&gt;Reuben&lt;/strong&gt;. He’s such a good guy, a more like a elder brother of mine. I don’t get a chance to share chit-chat with my brothers; they are usually busy with their “works” bah. He shared some useful and wise words to me. And I realized, he’s right. You can’t control anger, you can’t control that intimate feeling inside of you, and you can change your life. &lt;strong&gt;It’s all in the mind&lt;/strong&gt;. We are the key to our souls, the door to our lives. But right now, we haven’t realized it yet. We are waiting for the right time to prove them wrong that life is worthless. Life is not all about having a boyfriend or a girlfriend beside you. It’s not all about winning the gold medal from a quiz bee. It’s not all about kissing your husband after waiting for him from work. These simple stuffs are all &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; a part of life, it’s not life itself. Life – small word, &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; meaning. It’s like you’re asking me what’s my favorite color, what’s love and so on. It’s funny but that’s life – it will turn you &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt; once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, sharing this stuff to all of you is just my ranting. I really want to know what’s your side about this (or whatever you might say). Ah yeah, I changed my layout again since my previous layout is too simple. I hope all of you like this layout because it’s Matsuyama Kenichi again! :)) I enjoyed talking about this stuff. I don’t know when I will post something like this. Before I forget, &lt;em&gt;thank you to those who reviewed my fan fictions&lt;/em&gt;! I really appreciated every word; it’s much inspiring to write more stories. So, I’ll leave everything in here right now, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, minna-san! Jaa na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-6803868315364357876?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6803868315364357876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=6803868315364357876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6803868315364357876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6803868315364357876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-these-chances.html' title='Take these chances'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8798211969969242310</id><published>2007-10-15T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:31:14.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to runaway right now&lt;/strong&gt;. Go to some far place where I can give my good cry. A place where I can be just myself. A place where people know how to pat your back and say, “I can help you with it, don’t worry.” But, I &lt;em&gt;couldn’t&lt;/em&gt; find a place like that where loneliness are nowhere to be found. I want to be right, just for this time. It’s like, my fate turned upside down and will is avoiding my pathway. This strange feeling, it won’t go away. It’s stuck in my system again. I don’t know how many times I told myself that I could do this. I can’t count the days where I found myself seeking help. It’s just…&lt;em&gt;inevitable&lt;/em&gt;, I know. I understand why this is happening but there are so many problems that are smothered in my face. I can’t even smile right now. It’s like; happiness avoided me today for some reason. Reasons? They are scattered around. I just can’t keep them all and tell to the world, “Hey! I could do this by myself! I don’t need your help, I can do this!” I just couldn’t find my self-esteem right now. I think, they went away to find some other reasons to stay with me. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; this kind of feeling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this sharp ache whenever I feel this feeling. An ache of &lt;em&gt;eagerness to see a brighter side&lt;/em&gt;. An ache of wanting to feel happiness, even just for once. An ache that slowly kills the pain away. I couldn’t the words to describe what I’m feeling right now. I’m eager to see a brighter day tomorrow. Something I want to witness. Something I could cherish all my life. Something I could plant in my memory and just reminisce. To wish for own happiness is not selfish, right? I mean, it’s not selfish if you feel happiness is by your side. I want to feel happy. I want to feel complete. The emptiness is filling my heart with too much heartache, too much pain. It’s creeping through my veins. &lt;strong&gt;And the world will turn its back on me when I learn how to kill my own happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did change something here. Lookie, I made a simple layout. Well, this layout came out of nowhere. I just found &lt;strong&gt;Matsuyama Kenichi’s&lt;/strong&gt; picture in my folder and I decided to give it a shot. It turned like this. I changed the color to black and white to stripes to colorful. I just want to see happy colors. I didn’t use any brushes here, only text and some custom shapes. I still feel empty right now. I may be writing happy thoughts but really, I feel really empty. Too empty inside. And listening to music makes me even emptier. Maybe I need a swing on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa, I’ll just go right now.&lt;strong&gt; I don’t feel well&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8798211969969242310?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8798211969969242310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8798211969969242310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8798211969969242310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8798211969969242310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4283701214290791802</id><published>2007-10-10T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:21:42.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Straight jacket feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was losing the certain familiar warmth whenever I wear my jacket. I’m kind of being emotional again. I did have a good day yesterday but was broken. Thanks to that&lt;strong&gt; guy&lt;/strong&gt;. Alvin, yeah. I mean, c’mon give me a &lt;em&gt;long break&lt;/em&gt; just today. He wrote me a cheesy letter since he’ll be leaving next year to study abroad. He was getting tear-eyed just by writing him and I teased him for being like that. I was laughing because I never seen him like that, getting all mashed up by his feeling. After he ends up writing the letter, I read it. I laughed again. He was embarrassed &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; was blushing. And I decided to write back as an appreciation. He was happy (I could sense it anyway) about it until his girlfriend snatched the letter. But he managed to get it back, without her reading the whole letter. He suddenly confronted me, asking me to change the contents of the letter. I was like, “Are you an idiot or what?” and I was jaw-dropped, thinking why he’s asking me to change the contents when that’s what I really want to tell him. He asked me all over again and I lied that I will change it. But what’s the reason my day turned happy to worse? I mean, I wrote him a sincere letter. I even got scolded by my elective teacher because of it and then, he’ll ask me to change the contents? He’s an idiot. I avoided such contacts to him, thinking that he’ll surely end up asking me about it. &lt;strong&gt;And I’ll ignore him until this month ends&lt;/strong&gt;. He’s an idiot and I’m angry about that attitude! Arf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking if I’ll just stay at my &lt;strong&gt;live journal&lt;/strong&gt; for some time since I don’t really want to post too personal entries here. I know, I posted some since I don’t have any live journal account that time. And I’m actually pulling off a layout to put there since simple layout is not really that good. I’ll pull up a Near layout there once I found the good picture I will put there. Ah yeah! I finally have all the OSTs of &lt;em&gt;Death Note&lt;/em&gt; (shiawaseni!). Hehe, I love all the soundtracks there. I just love Death Note to death (hahahaha!). Blah, link exchange is open for all. &lt;strong&gt;Hi to all my friends from the blogging world :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa, I need to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4283701214290791802?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4283701214290791802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4283701214290791802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4283701214290791802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4283701214290791802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/straight-jacket-feeling.html' title='Straight jacket feeling'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5772771345784652882</id><published>2007-10-05T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T03:59:29.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Dot. Dot. Dot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m now in the state of being too confused about my environment. Yesterday, I was hired to be one of the CO Applicant from our school. &lt;strong&gt;Yatta, I made it!&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t actually have any intentions of joining it before, but here I am, happy to proclaim to the world that I’ll soon be a COCC officer. I’m actually trying to discipline myself towards academic problem (yes, math has been a pain in the head ever since). Well, what can I say, I’ll surely survive everything (include there being tortured by CAT Officers!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also happy because we’re no longer using dial-up connection, we’re now using DSL. Haha. The first day it was installed, I download songs from Lime Wire and watched some videos from You Tube since I was craving for some Silver Chair videos. Anyway, that’s all. I’ll actually watch Tactics but crunchyroll removed it (sadness). I don’t really know what to say right now and I’m just typing some random thoughts since I’m kind of confused. I didn’t attend school because my muscle spasm at my back is aching again after forming yesterday for CO etcetera. After forming yesterday, I hurriedly went home and indulge myself to some chocolates at the refrigerator. It was too exhausting yesterday. What else did I miss sharing with you? I’m actually earning money &lt;em&gt;(I madly need them!).&lt;/em&gt; I already have over 300 bucks already and counting. I really need money! Who can give me some money?! Arf, I wish I could study &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;work at the same time. It’s too impossible, I know but I need money. I was like, living independent for the past few days, thinking how can I earn money by myself without asking for my mama’s help. Sheesh, it’s really annoying to look at my wallet, without money. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I haven’t changed my layout. This layout has been here for over a month already. I’m tired to think of a theme and to make a layout. I’m actually planning to make a &lt;strong&gt;Near&lt;/strong&gt; layout (he’s that white haired little boy from Death Note, L’s successor). I think he’s cute and childish to pull up a layout. Well, my head is still functioning in a bad way. It’s been tormented with different random thoughts. Life has been digging my ego a little deeper and I’m way too weak to face them. Just one thought, I think I’m getting over with my feelings for him. I still don’t get it though. Perhaps, I’m just thinking the wrong idea. Aaah, I’m really bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just post a good entry when my brain is okay. Jaa na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5772771345784652882?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5772771345784652882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5772771345784652882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5772771345784652882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5772771345784652882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot. Dot. Dot.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2700380512436411778</id><published>2007-10-01T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T03:03:09.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rain hasn’t stopped since Friday. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money – &lt;em&gt;badly&lt;/em&gt;. I need to earn at least 5000 bucks this month (too &lt;em&gt;impossible&lt;/em&gt;, I know). I need money to pay for some financial matters at school since I don’t want to bug my mother anymore about this kind of thing. Oh my god. Money. Money. Where could I find money for free? I have been conducting some bills that I need to pay. However, I still just don’t get it though. But I guess, I need to earn money, double the period! Hell, my world is clearly revolving in money right now and I even asked some help from my friends on how to get money – fast! Well, there goes my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my English examination paper earlier and I was ecstatic to know that I’m the second highest! Beat that! I didn’t study or review the night before the exams since I was getting addicted searching for some pictures. I’ve got lot of things to do this week. Okay, this will be a short entry since I need to search for some new textures, brushes and some patterns for my Adobe. I’m just too bored right now that I’m typing non-sense here again. Well, Christmas is yet to hit the calendar. And I’m already creating my wish list. I really want something I could use for my everyday life, not something that I can just leave hanging. I’ll also buy the watch of Light (from Death Note). Haha, I think it costs over 400 bucks or what. I’ll still get my hands and buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, need to go! Jaa na! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2700380512436411778?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2700380512436411778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2700380512436411778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2700380512436411778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2700380512436411778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4601066566810940607</id><published>2007-09-28T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:48:53.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Cannonball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life taught me to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for not updating that much these past few days. I have been busy with my school since last week. I have to rush some few paper works and some quizzes to pass. Yep, I met a hell week last week. School stuffs were pushing me down to my limits that I was about to cry due to heavy school stuffs. But I survived the entire challenge. Hey, I’m a &lt;em&gt;survivor&lt;/em&gt;! What do you expect me to do, weep? &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt;. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friends (The Weirdoes, yeah!) and I were planning to go on a 3-day trip at Batangas after Halloween. My friend, Thamy has a place there. Nope, it’s not actually as we planned to. It all came to the point that Thamy was talking about Batangas and we came up to an idea on how about spending our three whole days to their house at Batangas?! We were ecstatic. Mama already agreed that I can come to the trip. But my other friends were still having second thoughts since their parents might not agree. However, Gelly and I will come over their houses so that their parents will finally say yes to the trip. I’m quite excited about the trip. I haven’t been in a trip like this with my friends (read: without any of my parents will come! How about that?!)! Yeah, I’ll be expecting some cam whoring and some sleepless nights at Batangas. &lt;strong&gt;I’m really happy right now&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. I have some problems with them. I have two groups of friends (The Weirdoes and the identified one group, haha!). I have problems with the other group of friends of mine. I just don’t get it. Rachelle and I have been avoiding each other. I have been too busy blocking all the crazy thoughts in my mind. I have been too numb to feel their presence. I have been too… bad to them. Okay, I know I’m &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;perfect. &lt;strong&gt;None&lt;/strong&gt; of us perfect. If you’re perfect, show me your identity and I’ll show you where Hades is. Yeah, nobody’s perfect. Even you, who’s reading this. So, I just don’t get it whenever they blame everything to me. Everything sucks. The environment, the problems. I mean, who wants to be suffocated by their environment? Nobody, right? I just don’t get it. If I could just squeeze my eyes shut and just… free fall from everything. I’m way too depressed whenever I think of this matter. It makes my head sting in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. : I’m actually planning to be hosted (again and again!) but I don’t know how to make my own Word Press layout or how to use it. Even FTP makes me worry about being hosted by someone. I saw a good domain name that I could use but I’m way too confused about it. Oh my, I’ll find some tutorials anyway. :) anyway, jaa na!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4601066566810940607?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4601066566810940607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4601066566810940607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4601066566810940607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4601066566810940607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/09/cannonball.html' title='Cannonball'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-3469707574644903871</id><published>2007-09-20T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:12:03.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>So soon to notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 signs that you’re addicted to &lt;strong&gt;L Lawliet&lt;/strong&gt; of Death Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You started sleeping late to produce that puffy eye bags L have.&lt;br /&gt;2. You never end the day without eating something sweet (sugar cubes and fruits are accepted). &lt;em&gt;It sounds like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. Sitting in a crouching form has become your signature at the house (you’re brother becomes irritated when you sit like that!).&lt;br /&gt;4. You download every scanslations that includes L.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nibbling your finger became your habit since then. &lt;em&gt;It sounds like me again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You can’t get enough of talking about L at the school, at the house and even at the street (people think you’re crazy already).&lt;br /&gt;7. You totally abhor Light for killing L at the episode 25 (Silence) of Death Note and you started getting melancholic just by remembering it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Staring at the computer was included in your schedule since L works in the computer the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;9. You always compliment L for being so cute, so innocent and you dreamt of marrying him in your daydreaming at school!&lt;br /&gt;10. Lastly, L is the only guy you love from all the anime you  watched for the past few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*If you want to copy this, please credit me. You don’t really want to feel guilty and tell the world you own something you didn’t made, right?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee, after suffering for straight three days, I have finally an update! I really missed posting an entry here kaagad. Anyway, something happened to the site where I upload pictures – it was closed! That is why; I switched again to photo bucket. I had a hard time, dealing with the fan listing site I made since I can’t put them all in my sidebar or else, it will turn a little unorganized. I’ll actually finish dealing with this thing so I could update my fan fiction site. I’m in the process of making my second L and Misa fan fiction. Speaking of L and Misa, I made a site for them! It’s actually its grand opening tonight that’s why; I’m already looking for some ideas so people will visit once in a while. Okay, plugging! &lt;a href="http://l-misa.blogspot.com/"&gt;So soon to notice, L and Misa site&lt;/a&gt;! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, examinations day finally paid off. The only ones that are easy to answer were English, Science and Religion (I didn’t review!). The rest was a crap, especially Math and Statistics. I messed up again with my examination papers! Grunt, but it was okay. I’m earning some money since I want to buy the original manga series of Death Note (I’ll order from the net). I want to read it since I watched the movie and the series. I haven’t reviewed that, I forgot. I’m actually thinking of reviewing Death Note since I really love it, all of it (especially L!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so update. Anyway, I’ll fix my L and Misa site so jaa na!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-3469707574644903871?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3469707574644903871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=3469707574644903871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3469707574644903871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3469707574644903871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-soon-to-notice.html' title='So soon to notice'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7488251798592310332</id><published>2007-09-17T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:37:22.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>A little over 6:00 in the evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s a little over 6:00 in the evening right now and I haven’t realized the mess I will make later on. I should be reviewing for tomorrow’s examinations but here I am, typing away some random thoughts that have occurred in my mind since morning came earlier. I’ve been experiencing a blinding headache since morning because I’m anemic. Supposedly, I am studying right now but because of my carelessness, I fell asleep when I was in the middle of my reading comprehension at my history subject. The first thing that came into my mind is that I did something awful rather that of doing the good thing. Everything is going a little crazy right now. I received my report card earlier and had to praise God once again for giving me good grades. I have four Bs. And truth to be said, I got D in my Bookkeeping subject. I wasn’t able to pass my notebook that time so maybe my teacher thought of giving me D instead. Well, it’s okay with me although I got temporarily mad earlier, trying to stick to my head that it’s not like always I’m going to have good grades. &lt;em&gt;I should keep on trying, ne?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have some family problems right now. Papa has been overly getting us into our nerves, threatening us that if my mama did something awful again (too personal to say, okay?), he will leave us hanging into the air. First thing came to my mama’s mind that she can raise us, her siblings by herself anyway. But, as the youngest member of the family, I have a strained relationship with my father. I don’t like my father. Sure, I do love him as my father but if he wasn’t any relatively inclined to me, much worse my father, I wouldn’t really like him. Period. There are a lot of reasons why I don’t like my father. Reasons that I know would somehow pay off. But there’s one wish I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to come true, even if it’s quite impossible, is that I wish could have &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; father. Not my papa, but I wished my mama did pick someone who’s more deserving when she was a little over the right age. Yeah, I love my father but &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; anytime soon though. Also, I wish good health to my mama. &lt;strong&gt;Love you mama!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I changed my layout for the second time this month. My previous layout is quite complicated, that’s why I decided to pull something different. I think, this is the first time I made a dark layout, with the usual combinations of red, white and black. And it has &lt;strong&gt;L Lawliet&lt;/strong&gt;, my ultimate crush, on the header that’s why this layout is extra special. I’ve been listening to Death Note OSTs since Friday. I just love their music! :) I’m actually planning to make some L and Amane Misa fan fiction (I have some ideas already!). Hehe, can’t wait to publish it to the world. Also, thanks to those people who spend their time reading my fan fictions! Yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, need to go. Need to review now! Wish me luck in my exams! Jaa na, minna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-7488251798592310332?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7488251798592310332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7488251798592310332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7488251798592310332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7488251798592310332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-over-600-in-evening.html' title='A little over 6:00 in the evening'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8266267783210968338</id><published>2007-09-15T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:51:23.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The more I wish for your happiness, the more selfish I become&lt;br /&gt;But you never hold me back, you never did&lt;br /&gt;When someone's wish comes true, she'll be crying&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's wishes &lt;strong&gt;can't &lt;/strong&gt;be granted at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the small earth rotates, I learn to become more kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to hug you once more, as soft as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an update. I went through hell yesterday because of my practice exercises for my subject, bookkeeping. I thought I’ll go on burn out yesterday since my classmates were trying to haste me with my work. But I did survive yesterday’s punishing blows and I was very much happy, listening to Death Note’s Original Sound Tracks (thank you Janine for patiently downloading the sound tracks!). So, what did happened to me really after being depressed last week? So, so problems and so, so tired of trying to understand the equations needed for my geometry subject. I was having a hard time trying to stick the thought in my mind. But I never stuck it anyway. &lt;strong&gt;Poor me&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our examinations will be next week and I’m really trying my best to stay away from my evil computer and just review all the things that we tackled for the past two weeks. Just when I thought I’ll be having the day of my life. Oh well, it’s never a problem to me. Where was I? Ah! Belated happy birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;! Hehe, so sorry if I don’t have any e-card to give you since I’m very busy with my studies. Anyway, I’ll compose a testimonial to you so you won’t be upset to me. I’m really tired today that’s why this entry is to lazy updated by me. I’m actually starting to like The Click Five (&lt;strong&gt;Kyle Patrick&lt;/strong&gt; is love!!!). Hehe, talk about foreign musicians, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’ll be heading now. I’ll update as soon as I can. Jaa na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8266267783210968338?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8266267783210968338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8266267783210968338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8266267783210968338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8266267783210968338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/09/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4686025309623483960</id><published>2007-09-04T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:19:36.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><title type='text'>Extreme depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m extremely depressed right now&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m having a blinding headache and everything seems to go on a blur. Everything is out of control – my family, my friends and I. Things were getting a little crazier. Things were getting too much dramatic. Things were getting confusing. It was like, the whole world is spinning in your head and you can’t even catch it with your own hands. I was having a hard time dealing with the people close to me. Having a hard time talking to the people I wanted to talk to. Having a hard time denying that I’m really a failure. There are things that you want that don’t always go on the flow. It was like jumping from a cliff but you don’t know when you will stop falling, when will to grab a branch to hold on to and when will to just free fall. I just kept on falling. There were no stopping from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream that you want to obtain seems to get too far from the usual nearness of it. The love that you want seems to go on haste while you’re chasing it. The plans that you wants seems to go on a fade and you can’t even see it with your eyes. There are certain things that we can’t handle, even if we’re strong. Things that don’t usually stopped at our train stations. Things that we always wanted. The depression, the sadness and the pain, it will all just mixed up until you get sober and cry a little bit more. It’s hard to do this, but we can’t change the fate. &lt;em&gt;The fate that we know somehow will lead us to eternal happiness&lt;/em&gt;. The fate that will makes us proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to say but it’s &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; to do, isn’t it? But really, we can change the usual routines we had since we’re just a child. Everybody is different. And that’s the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my layout. I’m just way too depressed right now that I can’t focus on the things I wanted to do. Well, sorry for my actions. I guess, I need to face the reality and go on with the flow. We should be always ready, right? It’s not so wrong to feel like this as a human. What can I say, we’re living in place called earth and living in a cycle called life. I should be ready for everything. But not always, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4686025309623483960?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4686025309623483960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4686025309623483960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4686025309623483960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4686025309623483960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/09/extreme-depression.html' title='Extreme depression'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2901348492766085223</id><published>2007-08-24T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:47:48.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><title type='text'>Thou shall die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You need strength to gain some weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading &lt;strong&gt;“Macarthur”&lt;/strong&gt; by Bob Ong and I can’t help but feel these different feelings inside. There were parts that I want to laugh because of Voltron, who unfortunately died because he was decapitated by some groups of people. There were parts that I want to cry because Cyrus accidentally killed the only person he really loves, his grandfather. There were parts that I want to feel like I was about to be a rebel because of Noel, who keeps on giving up his life. And there were parts that I want to feel a small glow of happiness whenever Jim tries to be a better husband to his wife and a better friend to his friends. The story has a great impact and I can’t help but praise Bob Ong for his another good old story. It was too good and yet too real. Well, right now, the story is still printed in my mind. The truth is, things like these happen. It doesn’t matter when or what, as long as you’re ready to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am busy watching &lt;strong&gt;Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;. Kami, I can’t help but fall in love with &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;. well, what can I say, the concept of the story is too unique far from the usual wishy-washy love stories I have watched. Yagami Light is also good in planning on how to kill L. Unfortunately; he got to kill L &lt;em&gt;(so sad!)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I was tormented with thoughts of Death Note since Monday!&lt;/strong&gt; I was always excited whenever I got home and spend my two-hour vacant time, watching Death Note with my good cousins. This story is different. Yeah, I also like the live-action one. And I felt a sudden pity on Light because he put Shiori (his girlfriend) in death just to kill someone. However, the story is very unique, intensifying, full of excitement and full of mysteries. And L is my favorite character (hi!). Can’t wait to watch it tonight with my cousins! :) I LOVE L WITH ALL MY HEART! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t attend school because I felt a sudden pain in my head. I am too lost right now because of something or someone. I voluntarily agreed to be the representative of our Religion Quiz Bee on Wednesday and I’m way to busy reviewing everything about St. Augustine. I hope I can win so that my adviser would feel proud of me (in my dreams). Well, my grades are okay but I still worry about my report card. Can’t do but just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, need to go. I will research for some images of Death Note and I will make yet another good layout for my site. So, jaa na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2901348492766085223?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2901348492766085223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2901348492766085223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2901348492766085223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2901348492766085223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/08/thou-shall-die.html' title='Thou shall die'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4813802220795375301</id><published>2007-08-12T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:42:41.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><title type='text'>Lost thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw the sunset at the southern island on that day&lt;br /&gt;Today's manicure color is like the color of the sunset&lt;br /&gt;And same as &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness has been avoiding for almost a week&lt;/em&gt;. I saw myself in the mirror twenty five minutes earlier; eyes were filled with bead of tears that is screaming to escape from it. I was feeling empty that I didn’t eat my dinner earlier. There is this unexplainable feeling that is slowly creeping throughout my system. There were no words to explain. I just do not know why I am feeling this thing when I can have fun, browsing my notes for the upcoming exams on Tuesday. But, how come I am typing here, confiding all my feelings? I just can’t say the right words so I am typing non sense here. &lt;strong&gt;And I am having a fight with my mom.&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations will be on Tuesday and I have browsed some of my notes last Friday and Saturday (really?). This is my last chance to pass all my subjects or else I will thrown outside and be an outcast. My schedule has been going crazy ever since August started. Ah, yeah! I was about to post an entry when of all of a sudden, the electricity was cut! There was no electricity at our place for three consecutive days. &lt;em&gt;I am really feeling lost right now and it seems that I can’t find myself tonight&lt;/em&gt;. Happiness can’t be seen in my days right now and I have a long way to chase it over. I completely lost in my own thoughts right now and I just want to escape the pain. I want to be at least happy tomorrow morning, without problems blocking my way. I want to be able cherish every moment tomorrow. I want to be happy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emptiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is spinning under our feet. I feel it leaning. I have a dream that I can't remember but I don't want to forget it... I am lost.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4813802220795375301?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4813802220795375301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4813802220795375301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4813802220795375301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4813802220795375301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost-thoughts.html' title='Lost thoughts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-3984927097546236504</id><published>2007-08-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:25:07.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Keep trying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Truthfully I need more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;Even if I hide my tangled emotions&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I see a weakened true self&lt;br /&gt;I want to destroy the mirror reflecting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wish to a starry sky is beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it become a target, dive into the dirt lady let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a expression like I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;In reality I was wishing for a long time&lt;br /&gt;To wish for something I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More and more I can't restrain myself so keep trying&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this will be a decent entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down for a month since our computer was broken again because of me. We lost &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the files again for the second time and we fixed it again. Yeah, but it’s okay with me again even if my precious Eternally fiction story was also lost. I am really into making some fan fiction and I have my own site! I already posted one story and it is a Gokusen fan fiction with special pairing of Shin and Yankumi on the loose. I also joined some fan listings and some forums of Arashi. Oh my, Arashi madness! So, what else should I narrate for today? Yesterday, my brother and I were talking about various Japanese songs and bands since we are updating our computer again. The whole, we talked and I think, that’s the first time I talked to him seriously. He was uploading some songs and I was suggesting him to get the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really craving for some chocolates now. And we will have our oral defense in computer on Monday so I am preparing for my English speech (?). Also, I have to pass two projects this month and I need to pass my periodical exams no matter what happen! I am a little bit happy about my school life even I am really torn between the choices if I will join the COCC or not. It will have a good advantage to me but I don’t really like tying my hair into pigtails. AHHH! I just can’t take that out of my head. It’s August now and I am really confused about my school life. My life is already planned. I will study in UST and take up BS Tourism (it is my first choice!) or Culinary Arts (it is my second choice!) at CCA. Well maybe if I will listen to Utada Hikaru’s song Keep Trying, I will strive even harder, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s enough for now. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-3984927097546236504?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3984927097546236504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=3984927097546236504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3984927097546236504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3984927097546236504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/08/keep-trying.html' title='Keep trying!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5110258442577529232</id><published>2007-08-02T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:31:02.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><title type='text'>Kotobani naranai kimochi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yorokobi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been awful to me for the past few weeks. Everything was in mess but I was eager to learn how to keep them in their own respective places. Being the leader of the class took all my shyness away but still, I am that shy girl in the class. I was happy even if sometimes my stupid classmates throw their problems to me. Howdie, I am finally alive after several days (weeks?). I am kind of happy and yet confused right now. Happy because I am able to pass all my exams (really?) and the face that there will no classes tomorrow! Hurray, I will be able to finish my computer and math project tomorrow. Plus, I am planning of starting my own fan fiction site. I have lots of stories to tell and yet there is a few times left in my head. Yeah, I was watching Kimi Wa Petto (You’re My Pet) in Youtube.com and it was soooooo kawaii! I was overall laughing whenever Momo (Matsumoto Jun) and Iwaya Sumire (Koyuki) tease each other about their dinner and everything! The fact that Momo is only 20 and Sumire-chan is 28 but it’s no problem. Love is not a respecter of age, right? I am planning of watching Bambino (starring Matsumoto Jun from Hana Yori Dango) after I watched Kimi Wa Petto. Whoa, everything is going on a rollercoaster ride because periodical examinations will soon sweep the calendars – again! But it is okay with me even if I am kind of nervous on how will my grade be written on my report card since the grading system is averaging. Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kanashimi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time to feel this feeling while I have various things to do everyday. Everyday, this person occupies my mind and I cannot help but wonder, why am I thinking of him when I can do everything now that he is not my classmate? That question infiltrates my mind whenever I see him, passing by and me, trying to ignore that strange feeling. It is been a month since the last tears roll down my cheeks because of his being dense towards me. That idiot. I am definitely trying my best to move on to this feeling. I think, my life is getting better without him by my side. All I want to do is to forget about him and the past, move on and face what’s real and what’s not. All I wanted was to have good third year life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tamerai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hesitate for a moment. I want to sleep and never wake up forever. I want to stay in this pure bliss that I am feeling right now. I want this moment to be freeze forever. If I could only do these things, I may be happy forever. I just cannot explain what I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout by the way. I know, you are getting suck up already about my previous layout by HYD is still number one in my heart. Gomen if I didn’t update for a month (right?) since all of our files were erased in our computer because I broke our computer again, for the umpteenth time already. But it is okay, our computer is alive again so now worries. Anyway, I really need to go now. I will post a decent entry but not now, I need to finish something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa na!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5110258442577529232?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5110258442577529232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5110258442577529232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5110258442577529232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5110258442577529232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/08/kotobani-naranai-kimochi.html' title='Kotobani naranai kimochi.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-6774873787230963719</id><published>2007-06-29T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T03:06:16.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><title type='text'>Yokate desu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; are in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about the days that&lt;em&gt; we&lt;/em&gt; had&lt;br /&gt;And I dream that these would all &lt;em&gt;come back&lt;/em&gt; to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew &lt;strong&gt;every moment&lt;/strong&gt; in time&lt;br /&gt;Nothing goes on &lt;em&gt;in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;strong&gt;your memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I want here to be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomen ne for not updating for so many days. Been busy lately preparing for some scripts, song numbers and a whole lot of lectures. I am actually hungry right now since I did not eat any lunch earlier. The reasons: early dismissal that led to sufferings and hungriness. Oh, how I wish I brought my onigiri lunch earlier and share it to my friends! Where was I? Yeah, because of my crazy schedule, I was suffering from massive headaches and severe dizziness. Come to think of it, I sleep at 7:30 pm and wake up early as 4:30 to make my lunch. It means that I have enough sleep but it seems that sleepiness always invites me and I cannot resist feeling sleepy. Lashes getting heavier than usual and system is getting weaker than it was. My everydays were like that and I getting used to it. Anyway, I am happy that we have presented a decent and yet funny presentation for Noli Me Tangere and a very good song number at PEHM. Yokata desu! Everything went well and everyone was happy about it. Now, I need to rest and unwind my twisted mind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, when I woke up, I always had an idea of making some new original dishes made by me using different Japanese ingredients! Last Monday, I made my own sushi and share it to my friends. I even put some fish tofu and everyone told me that it is oishii! I am actually thinking of making again some dishes and I will buy some new ingredients. I am totally crazy about Japan right now and take this; I am taking my Kanji lessons &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;! Every night, I make sure that I learn a word or two at my Japanese handbook. I kept on memorizing words after words, practicing how to write Hiragana and Katakana at the same time and realizing that I am improving everyday! I also have a half-Japanese friend who I always talk to (since he is my seatmate) and we always exchange Japanese words. I am very happy about it and I am thinking of practicing even more this weekend. The result? Good pronunciations and good Hiragana writing! I really have many stories to tell but I am really tired to write some. Ah! I finished my fiction story and I am working on its sequel. Yes, I am writing again to stretch out some ideas in my tired mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, need to go. Need to fix something! Jaa na! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-6774873787230963719?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6774873787230963719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=6774873787230963719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6774873787230963719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6774873787230963719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/06/yokate-desu.html' title='Yokate desu!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8350639365031943860</id><published>2007-06-15T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:51:51.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><title type='text'>This time I surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How to make an onigiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I searching for some ingredients for &lt;strong&gt;onigiri &lt;/strong&gt;and I stumbled on this particular page. I decided to save so I could remember how to make one. I will bring a big batch on Monday for my lunch. Cherry and I will be sharing it. I am really stressed out right now. Unlike before, I would still hangout with my friends after dismissal when I was in my sophomore year. However, now, I often bid my adieus after dismissal and I will head straight to my house. I was always burned out. I do not know why but I think I am overdoing a lot of things at school. I was assigned thrice to become a leader of the group. I was elected to be the president. And lastly, I have to write some anecdotal about my classmates. I am going crazy right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my day today was f-u-n! I was laughing the whole time because of my seatmate and classmate when I was freshman, Jerwin. He was making fun of our subject English and I can’t help but to laugh really hard! That is the first time I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; laughed, the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; way. Just by thinking of how sad I am last week, brings back a lot of memories. I wrote a letter to my best friend, Ellaine and everything went well. This day is really a fun day for me not because he greeted me last lunch time, but because I finally realize that being happy will make my feelings for him grow. &lt;em&gt;This time I surrender myself because this feeling is making me smile everytime. I always reminisce every night, reading all the letters my friends gave when I was first year, looking at the pictures of my classmates and thinking how happy I was back then&lt;/em&gt;. Those nights reminds me of a blissful summer two years ago. Looking back, I have done lots of things that will remain in me. And looking at &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;library picture, smiling and fingering it every night. Could this be the end of everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new layout. It is not a summery layout right now since the rainy season is disturbing the whole sky. It is raining here right now, listening to Silent Sanctuary’s Kismet. It is cold right now and I have been watching School Rumble every afternoon. But now, I am here typing away and &lt;strong&gt;confiding all my feelings&lt;/strong&gt; in my dear blog. I think, this is the only time I really confide something. And it feels very weird, writing something that does not usually happen in me. Just like &lt;em&gt;reminiscing &lt;/em&gt;every night, writing letters for my friends and listening to a lot of melancholic songs. I even read my &lt;strong&gt;old diaries&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, it is diaries) every night and I would laugh when I suddenly remember how did it happened. I am getting immune to my junior life and just one more year, I will be a senior. High school life will end soon and my college life will start eventually. I always think that what will happen to us ten years after our graduation, right? This thought always hit my mind and I will just stay smiling after I realize. &lt;strong&gt;But I will surely miss all the moments&lt;/strong&gt;. Every moment with them is a treasure found in my deepest thoughts. And it will remain my heart for eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confiding too much. This day should not end. I want to start today again and I want to start it all back in the morning. Ah, the feeling of the rainy season. The song carrying the pain away. Oh my, need to go. I will confide again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8350639365031943860?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8350639365031943860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8350639365031943860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8350639365031943860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8350639365031943860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-time-i-surrender.html' title='This time I surrender'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5862945883512604834</id><published>2007-06-12T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:46:16.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Eternally</title><content type='html'>My everydays are getting &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;. I’m almost burned out because of all the pressures my teachers and stupid classmates throw at me. You don’t expect me just to take it and leave it absorbing my whole system. Everyday becomes more tiring and I’m getting a little bit of confused about my situation. I’m the classroom’s president – I work even when it’s already dismissal – minus all the problems my stupid group mates throw at me. I still have some few assignments that are unfinished. Oh my god. &lt;strong&gt;When did my high school life ever gotten crazier?&lt;/strong&gt; Just by thinking of it makes me really confused – minus to that my everyday problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held our freshmen’s day earlier. Bah, when I was a freshman, they didn’t hold any programs for us and now they are welcoming those first year students? That’s very unfair! However, I’m already in my third year and going back to my first year, I have done a lot of stupid things like &lt;strong&gt;cheating, insulting my classmates repeatedly and cutting classes&lt;/strong&gt; – not to fool around but to make other subject’s projects. Isn’t it different? Now, I work thrice as I was when I was in my first year. Not to think that I’m only junior, not a college senior. My, my tummy aches. Ah, the rainy season will make my life even more confusing. I’m also doing something I’ve always want to do last summer – make a fiction story. Yeah, it is entitled “Eternally.” I don’t know but when I listened to Utada Hikaru’s “Distance” album, I heard this very sentimental song – &lt;strong&gt;Eternally.&lt;/strong&gt; Praise fate, I’m on the thirty fifth page. Woohoo *claps my hand and laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often asked in those autograph books. Okay, let me tell you what love really means to me. Love is something you don’t often see since you feel it more than seeing it more. Love is something that even if both of you were not together, the distance of your love &lt;em&gt;tightens&lt;/em&gt; even more and breathing is like one meter away with each other. Love is something about the stars in the night, even if they refuse to shine, another night would come and that star would &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; dim right next to your very eye. And finally, love isn’t all about understanding, giving chocolates every Valentine’s Day or even calling him. It’s about waiting for that someone and risking something for him whether it’s your life or your dreams. Love will be patient and love will conquer it all. It all goes by on who’s your side. A hint of bitterness is required because the flavor of love isn’t all bout sweetness. &lt;strong&gt;At least, there will be bitter memories, right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There you are a newly formed meaning of love&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5862945883512604834?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5862945883512604834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5862945883512604834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5862945883512604834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5862945883512604834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/06/eternally.html' title='Eternally'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5035868204795329472</id><published>2007-06-08T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T05:53:18.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After several days, I am finally posting a decent entry. Ever since I became cold about &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;, I stop posting decent entries. But, here I am typing away my fingers and my tilting eyes are beginning to become tired. So, what did happen to my life after that tragedy? So, so junior life. So, so absurd life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was voted for president in our classroom and take this, I won the slot! Unbelievable! I am really a shy girl when you meet me and I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; being the leader of a certain group since all of their trusts are being thrown in you, the leader.  And I hate being the leader – of our classroom.  My other friends are separated from me but some of them are with me. I met all of my teachers and they were nice. But trust me, our adviser is some kind of weird teacher. And since I am the president, I have to discipline myself and I want to be included in the honor roll. I am really bored right now so I am writing non sense again in here. Okay, I will make it short – I will discipline myself and be good president. That is all, but it seems that it is so hard. &lt;strong&gt;For my part&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was a bad day for me because of some reasons. And he was included in those reasons. I want to at least be honest to my feelings. I really really really really really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.  I have tried to imagine that he is gone but I cannot imagine a world &lt;em&gt;without &lt;/em&gt;him. Even when I tried to give up, even if I concentrate to other things, for some reasons, &lt;em&gt;I will end up thinking of him&lt;/em&gt;. Even if I kept on telling my friends that I am finally getting over with feelings for him, for some reasons, I will just end up thinking of him again and again. Even to the extent that I am wretch, even to the extent that I hate myself, I really love him. But I think, I am horrible because I keep on lying to myself and I keep on denying it. I still wanna be with him. And that is my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, fate will do something for us, ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my number priority right now is my &lt;strong&gt;studies&lt;/strong&gt; and I will try my best to make it to the honor roll without doing things that I know will make me stupid. So much for that emotion but really, that is the truth. You cannot change your feelings and forget about him &lt;em&gt;right away&lt;/em&gt; right? It is not like one snap and all your feelings for him will be gone. So maybe, something will happen and distance will make my feelings for him grow more. Maybe that’s it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5035868204795329472?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5035868204795329472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5035868204795329472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5035868204795329472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5035868204795329472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/06/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7736475815774351475</id><published>2007-06-04T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:53:32.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Unhappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm very sooooorrryyy for not updating. Something came up and &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of the files in our computer was erased because of my stupid brother. :(( So, I will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; update for the following days (or weeks!) and I will make another layout. Summer is over but my layout is still summer oriented. Anyway, need to go. I will update... maybe not this week. Arf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-7736475815774351475?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7736475815774351475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7736475815774351475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7736475815774351475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7736475815774351475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/06/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8306707944644729165</id><published>2007-05-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:19:53.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><title type='text'>The flavor of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; When you say thank you to me,&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Like a magic spell that doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;Get undone even after the good bye.&lt;br /&gt;A hint of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;The flavor of life &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, risking something to be with that someone is just &lt;strong&gt;inevitable&lt;/strong&gt;. Like stabbing your back repeatedly and letting it bleed for no reason. And the words &lt;em&gt;“thank you”&lt;/em&gt; could hurt sometimes and the magical spells that binds us will eventually lose its sparks and no more light can be seen. The memories will also lose its beauty and those cherished moments will be gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Stuck midpoint between friends and lovers,&lt;br /&gt;Like an un-riped fruit dreaming about the day of harvest&lt;br /&gt;Because of being unable to just move one more step forward&lt;br /&gt;What’s causing this frustration baby &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the blissful summer and the dreams we thought we could fulfilled will eventually be swept away by the cold wind passing through us. The quarrel between the friend and the lover could be a bigger picture than we thought. Colorful sights that we could no longer see; &lt;strong&gt;this is the beginning of the end&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Sweet talk and tasteless conversations.&lt;br /&gt;It sparks no interest in me&lt;br /&gt;Even when things do not go the way you want&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean you’ve thrown your life away&lt;br /&gt;When asked ‘what’s wrong?’&lt;br /&gt;I answer ‘it’s nothing’&lt;br /&gt;The smile that disappears after goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It’s unlike me &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bittersweet goodbyes we thought we could &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; bid are being said repeatedly as if the autumn pain we thought disappeared a long time ago. Maybe, these sweet nothings could turn to bitter conversations we usually speak about. The coldness of your heart may go away but the stinging pain of love could just get bigger than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; The more I wish to believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it hurts even more&lt;br /&gt;‘I like you a lot’ instead of ‘I love you’ sounds more like you&lt;br /&gt;The flavor of life. The period when you suddenly remember the scent of someone, you had almost forgotten, I want to be able to openly and honestly cherish the white purity of the falling snow more A future tender and warmer than a diamond, I want to grasp it, in this limited time we have, I want to spend it with you. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The words “I love you” could hurt me more&lt;/strong&gt;. Spending time with you can somehow ease the pain I’m feeling. Remembering the past will sure paint a smile in my lips and the chilling pain of the present can somehow be tearful. This &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be the flavor of life. A hint of bitterness blends well with the sweetness of your smile and the sourness of the pain we felt for the past 4 years. And I agree with this goodbye. And for the last time, I will whisper these words to you; &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; When you say thank you to me,&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Like a magic spell that doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;Get undone even after the good bye.&lt;br /&gt;A hint of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;The flavor of life &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The flavor of life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8306707944644729165?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8306707944644729165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8306707944644729165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8306707944644729165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8306707944644729165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/05/flavor-of-life.html' title='The flavor of life.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-6500383505907448153</id><published>2007-05-19T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T03:43:03.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Nande, nande?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m back – alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, about school. I’m really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; happy yesterday when I found out that he’s not my classmate anymore. After spending four years waiting in vain for that guy, finally I decided to get over with my stupid feelings for him. That means, I will finally forget all of the things that we shared and times that we thought we would lost in each other’s stare. However, a part of me is kind of sad. Sad, because I will not able to see him staring at me (I caught him many times staring so deep at me and he even lied to me that he’s just looking at my hair) and some other things that we usually do. However, it’s okay with me and that will be a good method to forget about that guy. &lt;strong&gt;Bye bye Patrick Lopez Galvez&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have my own Live Journal and it took me 25 minutes to sign up since our internet access is excessively...slow. I was looking for Hana Yori Dango fan fictions and I ended up with this fan fiction site of Maho Chan. I really like the fan fiction entitled “Cherish” and I was laughing head over heels since that story is hilarious. Also, planning to buy the live action series of GTO (Great Teacher Onizuka). This is a Japanese drama. My Goong S DVD at my cabinet is stock there since I’m not in the mood to watch any Korean dramas. Ah, my head is pounding with ache. I haven’t bought any school supplies. Oh men, I’m not excited about this school year and I’m junior. Yes, just two more years and I’ll be in my college life. Cherish the high school life indeed. &lt;strong&gt;Uh, HYD 2 Returns screencaps anyone?&lt;/strong&gt; I’m really dying to see a site filled with HYD 2 Returns screencaps. Oh men, I want HYD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m just ranting today since my sister is not here and my older brother is not here. I’m really bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-6500383505907448153?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6500383505907448153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=6500383505907448153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6500383505907448153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6500383505907448153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/05/nande-nande.html' title='Nande, nande?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-6980913911599127049</id><published>2007-05-13T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:49:33.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><title type='text'>Baka jane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just finished watching Gokusen season one and I’m currently watching Gokusen season two. Okay, all I could say to the season two is “not bad” but I don’t really like the actors there. No more Sawada Shin and Yamaguchi Kumiko love team. No more Shinohara-san greeting Yamaguchi-sensei in the crowded street of Shirokin. No more Shirokin students passing by with dread locks, colored hair and confusing dress code that seems to kill people by just staring at them. No more Kawashima-sensei and Fujiyama-sensei talking to Iwamoto-sensei and the others. No more Gokusen season one – only Yankumi is left and her weird head teacher, Kyoto-sensei who never changed his hairstyle since day one. Back to Gokusen season two. I totally judged this drama because I don’t &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like Odagiri Ryu and for some reasons, Yabuki Hayato caught my eye. Haha, he’s pretty good-looking and he carries the title of Shin as the “3-D ring leader” and he’s okay, I could say. I judged it until I watched the second episode. But, I was thinking, why is the room 3-D is too far out from the usual rooms of Kurogin Academy? Okay, it’s not like I really&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; like the drama, but I find it amusing. I’m off watching the episode our tonight. And maybe, I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; like this drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did happened in my complicated life lately? I’m actually confused about something but I can’t really tell what it is. Schooling will start soon and I haven’t been enrolled and to think that I’m junior this year. Well, I don’t like thinking of it for now since I don’t like my classmate. Hell, I will meet people I seldom talk to everyday and they will give me this ridiculous looks that makes my stomach go round. Nevertheless, I pray on my knees that they will never to stupid things that will make upset. Anyway, I’m also planning to join COCC and for the first time of my life, they will see me in pigtails that is so...bad for me. I’ll try my best not be a stupid dork wandering in our school. Alternatively, so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that my brother would work overseas so that he could live independently by himself. His undecided life is not decided by his own hard work. I wish him best and I wish good luck! Oh my, it’s super hot in here and I will collapse anytime this day. My head is double in pain because I have headache and my muscle spasm at my back is aching again. Thank god, it’s Sunday today and tomorrow will be Monday! I’m thinking of buying Detective Conan and Bleach DVDs this month so I could stretch my mind without watching any dramas. Chotomate! I also need to buy schoolbooks! I’m really confused about school, life and dramas. Can somebody help me survive the menace that doesn’t make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, hai. Need to go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy mother's day! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-6980913911599127049?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6980913911599127049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=6980913911599127049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6980913911599127049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6980913911599127049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/05/baka-jane.html' title='Baka jane.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8983427974804091341</id><published>2007-05-10T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:52:45.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Whip of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weather is good today and I think, it will rain anytime. The glimmering dewdrops of rains are longed by those people who suffer from the heat of the beaming sun. From the everyday work to the seldom seeing each other theme, I really don’t know what to think. Heck, it’s somewhat cold today and I like it that way. And I can’t get enough of saying “Yo!” to all the people in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the birthday of my &lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt; and she never really those “special gatherings” people used to when someone’s birthday is today (?!). And to think that mother’s day is this month. Morning session: not good. My brother didn’t even know that it’s &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; mother’s birthday today. He asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Birthday ni mama ngayon?” He asked, while munching a spoonful of rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yah, it’s mom’s birthday.” I answered thickly, ignoring the cold wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went eating again. Mom needs to finish something so my brother and I are the ones who cooked lunch and to think that this is the very first time I cooked rice without the help of the rice cooker. He fried the chickens and the fished while I keep on watching him goof around since he’s always have this “happy attitude” towards an object. My mind flew somewhere and I’m always thinking of buying Gokusen DVD, the anime and the manga version. I rolled my eyes and keep on mumbling. Ah, yes. I finished reading “True Confessions: Gokusen” and heck, I was shock in the story. Try going to Kiyasama, look for fan fiction, and click Gokusen. There are also many options in Gokusen. After cooking, we ate and wait for my pop and mom to come back. I’ really tired today. &lt;em&gt;I wanna be an Ojou&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, happy mothers day to all the beautiful mothers in the whole world&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m really bored today and I don’t know what to write. Better get going, need to search for some original soundtracks. Konnichiwa to all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8983427974804091341?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8983427974804091341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8983427974804091341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8983427974804091341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8983427974804091341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/05/whip-of-love.html' title='Whip of love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-605558602428278348</id><published>2007-05-07T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:57:51.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will never forget the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; ever Japanese drama I’ve ever watched in my entire life – &lt;strong&gt;Gokusen&lt;/strong&gt;. It was midsummer of 2002 when I first caught a glimpse of Yamaguchi Kumiko, the 23-year-old teacher of the class 3-D. And heck, it’s the first time I saw Matsumoto Jun. the drama was dubbed in Chinese and the subtitles are also Chinese but because I like it, I finished the whole drama without missing one episode. I even watched the re-cap every morning and afternoon. I was addicted to the drama though I didn’t what’s the title (since the channel it was premiered was also in Chinese) but even if it’s like that, I still watched it. And now, 5 years had passed, I was shock when I saw Gokusen being played in GMA from Monday to Friday. I was also shock that it’s dubbed in Filipino (I know, but I don’t like it dubbed in Filipino since I can’t hear the real voice of Yankumi and Shin). This drama is a must-seen drama because I really like the way Shin and Yankumi have this &lt;strong&gt;“love connection”&lt;/strong&gt; and the poke part where Yankumi told Shin baka (baka means stupid in Japanese). Now, I’m currently watching Gokusen for the second time and never stop walking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;Hana Yori Dango &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Hana Yori Dango 2 Returns&lt;/strong&gt;. I watched it twice and I even cried twice because of season two. &lt;em&gt;This drama is a must-see drama and in this drama, you will learn that love needs no money and needs no defiance because true love can wait and it can sacrifice life&lt;/em&gt;. I’m planning to watch it again for the third time this month. I really like this unlike Meteor Garden (especially the season two). Hana Yori Dango 2 Returns maybe a tearjerker but it still has funny moments unlike Meteor Garden 2 which it too tearjerker that I doesn’t have funny moments anymore. I really like Hana Yori Dango and I wish that there will be a season three. Lol, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your all time favorite love team/s in dramas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;San Cai and Dao Ming Tsu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makino Tsukushi and Domyouji Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shin Chae Gyeong and Lee Shin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yamaguchi Kumiko and Sawada Shin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, need to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-605558602428278348?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/605558602428278348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=605558602428278348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/605558602428278348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/605558602428278348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7059272522946653177</id><published>2007-05-05T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:12:07.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdoramas'/><title type='text'>Hana Yori Dango.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO WATCH HANA YORI DANGO. :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tsukushi looks sad that Tsukasa won't be coming to school the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tsukasa stares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't make that face! It's too cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt; (with a sweat drop): Huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: I seriously don't like this! Some obnoxious guy is going to come on to you while I'm not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt;: Ahh... they won't, they won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: You'll be bored while I'm not here and you'll be looking for trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt;: Since when did I get such a horrible reputation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: It's because you don't realize it that you're so likely to get in a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt; (with a red face): L... let's cut this out. We're acting like a stupid couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: We're a great stupid couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A note is sprawed in the blackboard about Tsukushi having had two abortions. She confronts the F4, who actually didn't have anything to do with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt;: How could I have had an abortion, you morons?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukushi&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm still a virgin!(Makino runs away, the F4 are speechless.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akira&lt;/strong&gt;: ...What was that all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sojiro&lt;/strong&gt;: Meaning unclear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: (She specifically came here to tell me she's a virgin.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: (She's saying she belongs to no one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: (She wanted me to know that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukasa&lt;/strong&gt;: Perhaps... she's offering her virginity to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-7059272522946653177?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7059272522946653177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7059272522946653177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7059272522946653177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7059272522946653177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/05/hana-yori-dango.html' title='Hana Yori Dango.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-3530542706401412583</id><published>2007-04-23T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:30:34.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Killing is happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull up a new layout and it’s &lt;strong&gt;Mawang&lt;/strong&gt;! You know what, when I first catch a glimpse of its commercial, it quickly captured my heart and I told myself that I’m going to watch that drama! I really like the way I made this darkish layout and it has Joo Ji Hoon’s face. I worked for it for like, 3 hours since it’s boring here at our house and I have Mawang pictures at my files so I pull up this new layout. Try watching this a-la Da Vinci code drama and I recommend watching it alone since the drama is like ghostly (am I right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was blog hopping when I stumble to Beena’s web site. Her entry is all about the rumored gay boy band (no, they are not gays!), TVXQ or Dong Bang Shin Gi. No, from the first place they are neither gays nor posers. I’m not a big fan but I hate it whenever people spread rumors that aren’t true. And take this, if they are gays or whatever, why would they have their girl friends and date?! Heck, I hate people who destroy other’s lives and if DBSG like that, they wouldn’t be the TVXQ we know. &lt;em&gt;*Beena, don’t mind those people who spread rumors about TVXQ. You know they are not gays so don’t be affected by what those people say. They are just kulang sa pansin. Thanks by the way to the comment about this layout :P. Watch Mawang!*&lt;/em&gt; So please, stop the fight and just stay mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to everyone who is blogging today. &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, long time no chat. How are you na? Sometimes I see you online but I get shy because you’re like always busy. Hope you’re okay, Doks! &lt;a href="http://suplada.net"&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/a&gt;, hi! Raxiel, sis I miss you so much. So sorry if sometimes I snob you when you want to talk to me because you know me, I’m always hot-tempered. Ena, how are you doing? Long time no text, ah! &lt;a href="http://ako.pinkista.net"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt;, heya! Hope you and your boyfriend will be okay na. To everybody else, hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last line: killing is happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-3530542706401412583?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3530542706401412583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=3530542706401412583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3530542706401412583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3530542706401412583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/04/killing-is-happiness.html' title='Killing is happiness'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2064534757577090673</id><published>2007-04-20T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T05:56:19.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><title type='text'>Kdramas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of not updating, here I am typing again. I’m kicking off my summer by watching Korean dramas. Actually, I’m watching two Korean dramas: Hello, Lady, and The Lucifer. And believe me, I highly recommend Hello, Lady! and Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review: The Lucifer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um Tae-woong as Kang Oh-soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shin Min-ah as Seo Hae-in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ju Ji-hoon as Oh Seung-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“The Lucifer” is a story about two men who were predestined to confront each other over a tragic incident that happened when they were young, and a woman who has psychometric powers. Through the bitter fight of its main characters and their desperate attempts to uncover the truth, this drama attempts to find answers to such questions as what is good and what is evil, and how good and bad fortune are formed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The murder case that begins with an afterimage of one girl is completely ignored and closed quickly because of the girl’s preposterous testimony. Twelve years later, detective Kang Oh-soo (played by Um Tae-woong) receives a taro card meaning “judgment” and a letter. A brutal game begins between the culprit and the victim of the case, which began as a trivial incident 12 years ago but has snowballed into a big tragedy, and a mysterious witness. &lt;em&gt;*watch this alone 'cause it's more okay to watch without interruptions*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Review: Hello, Lady!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lee Dae-hae as Lee Su-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lee Ji-hoon as Hwang Dok-yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ha Seok-jin as Hwang Chang-min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeon Mi-ju as Seo Hwa-ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lee Su-ha (played by Lee Da-hae) inherited the historical home, Hwa Ahn Dang, of the Je-an Lee clan after her father left for Seoul with another woman years ago and her mother died last year of stomach cancer. That is when her dual life began as the head of the nearly-ruined clan as she refused to give up on the Hwa Ahn Dang. But one day she meets Hwang Dong-kyu (played by Lee Ji-hoon), who asks her to sell the Hwa Ahn Dang to him by any means. Dong-kyu is the grandson of a servant who 50 years ago ran away from the Hwa Ahn Dang after stealing its cow and a bale of rice. But after much bickering, Su-ha and Dong-kyu end up falling in love with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what did happened for the past few days since this is the first time I updated again in my poor blog. I haven’t changed my layout in a summer layout since I’m tired making layouts. Let this layout be in here for a month and I will change it after that. Oh yeah, thanks to Beena about the font thingy even if I wasn’t able to get it. Man, I’m really bored today. I can’t find a way to kill boredom because there’s nothing else to do here at out house other than to eat, watch TV and sleep. Anyway, need to go. Need to fix something and I’m looking for pictures. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2064534757577090673?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2064534757577090673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2064534757577090673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2064534757577090673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2064534757577090673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/04/kdramas_20.html' title='Kdramas!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-754314315367125848</id><published>2007-04-09T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:00:43.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Annyeong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here just to update some lazy entry. Okay, I’m tired of typing here and sharing my oh so boring entries so let me be. My family and I had our summer vacation at Zambales and it is fun. We spend two days and one night. Short, I know but we need to come home early since dad needs to finish all his work because last week was a hell. What did happened in our swimming sensation? The water is fine and it is actually not that hot when we went there. My cousin and sister were hamming out with the camera while I take some pictures of them. We picture, we eat and then we picture again. Tiring it maybe, but after that we jump to the water. I will post some pictures here when I’m not lazy. Yikes, people there are also helpful but I don’t think their being kind to us will lead them to heaven (?). I don’t know what to say anymore and my eyes are tilting backwards already. Lack of sleep. Okay, let me unwind my mind first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2. 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, new layout. Oh yeah, our freaking Adobe lost its programming and ALL (as in ALL!) of my brushes were gone! T_T I was about to cry because heck, I worked hard searching and downloading of those brushes and in just one snap, it’s gone! Now, I’m completely humiliated. But, I will download some, maybe ten sets of brushes. Arf, it is so boring here. Hmm, where can I find FTP tutorials? I’m actually planning to be hosted and I found the host I want. I will not say what’s the domain name and who owns it, but it’s a Korean inspired domain name. Sheesh, talk about Korea again. Wae? I adore Korea! Oh my, my head is bursting with thoughts and I can’t find any words to explain what it is. I want some ice cream and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;, congrats! You’re now a fresh graduate and good luck to your college life! Sheryl, happy birthday! I have a present to you. Just click this &lt;a href="http://http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/61176123699sheryl.jpg"&gt;:)&lt;/a&gt; and you will find out. Beena, hello there fellow K-addict. Aisha, I miss you na my dear. The rest, hello to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go. Still have to watch Princess Hours ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-754314315367125848?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/754314315367125848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=754314315367125848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/754314315367125848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/754314315367125848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1126786845526152676</id><published>2007-04-02T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:09:58.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Lazy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello world and hello Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to update a lazy entry. I’m freaking bored today and always. So, what did happened for the past few days? So, so bored. So, so lazy. What do you expect me to say, happy summer? By the way, new layout. I have been making so many layouts because I’m always bored in here but I have decided to put this green layout. Oh yes, feeling and thinking green again. What else should I say? Yeah, we went to the mall yesterday and bought some bags of groceries. My sister and I bought lots of Reese’s peanut butter cup and Crunch chocolate. Also, gummy bears and glowworms and different kinds of Korean noodles. I should have bought the kimchi yesterday but since I haven’t tasted it, I just give it back to the worker in the hyper marker. Papa will make some shabu-shabu tonight and I’m excited to taste his work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Goong addicts, watch kayo sa channel two on April 11 and 12 because there will be the behind-the-scenes and interviews of &lt;strong&gt;Yoon Eun Hye&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Joo Ji Hoon&lt;/strong&gt;. I will watch Goong tonight at channel two since the chapter 23 of Goong my DVD of Goong doesn’t have any subtitles. Yes, Dalja’s Spring is freaking addictive! Oh Dalja is jealous to that ugly girl Gang Taebong met in the party of the Lee and Chang Company. This will be great. Also, I like Here Comes Ajumma at KBS world. Onim is facing a danger because of her husband’s mistress. Wow, I am talking Korean dramas again! Ahahaha, because they are awesome and great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to all graduates of 2007&lt;/strong&gt;! Keep up the good work and good luck to your college and high school life. ;) Belated happy birthday to my friends, namely Sheila and Neil. Hi to all of blog friends! Anyway, need to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1126786845526152676?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1126786845526152676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1126786845526152676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1126786845526152676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1126786845526152676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy-summer.html' title='Lazy Summer'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5011537870504793593</id><published>2007-03-23T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:58.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>03.21.07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;March 22, 2007 / 7:20pm while the song Ako’y sa’yo, Ika’y sa’kin is playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uy, pinapantal ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:&lt;/strong&gt; Oo, kaninang umaga pagkagising ko. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Kasi ako pinapantal eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh? Kailan pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Kagabi pa! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:&lt;/strong&gt; Baka hindi ka pa naliligo! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Gago, naligo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, ‘di magtanong tanong ka sa mga kakalse natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh sige, babye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:&lt;/strong&gt; Sige, babye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:26pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;School days are over. No more late night study jams for the upcoming examinations, no more boring discussion from out Filipino subject, no more pesky teachers that will deduct grades from our papers, no more projects, no more recitations and lastly but not the list, no more flag ceremonies! However, there are three things I will surely miss — our classroom, my fun loving classmates and our two advisers. I will miss all the recess and the lunch breaks we shared everyday and I will miss all the foods we always eat during break time. I will miss all the times we had. I will miss everything we have shared and I will miss the time we fight but reconciled. &lt;strong&gt;I WILL MISS EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. I will miss my friends, my batch mates even if I hate them and I will all the events in the school. Geesh, I want my sophomore year to start again. I love all of my classmates. Yes, we also have out outing yesterday. It is free, because my close friend Romeo is a relative to that certain resort. We ate our favorite hotdogs on sticks; shanghai na bangus and tasty pork chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive their like 10:30 in the morning, because I have three friends to fetch. But sadly enough, I only fetch two of them because Clarizze can’t make it due to her dad’s hot-tempered. We hitched on Romeo’s car and the breeze was oh so fresh. And then, when we arrived some of my friends jump to the pool and swim like crazy. But, I was just sitting in this big cottage and just text some of my other friends. The boys only wear their shorts and heck, they look freaking hilarious! We also changed our dress to our pampaligo and Patrick came along. I handed him my precious underwater camera and he pictures everything. However, some of the pictures are like...just taken &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; that. Oh yeah, these are some of the pictures he took while swimming (and some of the pictures are stupid pictures ^_^). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOYCUIyO3I/AAAAAAAAACc/URbiB7ESAvo/s1600-h/swimming+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045043173117803378" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOYCUIyO3I/AAAAAAAAACc/URbiB7ESAvo/s200/swimming+07.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! *with flying Thomas on background*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045043838837734274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOYpEIyO4I/AAAAAAAAACk/VVvBpAoWFkk/s200/swimming+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heart my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOZikIyO5I/AAAAAAAAACs/cQgjALXEFB8/s1600-h/swimming+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045044826680212370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOZikIyO5I/AAAAAAAAACs/cQgjALXEFB8/s200/swimming+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teng on the loop! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOacEIyO6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q76gwOrafDY/s1600-h/swimming+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045045814522690466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOacEIyO6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q76gwOrafDY/s200/swimming+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dayo as a pool cleaner? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgObIEIyO7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Be2Qn2S07HQ/s1600-h/swimming+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045046570436934578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgObIEIyO7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Be2Qn2S07HQ/s200/swimming+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teng&amp;Neil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minutes later, our advisers came and we had fun right away. My classmates even made me drink this brandy called Generoso (and take this, the brandy made my body warm and the taste of it makes my tummy sick!). Some of my classmates also smokes (yes, I know we are only sophomores but how can I deal with it?). The smell of the cigarettes sucks! It smells like hell and I hate it (for sure, who would like the smell of cigarettes). I never really like to swim and get my clothes on water, but my friends pulled me and throw me in the water (I was drowning because I was over shocked!). And it happened again, Ed pushed me in the water and I was again wet. And for the third time, Sheila pushed while I was walking. My friends are so stupid. We went home like 5pm and we made a group hug. Shit, I have this small red spots in my body and it is itchy due to the water in the pool. I am allergic to it and it is itchy! Until now, it is itchy but I don’t want to scratch it or what. Back to the topic about the outing, and after we had our group hug, we went to our own ways. &lt;strong&gt;I WILL MISS MY JUSTICE.&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah and everyone else. Anyway, need to go. This is a long entry, huh? ;) &lt;strong&gt;JUSTICE FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5011537870504793593?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5011537870504793593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5011537870504793593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5011537870504793593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5011537870504793593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/03/032107.html' title='03.21.07'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RgOYCUIyO3I/AAAAAAAAACc/URbiB7ESAvo/s72-c/swimming+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4885599570765719041</id><published>2007-03-16T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T04:29:58.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Watching the wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An update, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did happened for the past few days? So, so busy and so, so grades. And our clearances are finished. Thanks to the big guy up there, because of him I’m finally over with my super hectic life. I didn’t even enjoy my birthday because I was busy doing projects and reaction papers for my classmate. I didn’t even use the money in a wise way because I kept on paying for my school fees and actually swallowed all my pride down to my stomach. And I squeezed my eyes shut and just...free fall down to the very end of my faith. What’s worse, I haven’t take up my computer examination earlier because I was busy running and begging for my freaking math teacher who keeps on making me cry. I cried because if she will not sign my clearance, I will forever stay as an HS Sophomore. Hello?! I’m not stupid enough to do that thing. And I’m ready to assassin her anytime this day. But then again, the big guy up there told me not to give up and I actually did fight for my precious clearance slip, which accidentally was lost, but then again, I found it! What a stupid mind I have! I just want to thank Mrs. Bernando for lending me her 300 bucks, Mrs. Laquindanum for helping us and all of my best classmates for making me smile even if I always cry because of our damn clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in just 2 days, schooling will end. Geesh, I will surely miss all of my classmates especially the ones who will transfer to other schools. We will have an outing of 21st of March. Yey, it is free because my classmate’s cousin is the owner of the resort. I just want to thank my entire classmate for the one great year we had, our class adviser who did her best on making us good, our substitute teacher (Sir Carpio!!! Come back to our school!!! :( ) for the very memorable 2 months, our other teachers (except math) and all the people in our school, thank you! And my forever favorite song of all, In My Life by The Beatles, this is song is for all of you. Geesh, I will always miss you guys! Cheers to Sophomore students who did their very best to be one of the top great students in LCS-B. Hep, hep hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention to Patrick Galvez who made my whole week last week. I will surely miss you, my best friend. What more could I ask for? You’re that boy I want to be with me forever, you’re that boy who will make me cry and laugh at the same; you’re the boy who complete my whole being. Despite all the wrong things you have done to me, it’s amazing how you feel about you, whenever I’m around you nothing else matters. How my heart stops &amp;amp; I’m left BREATHLESS. And no matter how many times you break my heart…you ALWAYS seems to put the pieces back together. ____&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4885599570765719041?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4885599570765719041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4885599570765719041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4885599570765719041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4885599570765719041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/03/watching-wheels.html' title='Watching the wheels'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8387526217843407534</id><published>2007-03-09T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:43:57.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Do you know the feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it’s been a very long time since I wrote something here. Then again, I’m very busy with my requirements. Para akong negosyante na nagbebenta sa bahay bahay ng bareta. I have a lot of things to do and actually turn my requirements into my business. I accept reaction papers, projects, lectures and theme writings from my classmate and of course, they will pay me with a good price. Because, doing a lot of stuffs like that is a hard work, right? Therefore, I just turned it into a business. Dami nga nagpagawa sa akin eh. They even argue with the prices but now, it is stable. Haha, I am very happy with that. My formal theme was confiscated. Damn it, I am very upset with Maireen. However, I have to beg on my knees and pray every night that my beloved formal theme will be on my arms again. Whew, I have been running and walking at the campus since our clearance slips are given away. We have to beg to our teachers so that they could sign all of our clearance. I still have to do an oral defense on Monday and I am very nervous with that. Feeling ko kasi kakainin ako ng buhay ni Ms. Gonzales once na pinakita ko project namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday ko bukas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still don’t know why I’m &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; sad. Yeah, I know it will be my birthday tomorrow and I’ll turn a year older again. I’ll be &lt;strong&gt;fourteen&lt;/strong&gt; for god sake. &lt;em&gt;But one thing I know, I am very much in love with him&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, oh yes. Again, it is &lt;strong&gt;Patrick&lt;/strong&gt;. I don’t know why but every time I see him, there is this certain feeling that slowly runs in my veins. I try to ignore him but love still ignites in my veins. In addition, we always share some moments — he kissed me in the forehead for 5 times, kissed me in the cheeks twice and hugged me several times. I know, that is so stupid but you know what, those things are hard to forget. I don’t know if I’m accidentally in love with him or this is for real. Earlier, he hugged me and told me “Cathy, happy birthday.” In addition, yesterday, he keeps on saying, &lt;em&gt;“I love you”&lt;/em&gt; to me, which I don’t know if it’s real. Slap me it is real and slap me again it’s not real. &lt;strong&gt;Am I just dreaming or am I really in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I changed the background image of Goong because the other one is too wide and my entries are so small. Now that I fixed it, I can say that it looks better than the other one. I am tired of looking at the monitor so if you could excuse me, I need to go now. I still have to finish those reaction papers and earn money this month. Belated happy birthday to my kapatid last March 7. okay, ‘ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8387526217843407534?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8387526217843407534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8387526217843407534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8387526217843407534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8387526217843407534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-in-love.html' title='Do you know the feeling?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2516124009450253516</id><published>2007-03-02T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:03:21.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New layout&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7 days to go before &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; birthday. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7 days for more sufferings for my requirements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 weeks before &lt;strong&gt;vacation&lt;/strong&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 weeks before Thamy's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4 weeks before Sheila's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm super busy right now, so this is just an entry with a short sentence (?). Anyway, need to go. I still have to compile my requirements. Sheesh, busy life. I will just update here maybe before my birthday. : I want to eat something salty right now. Okay, 'ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2516124009450253516?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2516124009450253516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2516124009450253516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2516124009450253516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2516124009450253516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2374192125378271199</id><published>2007-02-23T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:39:28.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Underneath the waves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’M IN LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with someone right now that the words “I Love You!” &lt;em&gt;aren’t &lt;/em&gt;enough. It is because of &lt;strong&gt;Patrick&lt;/strong&gt;, my best friend who is accidentally my long time crush. It happened very fast that I couldn’t even trace what exactly happened. I think, I am just so kilig when it happened. Hmm, I remember! I was sitting in my chair, talking to Clarizze, Cherry and Malie about the evaluation for our teachers, which happily answer. Clarizze keeps on shouting star because that’s Patrick’s codename so that he cannot find out that we’re talking about him. Then, Val is calling Patrick because he will borrow Patrick’s brush (brush, as in brush for shoes where you put Kiwi and rub it to your shoes.). Val did not know that the bag of Patrick is with me, because I’m sleeping in Patrick’s bag. Because of that, Patrick walk towards me (I’m facing the windows, kaya nakatalikod ako) and he open his arms wide. &lt;em&gt;He has to vow so that he could get the brush and after he got the brush, (as I write this, I’m actually getting giddy even more and I’m blushing even more!) he suddenly hugged and kissed me — at the same time!&lt;/em&gt; He hugged me really tight and yes, I was in shock. After that, he &lt;em&gt;kissed&lt;/em&gt; me in the forehead. Yikes, I’m getting giddier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we will be making our project for the subject Filipino that will be passed on Monday. Our report will be also passed on Monday. Whew, tons of projects, endless assignments and quizzes, boring discussions and numerous recitations. Our clearance form will be given next week so I need to rush for the requirements. I’m actually bored that’s why I update in here. Today is the birthday of my close friend, Margie but I didn’t attend her birthday. Supposed to be, I should. However, am I really invited for her party? I don’t know what to type anymore. Yeah, I passed my religion exams!&lt;strong&gt; 74/75&lt;/strong&gt; and the equivalent is 99%! Saan ka pa?! Heehee, I just miss having a very high grade in my favorite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m just in love and all I want to do is to be loved and to love&lt;/strong&gt;. Ew, so exaggerating. Anyway, need to go! Annyoung to all of the bloggers who is blogging right now. Special mention to Anna, Aisha, Ate Irish, Ate Renee, Are Sheryl and Pot. Advance happy birthday to my Tito Joseph. Happy birthday to Margie again. My birthday will soon hit the calendar, beh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2374192125378271199?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2374192125378271199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2374192125378271199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2374192125378271199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2374192125378271199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/02/underneath-waves.html' title='Underneath the waves.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1830216219547726834</id><published>2007-02-18T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:22:30.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Long entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This will be a long entry. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the five weird things you do/have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I talk and laugh—a lot.&lt;/strong&gt; I can talk the whole day non-stop and I can actually tell stupid jokes that my friends find laughable. A day without talking will kill my nerves because I talk like there is no more tomorrow. My friends will just slap me in my face and I will be like “What did I do wrong?” and they will reply with a “Because you talk non-stop that we can’t share anything.” Haha and I will laugh very loud. And when I laugh, they will also laugh. Talk about immature kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I am obsessed, for example my obsession to Goong, I will actually download the OSTs, watch it non-stop in my DVD player, imagine my life as CG experienced, make a Goong layout and whole lot of obsessions! Because when I am obsessed to one thing, I research, I write, I download, I praise and I make. That is how I show my obsessions to a certain thing and there is no way I could stop that habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;When I sit down beside you and we talk like friends, I will like you easily&lt;/strong&gt;. I do not know why I gain trust to a person after talking to him/her for a minute. Maybe because they are good pals that we can keep like a treasure. Nevertheless, not like, as in you will be my crush or anything, it is that I like the way you communicate to me without thinking twice that I will do things that you wouldn’t like or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I get hurt easily and I am very, very emotional.&lt;/strong&gt; My best friend, Ellaine always told me that I am the person who will cherish every moment that my life experienced, past, present of future. And when things go wrong, I will be hurt easily even if you don’t do anything that will cause wrath to me. I also cry easily especially if it deals with the things I cherish the most, like family, friends, love and studies. I also value everything that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Writing makes me happy&lt;/strong&gt;. I write everything and anything. I write things that pop in my head and I will end up like “Wow, nagawa ko ‘yun?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Binondo and it was...&lt;em&gt;exhausting&lt;/em&gt;. My muscle spasm at my back aches during the trip. My mom, cousin and I roam around Manila to do the Chinese thingy. We bought different kinds of &lt;strong&gt;noodles&lt;/strong&gt; (I am a noodle freak!), special tikoy, chocolate chips (they are only 38 bucks and it is delicious!) and went to a Cantonese restaurant near Solar street. The china town is filled with Chinese people, buying different goods and good luck charms for their home. I really like the jade bracelets and the colorful beads the Chinese sells. We also went to Tutuban Center, where you can find cheap buys but very beautiful dress. I bought two blouses. One is dark brown, v-neck blouse and the other one is beige, v-neck with lace details. After that, we went home because it is getting late and the people are getting excited for the dragon dance inside the center, which makes the center a little bit crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited and sad for tomorrow’s event. Our former substitute teacher,&lt;strong&gt; Sir Carpio&lt;/strong&gt; will be leaving the school tomorrow. Sadness, because he is a very good teacher to us and very patient even if we are rude. We will hold a farewell party tomorrow that will take in to our room, II Justice. We will surely miss the good Kuya we had for the past two months. :( Our real adviser will come back this Wednesday and we don’t like it though because she’s too strict. To Kuya Carpio, we will miss you! ;) Our exams are also finish and I am very much sure that I will pass all my subjects this time because it is our semi-finals exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now. I am just energized today that is why I made a long entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1830216219547726834?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1830216219547726834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1830216219547726834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1830216219547726834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1830216219547726834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-entry.html' title='Long entry.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8696811248873113692</id><published>2007-02-17T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:42:27.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annyoung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Annyoung! Wow, I did not update again for the past few days. Been busy lately and it is our semi-finals examination and it will last for three days. Math is super hard but I think I pull it off. There are so many things I wanted to tell you guys but I can’t recall the other events that happened to me. We are also rushing for the upcoming checking of the requirements and I am already cramming. I still have to make a list of what will I look for like books, notebooks and rushing of the lectures. I’m actually with my little cousin. I’m so booked this month. My birthday will soon sweep my calendar. Waah, I will be turning 14 next March 10. I received my report card and I have two B while the rest is A-okay. Yahoo, I will be turning junior this year! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Valentine’s Day was the worst valentine has ever existed in my entire life. Some tragic things happened to me unexpectedly and I was too shock to face that obstacle. Also, we are finished doing the silkscreen printing and it was fun. So, what stories I still have to tell you? Oh yes, we will go to Binondo tomorrow to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Kung hei fat choi to everyone! To Pot, for greeting me a happy valentine’s day, thanks. My Korean drama craves are still going on and I am planning to watch Love story in Harvard this coming Monday. Full House is so cool and I like the way Bi act (yes, and it was aired in the Philippines for the past 2 years already). Does anyone know where can I download Dalja’s Spring’s OST? I really like the songs there *dancing while singing* Goong addictions are still kicking off the school and it is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of things to tell and I am so dizzy. My little cousin is sleeping so soundly and I can’t help but smile because he is so cute. Shout outs! Aisha, I miss you sis. Tatie, my last comment to you was about Candy Mag, right? Wala lang, I really miss you. Anna, hey cool girl! ;) To everyone else, annyoung! I am very sorry if I can’t even tell you something about my life because I’m worried to my little cousin (btw, his name is Gian. ;) ). He might wake up. Next time, I will post something okay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, need to go! ‘ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8696811248873113692?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8696811248873113692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8696811248873113692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8696811248873113692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8696811248873113692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/02/annyoung.html' title='Annyoung!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-6726733212120407365</id><published>2007-02-09T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:00:03.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><title type='text'>Updaaate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At last, an update. So, I am very sorry for not updating for like two weeks because I'm very busy with my schooling. Been busy accepting projects and been busy doing some important errands for my friends. What did happened for the last two weeks? So, so grades. I just want to see what the result of my report card is and I am hoping that I will pass all my subjects this third grading period and if it a failing grade, I will die out of guilt. Yeah, because I did not study at all last examinations because of the crazy feeling inside. Projects and requirements are also being rush by our teachers so that we could hurry for reviewing our exams this coming 16. Oh, the pain of being a high school student is slowly killing every veins and nerves in my brain. I just want this school year to end so that I can clad my sarong and swim in the cool water of the sea. Summer is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so update. Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Goongism&lt;/strong&gt; (Goong) is still going on. My girl classmate would pinch me whenever they feel giddy because of &lt;strong&gt;Lee Shin&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SG&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha but it is okay for me because I am a heck fan of Goong. Goong forever. My Korean drama craves are still running on. I actually watch numerous of kdramas since New Year came and it is very cool. Aha! I have a new favorite Korean drama and its &lt;strong&gt;Dalja’s Spring&lt;/strong&gt;! Shit, &lt;em&gt;Kang Taebong&lt;/em&gt; (Yi Mingi) and &lt;em&gt;Oh Dalja&lt;/em&gt; (Chae Lim) are good actors. The drama is aired in KBS World every Wednesday and Thursday, so better watch it because I highly recommend that drama. Second, the kdrama &lt;strong&gt;A Happy Ending to All&lt;/strong&gt;. This drama is very touching and it makes me think that love is not blind and it sees clearer than a naked eye. The guy is an ex-convict and he fell in love with a police officer’s daughter. They fell in love and had a happy conclusion. Yes, it is very mushy and very beautiful. &lt;strong&gt;Full House&lt;/strong&gt; is again aired in GMA 7 and I watched it earlier. Bi (Rain) is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, my head is aching. About my love, it is okay though I still him. However, we are slowly going smooth and I hope it will end okay. There is nothing happy happened between me and him but I talked to him most of the time. Yes, just like best friends do. After all, we are real best friends. I am running out of words to say. Oh yeah, my old classmate came home from Boston and heck, he is so cute. His name is Mico Galvez and to tell you the truth, he turned into a cute guy. But he doesn’t remember me anymore. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Happy valentine’s day to everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-6726733212120407365?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6726733212120407365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=6726733212120407365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6726733212120407365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6726733212120407365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/02/updaaate.html' title='Updaaate!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1396489839599580548</id><published>2007-01-26T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:42:25.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At last, an update. My head has been spinning with thoughts of him and no wonder; I am kind of dizzy now. Been busy lately, answering examination exams, rushing over lectured notes and passing projects to wrap up the third grading. And I’m sick of looking to the blackboard, jotting down notes while my mind is focusing to this guy – my best friend or familiarly known as Patrick. Yes, it’s him. It’s him that I was thanking last entry. Why? I don’t even know why I’m thanking that numb guy. And I’m also apologizing to him. I did it all for you, hoping your dull eyes could see it. Whenever we are together, talking about our current love lives, my heart will skip a beat and I’ll realize afterwards that I’m with you. I know, I know, you really can’t see it – me. So what’s the point of all of this? Alternatively, maybe, I just want to turn back time. Rewind it back to where we started to get along as best friends forever, doing the V sign and laughing out loud every recess time. However, I just want this one wish to come true and it’s for you to see even just one little thing that I will never leave you, even if you’ll hurt me. Why? It’s because &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m sure about my feelings and because of that I’m sure, I just to tell you that I will wait, repeatedly just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you will never change. You’re still the stupid guy I know from yesterday, telling it to my face that you like me only as a friend. Only as a friend. See how it hurts? It’s because I keep loving you but you couldn’t love me back. And if you get a chance to read this, I am hoping that you will realize everything. Moreover, I am wishing that you will change and become the old Patrick I know. &lt;em&gt;After ten years, will we see each other again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; New layout by the way and it’s Princess Hours again! Hope you will like the manga version of Princess Hours. Joo Ji Hoon is cute! :)) &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating much. Been busy lately. Anyway, thanks for Ate Aisha and Ate Sheryl for comforting me. :) Yes, finally I have all the OSTs of Princess Hours. I’m actually learning how to write and speak Korean language and I think, I’m overdoing it too much that sometimes it’s wrong (is it Miyanayo or Biyanayo?). Shout outs! Happy birthday to my first year adviser, Miss Del Rosario :). Happy birthday to Clang and happy birthday to my beloved sister, Joanna who will be 19 this Sunday. Happy anniversary to my mom and pop. Congrats to Anna for creating again a masterpiece and it’s a Rivermaya layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s for now. Kam sa mi da! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1396489839599580548?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1396489839599580548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1396489839599580548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1396489839599580548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1396489839599580548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7895622557142366307</id><published>2007-01-24T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:23:28.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Biyanayo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patrick, gomawo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Biyanayo. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-7895622557142366307?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7895622557142366307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7895622557142366307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7895622557142366307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7895622557142366307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/biyanayo.html' title='Biyanayo.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-4785318294929030615</id><published>2007-01-17T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:27:22.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Perhaps love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to Perhaps Love by Howl and J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey, I have now some OST of &lt;strong&gt;Princess Hours&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyhoo, tomorrow’s our exams and I will just review my notes later. My English notebook is lost. :( And I need to find it because there is so many lectures and seatwork there. I am also a leader for our computer project and we have to interview grade six students tomorrow. We don’t have classes today because it’s NCAE exams and I am free to relax. To Ate Sheryl, I will upload the whole OST in your site. Hehe, love the songs. Elise, watch Princess Hours! :D it is one of the best Korean dramas ever! To NUUR, thanks for the slide show of Joo Ji Hoon and Yoon Eun Hye in my Friendster account. It also contains mp3 of Perhaps Love by Howl and J. :D Just finished watching Princess Hours, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I changed my layout again for the second time around it is Princess Hours again (don’t you think I am somewhat obsessed with Princess Hours? :D). Aisha my dear again, if you want to download some OST from Princess Hours you can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkmomo.multiply.com/music/item/45/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and just click the download word there. My god, I hate being in the house especially if my mom commanded me some worn out utos and I will just mock down and went angry. I want to be in school and to think that it is NCAE exams today. Hmp, it so boring here. Anyway, I am running out of words to say and there is nothing special these past few days. Just stupid boys, trying to escape from science subject and I talking in front of my classmate and I quickly stutter. Sheesh, I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t want to be a scholar of my school. Haha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raxiel, advance happy birthday! :) Anna, long time no chat. I miss you, Doks. Ate Irish, musta na? We both have DVDs of Princess Hours na. To all bloggers there, annyoung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-4785318294929030615?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4785318294929030615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=4785318294929030615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4785318294929030615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/4785318294929030615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/perhaps-love.html' title='Perhaps love.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2549299710063094663</id><published>2007-01-11T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:59.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiligations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Princess Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An nyoung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I did not update for almost two weeks due to my tamad mode and I have been sleeping late because of watching Princess Hours. *tagalog mode* Hay grabe yung Princess Hours! Mamatay-matay ako sa kilig lalo kapag part na ni &lt;strong&gt;Caijing&lt;/strong&gt; (Janelle) at &lt;strong&gt;Shin&lt;/strong&gt; (Gian). Haha, oo grabe. May DVD kami kaso sa kaibigan ng ate ko pero bibili ako next week. Hindi pwedeng palampasin ito! Tapos, inamin na ni Shin kay Caijing na mahal niya rin ito sa kalagitnaan. Pero, medyo bitin sa huli kasi naduwal si Caijing (buntis eh, kaya may part two.). Wala lang, pero sobrang nakakakilig. Oo pramis ko sa inyong nagbabasa ng blog ko na nakakakilig at nakakatuwa ang Princess Hours. Wipeee, kakilig talaga. Adik adik na naman ako sa mga Korean dramas. Paborito ko siyang Korean drama as of now. hahaha! Eto, kyut na pictures nila: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYhsnA-uzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXfDyT3VFlA/s1600-h/file2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018735885022051122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYhsnA-uzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXfDyT3VFlA/s200/file2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYhKnA-uyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_npzEHYAl2A/s1600-h/file3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018735300906498850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYhKnA-uyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_npzEHYAl2A/s200/file3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYg03A-uxI/AAAAAAAAABs/s_QBUOFhUWo/s1600-h/goong30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018734927244344082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYg03A-uxI/AAAAAAAAABs/s_QBUOFhUWo/s200/goong30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYgBnA-uwI/AAAAAAAAABk/1_wdsB2lDag/s1600-h/goong99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018734046776048386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYgBnA-uwI/AAAAAAAAABk/1_wdsB2lDag/s200/goong99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYfvXA-uvI/AAAAAAAAABc/7195wc3EfI4/s1600-h/goong130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018733733243435762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYfvXA-uvI/AAAAAAAAABc/7195wc3EfI4/s200/goong130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy for the past few days and I am excessively bored to write something in here. And you know what, it feels good pala when you are not surfing the net because it is okay! Anyway, I will be hiatus again because our computer eaten up a virus. Yeah, and that means I will be watching more Princess Hours in DVD and start to do the giddy moves when Shin and Caijing meets! Next week will be our periodical exams and I have to study again, yikes! New layout, I forgot to tell you. I am tired typing in here. &lt;em&gt;Favor guys, can you give me Original Soundtracks of Princess Hours? If you know some of their songs, you can email me and send it. Pleeeaaaasssseeee! &lt;/em&gt;I am begging, give me! Please, give me OST of Princess Hours. Sniff, sniff. Look, I am still the lame and lazy blogger who blogs whenever I want and to update whenever I want. Sniff, I want OST of Princess Hours with complete DVD series, pictures and posters of them. I want that for my birthday on March 10. Labo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay need to go. Hehehe! Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2549299710063094663?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2549299710063094663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2549299710063094663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2549299710063094663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2549299710063094663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/princess-hours.html' title='Princess Hours'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RaYhsnA-uzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXfDyT3VFlA/s72-c/file2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-218132944208197391</id><published>2007-01-01T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:10:45.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Fresh start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One look on the clock, it is already 1:48 in the morning. It is a brand new year for all of us. New gigs to attend, new music to listen, new people to meet along the way, new clothes to cover you and new life to begin. And yes, it is a fresh start for me but my eyes are tilting backwards already because of lack of sleep. I am actually very tired due to all the work I have done this day. My sister and I baked a fruit salad look alike and a graham taste cheesecake. It was fun baking it but really, it was hard melting the butter from time to time. My mom told me to cook, slice some onions and garlic that I really hate, clean the whole house everyday and make some sermons. Nakakapagod ang araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will surely miss 2k6 because this is the year where I met Yan Yuzon, tell to Patrick’s face all the shit things he done for me, passed my Math subject (abolish Math. Seryoso.) received my underwater camera and a whole lot of things. Oh yeah, I also meet a lot of interesting people this year which is not really a big deal. 2k7 is my problem. Why? There a lot of things that I surely hate when 2k7 enters. One, my sister will move out to our house and will rent an apartment at Manila on May. And yes, I will sleep all by myself in our room and cry because my beloved sister is not with me. *sad accent* I will miss her! Oh god, I do not want her to live to Manila. Let her stay. Nevertheless, I cannot blame her, because we live thousand miles away from Manila so she deserves to live there. Two, I will be junior. So, okay in just one-step I will be graduating soon and enter the world of college, which is really a big deal. I do not want to be junior because I heard that junior level is one of the busies, hectic and crazy level of all the levels in high school department (or maybe, it is the fourth year level?) *roll my eyes* ack, the horror but I just have to enjoy my high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinamad na akong gumawa ng layout dito. Therefore, I just downloaded some free layouts at &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/"&gt;BlogSkins&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;s&gt;I will be going to make a layout when I am not feeling lazy&lt;/s&gt;. I still need some pictures and I still need some brushes. This site will be renovated for now. Hahahaha. Wala lang kasi my site looks cluttered already and my entries are sometimes, non-sense that is why I need an improvement to this site. I still lack good brushing techniques and texture techniques. Tinatamad na akong mag-type. By the way, watch &lt;strong&gt;Princess Hours&lt;/strong&gt; sa channel two! I ♥ Troy. I loooooooovvvvveeeeee Princess Hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy wants some foods. Oh well, need to go people, I still have to sleep and my eyes are tilting backwards. Hahahaha! &lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-218132944208197391?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/218132944208197391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=218132944208197391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/218132944208197391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/218132944208197391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-look-on-clock-it-is-already-148-in.html' title='Fresh start'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-550042096413887127</id><published>2006-12-28T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:20:47.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Do you know the feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is Christmas time again but I do not feel the spirit of Christmas. Yeah but it is okay. People from our place keep coming back to our house to gets some moolahs and it sucks. I woke up very early and my brain is pounding due to the endless walks and rides we had 30 minutes ago. MERRY CHRISTMAS again folks and I am wishing you a peaceful new year. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Cars&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Barbs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kai&lt;/strong&gt; and everybody else who gave me gifts. I was not able to get the gift Barbs gave me but I am also thankful to it! To &lt;strong&gt;Chup&lt;/strong&gt;, merry Christmas! &lt;strong&gt;Dooonnnaaa&lt;/strong&gt;, no problem! Hehehe. &gt;_&lt; my friends and I will start a small business. You know, sell some bead necklaces, bracelets and some earrings. Hehe, just to earn money so we could go gig hopping and buy what we want. I am excited for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December 24, we went to some friends of my dad and we went to Mall of Asia. I bought Transit, Sponge Cola’s latest album and I am totally loving their songs. Last December 25, we went to SM North Edsa to watch Kasal, Kasali, Kasalo. The movie is awesoooommmmeeee (not to mention, I have a big crush on &lt;strong&gt;Ryan Agoncillo&lt;/strong&gt;!). We also bought Mrs. Field cookies and fudge bars. My mom also bought many chocolates and some Lays chips. And I think, I will catch a fever because three days of commuting from Bulacan to Manila is not that easy (who wants to wait for the bus and meet traffics, anyway?). My brain is pounding massively today. Mom also told me that she would buy me a new cellphone this week or next week. Giddy! I am sooooooo excited to open some of my gifts and my chocolates. Heehee! By the way, I will also buy Hale’s Twilight, KJWAN’s 2stepmarv, Incubus’ Light Grenades and Session Road’s Bakit Hindi? *I am soooooo wasted today so I am typing non sense here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To all the people I met along the way last December 24 and 25, I am grateful meeting you people. To my mom, pop, sister and brothers for making me sane all day even if you people bully me sometimes, thanks! To my friends, barkada (you know who you are so don’t ask!) , mga pare, jondi, DUDES COMPANY, bros and La Consolacion schoolmates and classmates, thanks! To my blog friends, who helped me and will help me. My four cousins for the wonderful memories, thanks! To my relatives, grandma, grandpa and cousins, thanks. To all the people who hate me, thank you for hating me. To &lt;em&gt;Star&lt;/em&gt;, for putting all the pieces back together and may we collide someday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it is for now. Belated &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-550042096413887127?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/550042096413887127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=550042096413887127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/550042096413887127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/550042096413887127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-know-feeling.html' title='Do you know the feeling?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-7397611001182016627</id><published>2006-12-23T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:16:59.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wake up silly bum, the sun shining for you and for me. People flee, people laugh. And it is Christmas time again. Yesterday seems just like today. It is cold and we sip hot chocolate. Hey, it is Christmas time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it seems that yesterday was just like my birthday and in just two days, it is Christmas time again. Wee, I cannot wait to open my gifts and spend lots of moolah. Just kidding. I just want to greet all of you a very &lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;. This is not my year-end post because I will post something in here before January 1 strikes in. Anyway, I made some gifts for you guys and because I am pretty upset about my sister earlier, I made some of the simple ones. Just some hello kitty pictures and a dash of stars. Hehe, but I hope you will like it because my eyes are tired from crying. *by the way, the gifts are not alphabetically arranged because I am running out of time.* I am also sorry if your name is not here because I just made these gifts only for my close friends. Just click the name and voila. :)) &lt;em&gt;Please, no direct linking&lt;/em&gt;. PS: I made &lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cars&lt;/strong&gt; gifts extra special. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/41166866078anna.jpg"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; @ so-stellar; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/21166866078cars.jpg"&gt;Cars&lt;/a&gt; @ oh; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/61166866078ateirish.jpg"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/61166866078ateirish.jpg"&gt;te Irish&lt;/a&gt; @ suplada; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/31166866078tatie.jpg"&gt;Tatie&lt;/a&gt; @im; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/71166866078kai.jpg"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; @ sibuyas; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/31166866078donna.jpg"&gt;Donna&lt;/a&gt; @ starscratch; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/41166866078aira.jpg"&gt;Aira&lt;/a&gt; @ airatot; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/41166866078pau.jpg"&gt;Pau&lt;/a&gt; @ paul1n3; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/21166866078barbs.jpg"&gt;Barbs&lt;/a&gt; @ elytista; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/101166866078renee.jpg"&gt;Renee &lt;/a&gt;@ langgam; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/41166866078elise.jpg"&gt;Elise&lt;/a&gt; @ thisiseliseee; &lt;a href="http://www.quickimage.disphorical.net/21166866078pot.jpg"&gt;Pot&lt;/a&gt; @ potsquared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikee, &lt;a href="http://sibuyas.panalangin.net"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; gave me this cute gift :D thanks Kai! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RYz3wlFGotI/AAAAAAAAABA/rPIXo6eFJhE/s1600-h/cath.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011652899315819218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RYz3wlFGotI/AAAAAAAAABA/rPIXo6eFJhE/s200/cath.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not make a Christmas layout because I am tired of making layouts these days. Plus, I just changed my layout 5 days ago so why bother. Last night, I watched &lt;em&gt;Maalaala Mo Kaya&lt;/em&gt; from channel two. I love the concept of the story and I was tear-eyed while watching it. Bravo, it is very uplifting. I will buy three 36 shots film tomorrow for Christmas day because we will go somewhere in Manila. So, picture! Whew, I am tired typing in here. Anyway, need to go. I have to catch up to my mom. Merry Christmas and have a peaceful new year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-7397611001182016627?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7397611001182016627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=7397611001182016627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7397611001182016627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/7397611001182016627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-P2cKFXc4QE/RYz3wlFGotI/AAAAAAAAABA/rPIXo6eFJhE/s72-c/cath.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2361571707302568012</id><published>2006-12-21T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:28:33.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, I am now officially signing in again! Haha, I have been out for a few days because I am getting too lazy to update. Plus, I am thinking if I will delete this blog (yay, I finalize it and I will not delete it!). I am just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ace our exams and it finally pays off! We students are again free to flee around. Yey, no more annoying exams and annoying reviews. Hahaha, because it is too stressful. However, I think, I will not pass in my Math and Elective exams. For crying out loud, I did not review. Earlier we had our Christmas party and it is okay. We just go sound tripping and food tripping. It was fun but I am not satisfied. I gave Terenze a perfume from Bench and just smiled at him. Hey, he did not even thank me. How silly. Anyway, I love the chocolate ice cream. After that, &lt;strong&gt;Patrick&lt;/strong&gt; sat beside me and told me to talk to him straight to the point. I hesitate for a moment but I just told him that I was okay. I lied to him just because he is still numb. Off topic, we ate many chickens and many cakes. Yikee, we went to the mall to watch a movie. We repeatedly watched it just for fun but the movie is okay. Wala lang. just for a change, I drink again red iced tea from Tokyo. Haha, it tastes the same like Lipton’s do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small drew of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt; Such an abused word. I &lt;em&gt;cried &lt;/em&gt;three minutes ago, realizing that my life is finally gone to its ending. And yes, it is because of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; for crying aloud. He talked to me in an idle talk. He was flirting again with some girls from the first section and starts to make beso-beso with them. I know, those reasons are not enough for me to cry my heart and starts sawing my wrist. Loving someone unconditionally is not easy especially if he is the one for you (or so I thought). Then time will come that I will finally say &lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; to him. My eyes are sore. Loving him is like jumping from a cliff and I will just keep on falling until I reach the end that is nowhere to be found. And whenever I see him, it is like dealing with a nightmare that keeps on haunting me in my waking hours. My mind is consumed thinking of him. &lt;strong&gt;I want to run until there is time.&lt;/strong&gt; I want to runaway from him, leave him and leave our memories. I do not want to love him as if I love him yesterday. This is just wrong. Too wrong and too stupid. Loving someone who is not yours? What the hell. I do not want to stay in this moment, I want to hide from him and just dish it out. I want to tell him all the things, events and heartaches that are killing me slowly. And eventually, this will end. On the other hand, I will just gather all my guts and tell him that this is &lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2361571707302568012?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2361571707302568012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2361571707302568012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2361571707302568012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2361571707302568012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2842626432193720652</id><published>2006-12-14T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:48:41.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Napakamanhid mo&lt;/strong&gt;. Talaga bang ganiyan ka na at hindi na ba talaga mababago ang pag-uugali mo? Wala ka na ba talagang maramdaman? Kasi, ako sawang sawa ng maghintay sa iyo eh. Masyado na natin itong inilalayo sa sating mga isipan at hindi ko maiwasan na sabihin sa iyo na napakamanhid mo. Alam mo, gusto ko na rin maging manhid ng hindi ko na maramdaman yung galit at sakit sa sarili ko. Eh paano, manhid ka. Ramdam na ramdam ko pa rin yung mga kilos mo, naririning ko pa rin yung mga salita mo at kitang kita ako pa rin yung mga ginagawa mo. &lt;em&gt;Ayoko ng maghintay&lt;/em&gt;. Pagod na pagod na akong maghintay. Sana man lang mabasa mo ito at maliwanagan ka man lang sa mga nangyayari sa buhay ko. Napakamanhid mo. Wala akong pakielam kung sasabihin mo na tanga ako. Ano naman sa iyo? Okay ng maging tanga huwag lang maging manhid. Karmahin ka sana. &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart break once more and it is evident for me to see the scar you made so that you could laugh at me. What the hell is happening to you? You are not the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; person I know from before. Why did you change? I know, I cannot control you but the pain, the scenario and the tears are still attached to my whole being. All these inscrutable feelings and all these sarcastic smiles are being shelled out. I am such a &lt;em&gt;fool&lt;/em&gt; loving someone who can never be mine, who can never give me at least happiness and who can never feel me. You are such a numb person and I wish that someday, somehow you would feel what I am feeling right now. &lt;em&gt;And once you feel the pain, hold it back and swallow your pride&lt;/em&gt;. Let us face it, I know deep inside you, you feel the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; I am feeling – we are both waiting for each other and tell each other that we both &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; each other. But I cannot blame you for hiding everything that is in you. We are just human beings, trying to fake the world with our fake hellos and sarcastic smiles. I just want you to drown yourself with your hidden miseries. You made my miserable and very emotional and I want to tell it to your face that you are the one who broke my heart. See these tears falling down into my cheeks and I really want to&lt;strong&gt; slap&lt;/strong&gt; you right in front your fucking friends. I hope you read this so that you will know the fucking things that is happening to my world now. And no, I will never forgive you for doing this. This pain has been for the past 3 years already. I hope that you will realize that you are the one who is truly wrong. &lt;em&gt;I hope you see all the fucking things you made just for me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-2842626432193720652?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2842626432193720652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2842626432193720652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2842626432193720652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2842626432193720652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-1457022364592169907</id><published>2006-12-12T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:26:48.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><title type='text'>One week before party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas is so near and I am planning to shop for some gifts for my friends (uh, only &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; friends). For my exchange gift, I finalize it and I will give him a black t-shirt with a number three at the side. My friend, Rachelle sells some of it and it is affordable (kuripot ako eh). For my online friends, I will make some of my sci-fi and simple Photoshop made messages for you sweeties. I will also buy some gifts for my parents *winks*. Hell, I am running out of things to say and I have not made an English report about the vocabulary words and the painting for our TLE subject. Lmao, I a having a hard time to study Math again. Damn that subject, curse our teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, our monthly examinations, I am worried. Next week also is our Christmas party, I am nervous. Enough of these. It is Christmas so why worry but I am still worried. Yeah and I do not know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, I know I have been a bad daughter ever since my life started. I do not need gifts but please give something for my family. However, if you insist, I want these sinful gifts given by you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New cellphone, 7360 or 7370 (the black ones!)&lt;br /&gt;2. New wardrobe. Yeeaahh, I need new clothes you know.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shirtdress. I want some of them because they are cute.&lt;br /&gt;4. DIGITAL CAMERA! O_O&lt;br /&gt;5. Transit album by Sponge Cola and Light Grenades by Incubus. F they are a must haves!&lt;br /&gt;6. New sandals and colorful flip-flops!&lt;br /&gt;7. Picture of Alvin Alto (para sa iyo ito, Ellaine!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Click, The Lake House, Happy Feet, Open Season and Sukob DVDs. I have not watched these films, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;9. A kiss from him. Too impossible, I know.&lt;br /&gt;10. Lots of money for SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, need to go! Catherine is signing off for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-1457022364592169907?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/1457022364592169907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=1457022364592169907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1457022364592169907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/1457022364592169907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-week-before-party.html' title='One week before party.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-9193756900854453537</id><published>2006-12-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:51:08.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In looove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stick with what you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my friends and I went to the concert of choir near our school and it was terrific! First, Anie, Rachelle and I wait for some others friends of ours so that we could finally watch the concert. We ate fries and we went off. Dad also gave me money and we ate again fries. I texted Ellaine but she watched the early concert that day. My friends left me so that they could accompany Marian. F, I was alone in cold seats and I suddenly saw Arci, one of the friends of Patrick! I froze to where I seated. I text Ellaine and I was embarrassed. I could hear their murmurs as if they are talking about me. Sure, I love to talk to them but in a different way. 25 minutes later, my friends came. I throw fouls words to them because I was too embarrassed. Hahaha, but it is okay to them. They apologize and I watch again the concert. Thamy and I were talking about Patrick. And I noticed, the whole time Patrick keeps on catching a glimpse of me. Yeah and I was shocked. He even went to the seat just to see me. No, I do not know. Maybe there is something wrong. Nevertheless, blah, I like his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the concert is about to end, I told Rachelle to call Patrick. &lt;em&gt;When she is about to call him, Patrick suddenly tap my knees with fan and tap it again with his hands&lt;/em&gt;. Oooohhhhh Gooood! I suddenly do the giddy move and I was laughing. After that, Thamy and Rachelle tease me. Hahaha and he were so cute. Thamy and her mom bid goodbye and Rachelle and I were left in the highest seats. Alvin and his friends joined us while watching the concert. Suddenly, Patrick again walked near us. Alvin told Patrick na tabihan naman daw ako kasi lonely ako. Surely enough, he sat beside me and he went giddy. Wow, that was sooooooo horrific! I grab Rachelle’s arms because I am too shy to talk to him. He slaps my arms in a playful way. God, he was so cute. The concert was ended by his goodbye. My night was one of the special moments in my life. Hell, I am missing him now. I want to turn back the time so that we could talk. Hehe, I love his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arf, my exchange gift is a guy. I am thinking about giving him a perfume, of course the branded ones but I am still deciding. I am also going to give Alvin an Armando Caruso pink handkerchief. Last night, nanakawan yung ate ko ng bag. THAT THIEF SHOULD DIE. So sorry for my sister but she is fine now. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Rachelle&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alvin&lt;/strong&gt; nga pala. If it were not to you guys, my night would be completely a disaster! Thanks talaga! Okay, need to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-9193756900854453537?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/9193756900854453537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=9193756900854453537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9193756900854453537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9193756900854453537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-looove.html' title='In looove'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-692395585171344480</id><published>2006-12-07T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T04:15:16.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>Staircase moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. Crappy, this day is one of the awesome days I have ever had. Wala lang, I was just happy about the “staircase moment” with&lt;strong&gt; Patrick&lt;/strong&gt; and damn, we are talking in silence. &lt;em&gt;And it was about A.K.A Alvin Alto from fourth year Faith!&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAH! Rachelle and I have been spying a dude who looks exactly like Yael Yuzon (ahem, he is the vocalist and guitarist of Sponge Cola for those who does not know who is Yael Yuzon) and I am laughing at the top of my lungs whenever I see him walk down the covered court. No, no, no, he is not my crush – I just love teasing him. Maireen even shouts his name and he looked at me. Shocks, he thought I am the one who shouted his “popular” name. Yeah and that is a stupid moment with my friends. About the “staircase moment”, it was very mushy. And I saw one of the greatest views of Patrick – he was standing, his cheeks were like roses and he looked at me, smiling. AAAWWWWW, natunaw ako sa titig niya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we do not have classes to respect the feats of Our Lady of Immaculate. There will be “concert” near our school and tickets cost 50 bucks. I do not really want to go, but I already bought one ticket so I will come with my friends. Haha, another happening in my life. Also, Maireen’s birthday is one Sunday but I do not know if my mom will let me in. Yeah but I will still come. It is a swimming birthday party. Hahahahaha but I will just sit down in one side and eat. Swimming makes me darker so I good sit down the bench is good enough for me to work. I am really a lazy person. Typecast will be here on December 22 and my sister and I will attend the gig. I just want to hear their music because one of my friends says that their good. Haha let us see what kind of music they have.  I am tired typing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;, take care of your precious Kidneys and stop pigging out with salty and fatty foods. Drink lots of water and rest. Kaloka yung survey mo kahapon. Pero WALA KA NA. Nadamay pa yung pangalan ni Ely and Yanny.  Nyahaha, ROFL yung mga sagot ko. The rest of my blog friends, a big HI will do. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-692395585171344480?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/692395585171344480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=692395585171344480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/692395585171344480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/692395585171344480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/staircase-moment.html' title='Staircase moment'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-2137314749518100258</id><published>2006-12-06T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:12:54.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>It's hard to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is hard to say that I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be an emotional entry. I do not know why and the song It’s Hard to Say by The Used is kicking my brain. I got the song from the burned CD my sister bought last night and I am addicted t it right away. I am so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;. Back when I was a child, all I have to do is to ask for something. It maybe new clothes, new shoes, new toys and even new cabinet. But now, they do the asking – asking me not to point out anything that I want. Of course, I, being a girl who is born under in a not so much rich family agree. When I want something, I have to strive hard to earn some money for it. I am like, only thirteen today and looking back, I thank my parents for not spoiling me into a lot of things.  However, I still get what I want, but not for instant. Haha and it is okay for me. It is okay for me to wait until they give it to me. I am used to keeping everything organized, so, if my parents agree then that is awesome. I love my parents, my two brothers, my two cousins and my ever-dearest sister. I wish, I could turn back time to tell them that&lt;em&gt; I LOVE THEM&lt;/em&gt;. But of course, a time machine is not available. Haha and I missed playing in the streets with my long gone friends. You know, every childhood memories are my treasure. I missed eating fish balls, squid balls and isaw down the streets of our used to be house. I missed the past but my today does not agree with my future. But whatever happens, happens and I will thank God for that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;. My kindergarten best friend is still my best friend although we have fights because one of my f-ing schoolmates is spreading some rumors about her. I am also satisfied to what I have now – good time, good events, awesome gigs and Saturday nights talk on the phone – with them is enough for me. Sometimes, an outing gives us a little bit stronger vibe to us. And I love it. I am happy because even if we have fights, we still reconcile but it was not easy. &lt;em&gt;I just want to tell you dudes and bros, that hell I LOVE ALL OF YOU&lt;/em&gt;. In addition, if you need me, just call me and I will be there but not every time. Of course, we have our different catastrophes in our lives. Dudes and bros, kailan ulit tayo magsasabay sabay? Miss ko na kayo. Ellaine, Thamy, Geline, Margie, Maireen, Rachelle, Marian, Clarizze, Janine and Renz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt; This message if for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; :). I know you are not able to read this message but I am still hoping for a response... Why? You and I have been friends for almost 4 years now and still counting. Our first year of being friends was like brothers and sisters who help each other when we have problems. We tell stories to each other, talk about the love of our lives, falling in love with others and laughed until they thought we are crazy. Nothing has change after 1 year or maybe we just keep the feelings we really feel. I am happy for you. I am sad about me. Back when we are just the average grade five students, who spend endless hours chasing each other down the garden of our school. Now, we are lock in the doors of our room, back again from being strangers we are before. You would ask me about my current crush but I will lie with a simple nadda. I was about to hold back to my feelings when you suddenly &lt;strong&gt;kissed&lt;/strong&gt; me in the cheeks weeks before our graduation ceremony when we are grade six. I will just pretend that I am okay. I still love you and until now, I am still waiting. I will still wait, even if takes forever &lt;strong&gt;Patrick&lt;/strong&gt;. I am still happy for you, best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to say what I feel today but I still have the courage to stand tall and tell the world that I am much stronger that before. I am not depress nor feeling emo today. I just cannot explain what I feel but I think I am okay. Let us just say, I just missed a lot of &lt;strong&gt;events&lt;/strong&gt; in my life that is supposedly I really need to enjoy at that time. But now, I am enjoying the little play we established, which, we creatures in this world are the actresses and the actors that we fondly call “LIFE.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-2137314749518100258?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/2137314749518100258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=2137314749518100258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2137314749518100258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/2137314749518100258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-hard-to-say.html' title='It&apos;s hard to say.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-3576263065888134235</id><published>2006-12-02T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:45:39.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooling around'/><title type='text'>It's so emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eww, it is so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days of not having fun at school? Yeah and hell, I was too bored at house, just doing nothing. Last Thursday, I even went to our school just to sneak out if there will be classes for real. I saw students fleeing around the parking lot and I asked one of them. He told me that there are no classes. F that, I even have a good nap last night and I were very energetic and there are no classes? Therefore, I just went home and open the computer. I am too bored at our house and my mom keeps on bugging me. Haha, but it is okay to me. Well, she gave me an underwater camera. Haha and it is super cute. Hehe, it has three dolphins in it and it is blue. I love blue. However, I want a digital camera. In my &lt;em&gt;underwater camera&lt;/em&gt;, it uses film so it is hassle pa rin. I know, I will just tell my mom that on my birthday she will give a Canon power shot. Hahaha, because I am dying to get one of them. Also, I want my iKiller (An iPod, okay). I just want to have many gadgets not because I want to be the envy of people but I just want to explore. Yeah, whatever. Talk about nothingness. I am in love with my underwater camera. Hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am actually &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;. I am having my bark-like coughs and my head is like cracking into two. After two days of being stuck in the house makes me sick even more. Yeah, earlier Yan Yuzon (guitarist of Pupil) is in Gameknb? And god, he is so gwapo. &lt;em&gt;May pataas taas pa ng hairdo niya, grabe nalalaglag panty ko&lt;/em&gt;. However, he did not make the cut. He was not able to answer the last game and that makes him no winner. He could not beat Yael (his brother, vocalist and guitarist of Sponge Cola), but he is so gwapo that is all I can say. He looks like emo but no, he cannot be. Whoa, my eyes are already tilting back when I have not enjoying the net. &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; is also sick, so I suggest is to drink lots of water because it lessen the pain the head. &lt;em&gt;Ellaine&lt;/em&gt; is also sick (baka wala lang pagkain sa bahay ninyo?). There are so many sick people nowadays. And maybe, I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am out of here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-3576263065888134235?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3576263065888134235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=3576263065888134235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3576263065888134235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3576263065888134235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-so-emo.html' title='It&apos;s so emo.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5234664548524332494</id><published>2006-11-28T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T04:03:51.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>You suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am having a fight with my friends&lt;/em&gt;. Why? It is their problems, I was like waiting for them to show up yesterday’s recess, and they did not showed up! I stay mum, waiting for them to wave their hands, smile at me and greet me with a hi but I did not received any of it. I do not know what is gotten into their heads. I just snob them and leave all their doubts to me. F that, you know? Earlier, I told myself that I will wait for them and I wait for them for one hour along with my other friends, Rachelle and Katherine. Whatever happens, happens and I am ready to forgive them even if I am hurt. I even told them that plastikan na tayo. &lt;em&gt;And I was like, ready to knuckle their faces off&lt;/em&gt;. I mad about it and I hate them for being such numb friends ever since. Oh well, I am on hiatus on being friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; A conversation with him. I never expected him to text me. It happened last Sunday morning, while waiting for my sister to wake up because it is too late that time. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Gandang umaga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Morning din po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Nagtext ka kaninang umaga, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope, madaling araw poh, hindi umaga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ako&lt;/strong&gt;: Ganun din yun, bakla ka talaga. :) bakit ka nagtext? Wala lang, trip mo lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Hindi, xe hindi poh aqoh mka2log kagve eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oohh...bakit naman? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Ewan... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Ngak. Baka tinatamaan ka ng pagiging insomniac niyan, dude. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Anung insomniac? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Yung hindi makatulog every night. May sakit akong ganun, lalo na kapag may problems ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Oo, parang ganun na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Pero, nakatulog ka naman kahit papano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Mejo... :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not in the mood to talk. Ah, earlier we had our recollection and it is all about knowing yourself. Yeah and when I am answering the worksheet, it showed up that I am an&lt;strong&gt; introvert&lt;/strong&gt; and I have a &lt;strong&gt;sanguine&lt;/strong&gt; attitude. How cool is that? Well, I was happy about the results. The recollection was fine so I think I dish out in the confession thingy. Whatever. Okay, need to go na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5234664548524332494?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5234664548524332494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5234664548524332494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5234664548524332494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5234664548524332494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-suck.html' title='You suck!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-9093395578696091377</id><published>2006-11-23T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T03:08:01.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To replace your whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramurals 2006 is over and the sophomore students won two first runner-ups, one champion (ooohhh yess!) and 1 second runner-up. The entire sophomore students were all cheering and jumping for joy. Some are screaming (I am one of them.) and some are doing the clapping like everybody does, right. The volleyball girls won the champion thingy (what a big surprise, again!) and the volleyball boys won the first runner up thingy. God, supposedly the sophomore students are the real champion in the basketball but due to the foul menace, the three-point shoot was not included. F that, you know? Then, in the cheering competition, we won the second runner up when supposedly we are the real champion. Someone is stopping the music that is why it took 2 minutes to arrange again the steps. F that someone, huh. After that, we also cheered for the freshies and the juniors. &lt;em&gt;All hail to sophomore students!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my last entry, me and that dude whom I like is okay. He does the first move the day after. He asked me if I see his white wallet, which eventually was stolen by some freaky students in our school. I was numb again to feel him. I told him that I did not see any white wallet in our place. Gosh, he did not found it afterwards. Poor guy, I hope I found it so we could talk again, like what we do everyday. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, and I am missing it all&lt;/em&gt;. And so you know, his name is &lt;strong&gt;Patrick&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends set Alvin and me up in marriage booth. Sheesh, I was so shy to look at him in the eye because he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; one of my friends. Yeah, and I only stand in the platform and stay mum for a couple of minutes. He came very late because he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; watching the basketball games from the grade school department. He told Albert that just hastens up so he could watch again. We both nodded and just do the ceremony and sign the marriage certificate. I was laughing and I was stupefied about what my friends did. They are so mean to me so I just laughed it off. Grunt, now everyone teases me about calling Alvin honey. Hello?! Are you f....ing with me? However, that it is okay to me. At least, someone tried to get me in the marriage booth for the first time. Lol. Lmfao, I am feeling weird all the time and I do not know what the reason is. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now. I am searching for some brushes. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-9093395578696091377?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/9093395578696091377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=9093395578696091377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9093395578696091377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/9093395578696091377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-6709837242410722496</id><published>2006-11-20T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:36:34.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>I hate you. &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt; Bakit ka ba ganun? &lt;em&gt;Wala ka ba talagang pakiramdam o sadyang manhid ka na?&lt;/em&gt; Masyado ka naman. Mahal na kita. Ano pa ba ang gusto mong gawin ko? Wala na akong masabi. Tuyo na ang damdamin at kaluluwa ko. &lt;em&gt;Kailan mo balak kalimutan ang tao na iyan?&lt;/em&gt; Kailan mo pa ako papaasahin sa mga bagay-bagay na nauuwi lang naman sa wala. Mahirap ang kalimutan at isipin na wala ka na. &lt;strong&gt;Manhid ka na talaga&lt;/strong&gt;. Naririnig mo pa ba ako? Malamang hindi na. Ganyan ka naman eh. Malalaman mo lang kapag gusto mo ng panibago. Karmahin ka sana. Lumabas na ang tunay mong kulay. Wala ka rin pala. Leche, lalayo na ako. Wala ng paalam. &lt;strong&gt;Kakalimutan na kita&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt; about what happened earlier. About this dude whom I have been crushing for like, 3 years from now. He is numb. He does not feel me. My presence is just an air being passed by people whom is talking to him. What will I do? He is my bestfriend. His face has been occupying my mind for almost 3 years and it has not changed for a bit. We are both numb, feeling what we only want to feel. After the feeling, back to the start of just being a strangers. He is killing me slowly and my whole system cannot enhance everything he does. I am such a fool for him, thinking that he will love me back. Yes, my numb feeling is absorbing the bitterness. This feeling will lose somehow by forgetting everything we have shared. I am just going to cherish the special moments I had with him or without him. &lt;em&gt;Why do I live my life alone&lt;/em&gt;? Maybe someday you will come true. And I wish that, that someday would be the day I have been dreaming of. You are just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-6709837242410722496?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/6709837242410722496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=6709837242410722496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6709837242410722496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/6709837242410722496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you. &gt;:('/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-8693023440928236163</id><published>2006-11-19T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:46:14.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophies-ticated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go my mighty Sophies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the cheering competition and I am soooo&lt;strong&gt; excited&lt;/strong&gt;. I am eager to see the performance of my mighty Sophies, the props, everything! We practiced the whole week and I hope we &lt;strong&gt;win&lt;/strong&gt;. Earlier, we have some practice and finished the pom poms and some other props. I was assigned for the poppers so we will be waving out the banner we made yesterday. Gosh, this event is the biggest event in my school so I am hoping we will win. Yeah, and raise our shoes in the second floor. Hehe! We will have a small parade to give way to the 40th anniversary of our school. God, I am so &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, earlier my Miss Gonzales told Garnette and me to buy some metallic paper and one black cartolina, which we will use for the props. Stupid me, I lost the money! Yes, and this freaking guy stole. I know he stole it because when I was holding the money, he was smiling and when I looked back, I saw him get something from the Xerox shop and it is the money! Fuck him, he has to die. Yes, karmahin sana siya. Then, we head back again to the school and I had to pay for the materials T_T. Hmp, it is okay but I hope that will die. Yeah, evil me *evil laugh*. After we bought the materials, I explained to Miss Caraig what happened and she told me that guy would experience karma. I smiled and ready myself to make pom poms. Ellaine and I take pictures. Visit my multiply for the pictures. Hehe, yes I am back to photography again and I am very happy about it. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shout outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anna,&lt;/em&gt; is it true that someone died in MYX  MO! event? By the way, you joined Doks group in multiply. Uy, Doks Manoks. &lt;em&gt;Ate Irish,&lt;/em&gt; I love your layout.&lt;em&gt; SioPau&lt;/em&gt;, you are back! Gulay, your layout rocks and I love the guitar image there. Where did you get your brushes nga pala? &lt;em&gt;Nuriko&lt;/em&gt;, sorry for not telling you about my new URL. I was very to lazy to visit every blogs I know so please bear with me. You can change it now. Ena, happy birthday sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is for now. Catherine is signing out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-8693023440928236163?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8693023440928236163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=8693023440928236163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8693023440928236163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/8693023440928236163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/sophies-ticated.html' title='Sophies-ticated.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-5517753906156290773</id><published>2006-11-17T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:59:55.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeking around'/><title type='text'>Feeling psychotic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheering competition to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is all&lt;em&gt; bruised&lt;/em&gt; up because of what happened today. We practice for three hours and the practice was...okay. Damn it, I love the cheer dance now because they persevere more and everyone love it (even the third year.) my throat is also aching due to yelling and screaming. We are like talking and talking to fight the boredom. I always hate boredom so a good talk will do. Anyway, the auditorium was &lt;em&gt;freaking scary&lt;/em&gt;. The door keeps on swinging even if the windows are closed. There is no wind passing there so I was scared. Yeah, the scaredy me is showing up. Do not blame me because lost spirits haunts my school. What a haunted school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;em&gt;eager&lt;/em&gt; to see our cheer dance! Oh yes, I hope we will win the said competition. Wish us luck because our competitors are so great that I hope we can beat them. &lt;strong&gt;Three cheers for sweet revenge!&lt;/strong&gt; Intramurals will be held on Monday so we are getting ready for the school parade in our place. We will be wearing our school jogging pants on the first day and my trusty tsinelas. Hmm, what top will I wear for intramurals? I am still searching for some shirts in my wardrobe and I am still dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now. I am just searching for some chords.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-5517753906156290773?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5517753906156290773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=5517753906156290773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5517753906156290773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/5517753906156290773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-psychotic.html' title='Feeling psychotic.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-3563649188301535746</id><published>2006-11-14T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:15:49.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching for some soul'/><title type='text'>Magpakailanman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh.my.god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, an update at last. Hmm, I have been gone like 3 days or what? Yeah, because we are having our semestral exams and I messed up again with my Math exams. Speaking of math, yes I passed...which is 78. Oh yes, however I am still proud that my second grading period finally paid off! And I am off to third grading period, the crucial stage of all stage. I am also hoping that all my grades in my report card will turn to their real grades. I decrease 2 points in Filipino and 1 point in Religion. Also, decrease 1 point in English. What is happening to my grades?! Oh my god, I have to strive hard this third grading to regain my original grades. Yess, just like mopping my face into my books and notebooks. Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I moved out to the new version of Blogger. I do not know why, but I think this is the right time to move to the new version because the old version does not show my layout. T_T oh god, it is so hot here in our computer room. Sheyt, we still have to practice for the cheering competition next week and the trainer look wasted every time we practice. Back to the blogger version. So, this is the new version? It looks the same but the settings are new though. Anyway, I saw the latest song from Urbandub with the collaboration with Dicta License. Yeah, band artist are there including my ultimate crush Miggy Chavez and Ely Buendia. I wonder why they created that song. Do you have any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are already tilting backwards and I have not reviewed yet for English and Elective. Tomorrow is another pain in the butt and we will have some practice. Our teachers are killing us. Like, okay they are making us hasten up everything from cheering practice, to music presentation and some financial needs. Oh yeah, being in a catholic school makes a lot of sense in an odd way. Saturday and Sunday is my resting days but I think it will not be a resting day for me. Still have to conduct some report for my Computer project that will be passed on March. Yess, the deadline is like 3 billion kilometers away. Looks like I am doing things in a right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Need to go. Hmm, hi to &lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Cherry&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ming&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Anna M&lt;/strong&gt;. and the other bloggers out there. To &lt;strong&gt;Ate Irish&lt;/strong&gt;, love your layout! To &lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;, kailan ulit tayo makakapag-usap?&lt;strong&gt; Pau&lt;/strong&gt;, miss you sis! &lt;strong&gt;Ivy&lt;/strong&gt;, miss you sis! &lt;strong&gt;Macey&lt;/strong&gt;, congrats! May bago ka ng blog! Anyhoo, bye! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-3563649188301535746?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3563649188301535746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=3563649188301535746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3563649188301535746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/3563649188301535746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/magpakailanman.html' title='Magpakailanman...'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116306727085938060</id><published>2006-11-09T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doomed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow is our music presentation... I am &lt;em&gt;worried&lt;/em&gt;. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our release of cards is tomorrow... I am &lt;em&gt;doomed&lt;/em&gt; already. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waking up late in the morning for the past three days and I have been going late to our house due to the practice of yellers for our cheering competition next, next week. Yeah, we will crack our heads where we at. Supposedly, I do not want to be a yeller but because my friend, Sheila wants me to be there, I quickly joined the group. Ha, and I am tired everyday. Definitely, the practice was okay although the cheerleaders repeatedly dance the steps. Arf, I hate repeatedly steps and I rather hate the dance steps. Why? Because, their trainers force the cheerleaders when practice comes. F...that. I hate gay trainers so they suck. Go! Go, go! Go my mighty Sophies (what a corny yell that f... trainer did)! Anyhoo, good luck to our batch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my fingers has callous all over due to my guitar lessons. Well, I mean even if it is a self-study, I think I am over due about it. I am frigidly learning how to strum Dulo ng Dila by Pupil. Anyway, I will learn how to strum it anywhere in November. Yeah, and vow to smash my head in my guitar. Hmm, I want to have these for Christmas, plus the time machine I barely need (yeah, right. Who can give me a time machine?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An album from Hale, Sponge Cola and Chicosci.&lt;br /&gt;New cellphone with accessories.&lt;br /&gt;A digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Baguio for the seventh time.&lt;br /&gt;See Pupil and Sponge Cola again in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, a wish list for me to satisfy my whole year. Oh yeah, need to go. My eyes are already tilting back due to looking at the monitor. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116306727085938060?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116306727085938060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116306727085938060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116306727085938060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116306727085938060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-doomed.html' title='I&apos;m doomed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116272987731937039</id><published>2006-11-05T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a fudge, it's only vanilla baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must have you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it is &lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt; today and I am running out of time doing my report about the monggo seeds. And I am breathing hard, looking for the taste of something beautiful (must have?). Yay, we still have to practice for our presentation in our subject in Music. My group and I will imitate the moves from &lt;em&gt;High School Musical&lt;/em&gt; because none of my group mates does dancing so we are doomed already. I hope they will all cooperate with me or else I will die with this. I am also looking forward that I will win from the essay writing I joined last, last week. Yess, in my dreams and hope to sleep. The music of the song Must Have by Pupil and Barbie Almalbis is still glued in my brain. I could not stop humming the catchy tunes of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Christmas-new year-birthday gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; TIME MACHINE &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, past is past but I am feeling &lt;strong&gt;frigid&lt;/strong&gt; to what happen for the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I invade the mall again yesterday. Have to buy all sorts of things to magazines, to dress, to school supplies. I bought Fudge Magazine and it is the last copy Filbars have so without hesitation, I bought it. It contains also the album that I must have, Rockoustic Mania. Yeah, baby! I was laughing at the interview Fudge made from Pupil. Yeah, it was cool. It also has a poster. Worth the price, I might say. I also purchased Candy, Seventeen and Chalk Magazine. Then, we head straight to the groceries. We like, spent 7,000 bucks just for the groceries. We bought many things like, detergents, food supplies and the likes. I was like, walking back and forth searching what my mom told me. I was freaking dizzy and my feet are already aching due to the walking marathon. After that, we ate dinner in some restaurants there. I also purchased two blouse and some trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;em&gt;Pupil&lt;/em&gt; is in Candy Magazine doing a Candy challenge. Buy Candy Magazine because the issue is jam-packed! Tomorrow, I again am going to wake up 5:30 am just to take a bath and head straight to school. Classes will start again tomorrow so I will sleep early. Oh, yes. The tons of surprises. Can somebody tell me what are the latest gigs of Pupil this November? I am dying to see them again. It is raining here in Philippines again and it is cold again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must ago! I am just going to finish my report. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116272987731937039?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116272987731937039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116272987731937039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116272987731937039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116272987731937039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/without-fudge-its-only-vanilla-baby.html' title='Without a fudge, it&apos;s only vanilla baby!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116247219602192985</id><published>2006-11-02T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; days to go and there will be classes again, I said after writing some doodles around my green notebook. I was reminiscing some memories about my childhood life that was a bit stupid. Supposedly, I have to write a report about the monggo seeds that is needed for our Monday class next week. I have not a single report about the seed due to my lazy mode. I was pampering myself too much for the past few days kasi that I forgot how to earn money again. I have to earn money next week for the upcoming gig of &lt;strong&gt;Hale&lt;/strong&gt; here. Yep, another pain in the butt. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congats to &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; who is now back to blogging bizz. Better, check her site because her layout is so cool. To &lt;strong&gt;Pau&lt;/strong&gt;, who changed her URL. I do not know why she changed it because her site is okay naman. To all bloggers out there, just a big &lt;em&gt;HI&lt;/em&gt; to all of you. Kailangan ko ng magbayad ng visit sa inyo. Lolz. Hmm, what else do I want to tell you guys? I am just wondering about it. Yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;Yan Yuzon&lt;/strong&gt; and his brother &lt;strong&gt;Yael Yuzon&lt;/strong&gt; were in Game KNB? However, unfortunately, they did not win. &lt;strong&gt;Yan&lt;/strong&gt; was just goofing there (&lt;em&gt;like his dress but I like more his smile.&lt;/em&gt; Cloooouuuuddd 9!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go the mall, buy some shirts and some pair of jeans, shoes and some things that I can use this month. Hell, I want to have a new pair of Chuck Taylor today and a bar of dark chocolate. I want to go the mall, oh please. And I am dying to eat at Pizza Hut and order my favorite comfort food, chicken and spaghetti and a sumo size red iced tea from Tokyo Tokyo. Talk about luxuries and some pamper me forever things. I want to eat something. Like toasted bread with peanut butter. (Actually, I was eating tons of food earlier but my stomach wants more fuel.). This entry if going nowhere. Anyway, new layout. &lt;em&gt;Wala na talaga akong magawa these days&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will hang up for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-116247219602192985?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116247219602192985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116247219602192985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116247219602192985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116247219602192985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116221367439295309</id><published>2006-10-30T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Credits may soon roll away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to the songs of &lt;strong&gt;Sponge Cola&lt;/strong&gt;! Yeah, I like the songs Movie, Pasubali, Tuliro and Gunita. Oh, yeah! However, really, I have not by yet their album but I am going to buy it on Saturday. I am just happy about their songs because of Tuliro. It is one of the happy songs I have ever heard all my life. Okay, I love all their songs (yeah and yeah again.). I might review their album after I bought their album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you see, new layout again. I am actually making one again out of boredom. Also, I am going to change the layout of my multiply and I will be making an account in my space and live journal. Hell, I am addicted surfing the net. &lt;s&gt;Do you have any layouts to request? I am still open for request layouts&lt;/s&gt;. Haha, just kidding folks. Okay, so we still have to practice our won high school musical on November 13 for a presentation n our Music Subject. Because they picked me to be the leader, so what I can say? So, what will I do to make them all dance for this certain presentation? Oh my god, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who wanted to be linked by me, you can always email me or Y!M me at kimiko_cutie, okay? I will be busy for this month, I know. Happy Halloween to all of you, guys! &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; is so near again and I am busy thinking of what I want this Christmas. Yes, something that I could use everyday (electric guitar? Digital camera? Shirts?). Nevertheless, I so want digital camera this year (give me one!). Also, my own domain. I am actually applying to become a hostee. Yes, I want to be one of them! Of course, I am still busy with my guitar lessons. Anyway, that is a busy person has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, hafta go!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="5"&gt;Cath&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116221367439295309?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116221367439295309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116221367439295309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116221367439295309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116221367439295309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/credits-may-soon-roll-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116176920211377143</id><published>2006-10-25T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I lie here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture this&lt;/strong&gt;: You are in a hospital because you are dizzy then a doctor told you that you are sick. Days pass, you fell in love with the doctor and consider him as one in a million. You and he are friends. One day, you want to stroll down the island because you seem to hate the ambience of the hospital. He nodded and he smiled at you. You told him that he was like the lighthouse; sad and lonely but has a warm heart. Then, he ran away because he is sad. You walk towards him and you apologize to him. He suddenly asked you if you like him and you said yes and then suddenly he kissed you. However, he is forbidden to love you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; despite that I did not win the General Information Quiz bee earlier. I was happy because I watched this very romantic show – &lt;em&gt;Stairways of clouds&lt;/em&gt;! Yay, the story was a bit confusing but heck, I was so kilig! I am totally obsessed to Korean shows (hell, yeah!)! Please, watch Stairways of clouds everyday weekdays, at 9pm at KBS World (do you have channels?). I am going to watch it everyday and it is one of my favorite shows today! Yeah, watch also &lt;strong&gt;Sponge Cola&lt;/strong&gt; at MYX tonight at 9pm also (grunt, can I watch both shows at the same time?). Kiligation and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, new layout at my Friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I am going to start writing. Like, being an &lt;em&gt;essayist&lt;/em&gt;? Not really, but an author (I am really an author because I wrote one book and it was published last February). I was writing one playwright but because I have not time, I did not make the cute – I was not able to finish it so now I am cramming because I do not know what to do anymore. Damn it, but I am still &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;! I am so happy even if I always cry every night! I am like super energetic and full of vigor in my whole body! Waaahhh, are you happy as me? Also, but &lt;strong&gt;Pinoy Mag&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;em&gt;Ely Buendia&lt;/em&gt; is featured there! Some facts and bits about him and Eon is also there! Waaahhh, Ely Buendia you are God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now. Might as well answer some surveys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116176920211377143?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116176920211377143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116176920211377143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116176920211377143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116176920211377143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing cars'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116152426479318721</id><published>2006-10-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huwag mo ng itanong</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Splendid places over the top of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, typing again after typing numerous word documents for my rude brother who is just stupefying around. Typing jobs every night without rewards makes me say to myself that I am so stupid. &lt;s&gt;Bah, and because we are through typing it is now time to relax and just type away my mind says&lt;/s&gt;. Heck, I am so depressed these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an abused word to be said (or type?). I am depressed about my family, about my friends, about myself. Everything seems to be tiring and my environment seems to give me memories that do not mean anything to me. What am I talking about is that, every moment is a treasured moment right? However, why am I receiving mixed signals? I know, you do not get me at all but one thing I want to tell you people is that I am depressed about many things. I do not know what to say anymore. &lt;em&gt;This entry is a crap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we do not have any classes so my sister and I will shop and scour some pair of shorts and dresses. I will not buy anything, I am just going to accompany her na lang. my headaches again and I am wasted. Okay, okay this entry is going nowhere and it is a crap so let me take you to another topic or at least one sentence that will make you feel reading it. &lt;strong&gt;New layout&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way. Made it earlier out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, might as well say adieu now.&lt;em&gt; I am depressed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="5"&gt;Cath&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116152426479318721?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116152426479318721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116152426479318721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116152426479318721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116152426479318721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/huwag-mo-ng-itanong.html' title='Huwag mo ng itanong'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116125491003038182</id><published>2006-10-19T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna die... :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine there is no heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to die today&lt;/strong&gt;. Nothing will change if I will kill myself. All these problems are suffocating me already. Nasasakal na ako. This world needs to change as well as myself have to change. I could not imagine myself being happy all these time. I want to change. Even if it is only little change. I want to die. I really want to. Can somebody help me? &lt;em&gt;Am I too dumb for this situation or am I just too lazy to handle it&lt;/em&gt;? Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, I am&lt;strong&gt; pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; I know it. I have to admit that not everyone is perfect. Every tear are turning into time. The person inside you is screaming. How it screams so loud but you refuse to hear it. God damn it, why does it have to happen to me? Why me when there is someone else out there. Waaahhh. I am suffocated. Wala na akong masabi. The person above there, can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I survive at our Math exams&lt;/em&gt;! XD I am happy about it although still disappointed. 50/100 lang ako because I did not review at all. Thank god, I made it to the middle score but I need to strive hard this third grading. Good luck to me anyway. Got myself brand new socks because someone has been stealing my socks in my closet (dooooohhhhh? Pati socks?!). We will have a practical exam in my Biology Class about how to use a microscope then some drawing activities in T.L.E class. Goodness, I am having a hectic schedule this week. I also know how to use the Quadratic Formula now (I practice myself like 2 hours!). Good luck talaga to me this grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa will be back in Singapore tomorrow and I am not happy. He is been there on and off three times already this year. Gosh, I am confused about it. Even if I am mad about my papa, I still understand him because he is doing this naman for use, his family. I am still mad about it but this is the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big &lt;strong&gt;HI&lt;/strong&gt; to all of the bloggers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116125491003038182?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116125491003038182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116125491003038182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116125491003038182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116125491003038182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanna-die.html' title='I wanna die... :|'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-116090502843418144</id><published>2006-10-15T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:17.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a smile,again. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can never be too happy in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, at last an update. Yep, I have been out for like, 2 weeks I guess. Why? Because I am busy with a lot of things. Like? School. Family. Friends. Stupid problems. I dunno. Now that I am back to blogging, I want to tell you stories about what happened this past few days. I have been struggling all the time recalling what did we studied in my Algebra last year. We are like, studying again all the topics last year. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School.&lt;/strong&gt; After a week of studying for my periodical examinations, I survive! Yey, I am happy with it. My test papers were all okay, except to Math and English. Since my subject teachers have not given them away, I do not know what my score is. Heck, I pray on my knees that I will pass them both because if not, I am going to die. Lol. Uh, computer also. My teacher there too has not given them away. Am I going to pass? God only knows. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;. We are okay, though all of use are little problematic. Why? I dunno. My &lt;em&gt;cousin&lt;/em&gt; will celebrate his birthday on October 25, so advance happy birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends and others.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ellaine&lt;/em&gt; will be celebrating her birthday on October 20 and I will give her a Sponge Cola album (Transit). &lt;em&gt;Macey&lt;/em&gt;, belated happy birthday. I forgot to greet you because our computer is on a dorky situation (duh?). &lt;em&gt;And to all of my friends, I big HI to all of you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout, netizens. My Dianetic layout is too dull and with this layout, I want my blog to look clean. I made it out of boredom last Friday. Yeah, last Friday I was suppose to attend a gig from Pupil but my mom refuse. Sheesh. Therefore, I end up strumming my guitar and make this layout that night. Hay nako, if I just my own drivers license so I could drive and attend the gig. Lol. Hmm, ano pa ba masasabi ko? Anyway, I know you are wondering why I am not updating much. Because our CPU is on Manila that time. Grunt.  It is okay naman, because the thesis of my brother is already finished. Wiiipppeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go. I will update soon as I can update. Hahahaha. Mwah :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-116090502843418144?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116090502843418144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=116090502843418144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116090502843418144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/116090502843418144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-smileagain.html' title='With a smile,again. :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115951437711611202</id><published>2006-09-29T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Systems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This ship is taking me far away, far away from my memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat that! One of my favorite songs today includes Starlight by Muse. Hehe, and I also love Child by Nidji. Have you ever heard of the song Idlip by Imago and When you were young by The Killers? Oh god, they rock my world! I hope that I could by all their albums. Haha! I am addicted to foreign songs nowadays but Filipino songs rock my world even more (how exaggerated I am.). By the way, watch Sponge Cola on October 25 on MYX Live. I am going to buy their album maybe on Saturday, not tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will buy an acoustic guitar. Yippee, the bloody red ones. Mom told me that it is okay if I buy a new guitar. The only problem is, I want to buy an amplifier (in my dreeeaaammmsss!)! Hahahahah! As if naman na bibili ako ng ermat ko. Hahahahahah! LOL! Anyway, I am going to buy no matter what. Maybe, I am just going to ear and raise money by selling bracelets to my classmates. Yeah, I have my business right in front of our classroom. Lol, not at all but it is a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no classes yesterday and we have classes today but I did not attend. Why? It is still raining outside. And, I am tired. Not tired that I want to die and dish out but because my brain is tired also. Dwell somewhere in between. A million to light. A million is right. My sister and I have been into fights nowadays. I do not know why, but we are all cleared up. What can I say now? I have nothing to say anyway. I just want to say a big HI! to my fellow bloggers. Special mention to Anna and Ellaine. Oh, meron special mentions! Hahahaha. I am really into fun moments, eh? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115951437711611202?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115951437711611202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115951437711611202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115951437711611202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115951437711611202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/dream-systems.html' title='Dream Systems'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115926550198009952</id><published>2006-09-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love na naman.</title><content type='html'>Listening to Give Me Love by Edward Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, a time for an update. Repeatedly do I have to say that now, I am updating. Honestly, our CPU and keyboard was in Manila these past few days (days=weeks?) and it has to be use for a thesis work, whatever you call it. But then again, I am using a new mouse and a keyboard that is for Windows 1998. Yeah, and it is taking me long to type this entry because the buttons are too hard to press and I was in my slow moving hands today. Anyway, now that I am back with this entry, can you spell UPDATE? Of course, you do and some bloggers are calling me idiot because of what I am doing (or typing). Hahahaha! I want a good laugh from you people. Yeah, whatever Catherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be our periodical examinations. How days passes by so fast that last three weeks was just our monthly examinations. Grunt, school is sucking all the energy in my body. I have to pass a tie-dye shirt next month for our APEH project and the poem I was telling you people about in my last update. And next October is one heck month for me. Why? Because it is the killer month for me. Mind me, that month is also the month of the rosary in our school (yours, too?). And it is the birthday of my close friend too, Ellaine. Haha, at last you will be turning 13 too. Haha, tatanda ka na rin! I am happy too but also a bit disappointed. Do not ask why, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I forgot to share? Nothing at all. I am still the same anyway but a bit complicated, I could say. Almost got myself hanging of the front door, calling out his name and wave my hands just so say hello. What am I saying anyway? Got myself good grades about mathematics and almost killed myself about our computer subject. Yikes, I am going to dumb at out computer subject and I am messing with English, too. Go, go! I can do this! My fingers have callous all over because of my guitar thingy. Reuben will be teaching m how to read the sharp and the flat ones. And yeah, our music teacher will let us sing and will teach us how to use different types of instruments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this. I have to visit your blogs, too. Friends, bloggers and non-countryman, lend me you ears. Hafta go! Thanks to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the special mention! Wuv you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115926550198009952?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115926550198009952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115926550198009952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115926550198009952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115926550198009952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-love-na-naman.html' title='In love na naman.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115831516284402876</id><published>2006-09-15T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a smile :)</title><content type='html'>Look oh, an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering a week in the school, making to the rush lectures and ready to go projects and non-stop learning, I have finally an update to my diary. Yeah, and I was busy doing many things in the school. Plus, I have a growing band. Yes, we started again our band, which is particularly what I have always wanted. We have not finalized a name for our band and we are only starting again. Oh gahd, I am feeling a bit dizzy and my head is aching since Monday started. And oh, I volunteer &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt; to make our bulletin board. ;) did you know, we have a new music teacher and he is speaking dollar (our term for people who speak English intellectually.)? Haha, it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new entry and a new layout. Nothing to fuss around, I think. I arrange the links and add some. I am loving the song Dianetic, that is why I make a very simply layout with the help of my trusty Adobe Photoshop. Also, me and my friends (TakipSilim) are starting a campaign. It is called &lt;em&gt;TakipSilim Campaign&lt;/em&gt; for hopeless teenagers. I have established a website for it but still under construction. It is all about helping other teenagers in their life. When life gets to suck up your energy once more. You can never be too happy in this life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I missed writing in my real diary. My notebook diary is all finished up and I always forgot to buy a notebook to start again. I still have one project and it is Math. Curse that stupid subject. I really hate that subject but I know, if I persevere in it, I will get high grades. Hehe! I will not get to attend our groups dance practice because on Saturday, my family and I will hit the road and we will go to some places (like exploring and adventuring?). I am just going to text Abhie about that :(. However, I will still practice on Monday so I could know the steps needed in the dance thingy. Hope I can make it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go fellow bloggers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;: Belated happy birthday to Anna a.k.a Miss So Stellar and to my sis Dianne, happy birthday!  Mwahugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115831516284402876?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115831516284402876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115831516284402876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115831516284402876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115831516284402876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/with-smile_15.html' title='With a smile :)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115761108357400641</id><published>2006-09-06T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updaaate!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, an update. Our computer is &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; alive – again! It is been a while since I update and I am way too busy updating. Look at my site, plain and dumb. Hmm, this site will experience renovation. I will fix this site and I need a good layout here. Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Kim&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Vharby&lt;/strong&gt; for the lovely comments. This layout is not that pretty but hey, thanks anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going tough. Last Friday was our Card Giving Day and I almost scream when I saw my grades – 3 A and the rest is B. Oh, one C from the greatest Mathematics. &lt;em&gt;Yuck, if I know that I will be having C in the card, I would have strived hard answering the never-ending x and y in this mathematical situation&lt;/em&gt;. That was the sick part in highschool life, although I am having fun. Hehe! I resist not surfing the net for a week and look, I am finally back! Sheesh, I thought my files and folders here were gone. And when I open our computer, it is there. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; (who will be celebrating her 17th birthday on Sunday!) happy birthday! And to my dearest sis Diane who will celebrate her 18th birthday on the 16th f September, happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, 40,000 ang bookings for &lt;a href="http://pupilopolis.com"&gt;Pupil&lt;/a&gt;. How can I book them at that price on December? By the way, I am planning to get them for our Christmas part on December that is why now, I am thinking if I will really going to book them. Will I? I am still thinking. Oh, help me think and forget some of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay need to go. I still have to review for tomorrow’s second day of exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115761108357400641?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115761108357400641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115761108357400641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115761108357400641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115761108357400641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/updaaate.html' title='Updaaate!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115683416289943696</id><published>2006-08-28T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were not alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at my first ever layout (made and coded by me!)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so ecstatic when I made this layout. I actually made it from scratch and it turns simple yet cute. Haha, it is just cute. I love it so much. Comment me about it so I could learn more about making layout. I was making a Sponge Cola layout earlier. I was coding it and I was making the header for it. *coughs* I am also planning to continue my free blogger layout site again. But how, I am super busy with schooling. Plus, I may not continue it because of lack of time searching for images and stuff. &lt;s&gt;But for now, I will accept layout request (only simple and a-okay layouts, puh-leez! I am only a beginner!).&lt;/s&gt; I am soooooooo happy talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;strong&gt;Bitiw &lt;/strong&gt;video twice today. I really like the part where Yael is like praying. What a tape recorder. I want to see &lt;strong&gt;Dulo ng Dila&lt;/strong&gt; video. I just miss the vintage-y look of the video. More on their faces kasi, that is why I like it. Wee, September 11 is so near. I will buy the latest album of &lt;strong&gt;Sponge Cola&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Transit&lt;/em&gt;! Wahoo! Did you know, I have not yet finished my second playwright book? Oh yeah, because of my busy-ness at school that is. Hell yes, I will continue it this September and I will be thinking again about the free blogger layies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go. Need to do something. to code a layout and to upload picture as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115683416289943696?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115683416289943696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115683416289943696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115683416289943696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115683416289943696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-were-not-alone.html' title='You were not alone'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115674749856016850</id><published>2006-08-27T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can you linger something that is already gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I finally heard (and saw!) the video of the newest song of &lt;strong&gt;Sponge Cola&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bitiw&lt;/em&gt;! Yippee! I found it very good specially the part where Yael is like praying and he was über cute. Haha, Chris is cute, too! Then there was a part where they like skateboarding in the trains. I love the video and I love the color used to it. Hehe! I miss Sponge Cola so much. I will be attending their gigs this year, I promise to myself! Dulo ng dila was in Myxilog, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish my English project earlier. I use colored neon papers and a blue ribbon to finish it off. It is about comics. It is a bout getting the right course for you. The title was Teenage Drama. Hahahahahaha. Kung anu-ano na lang ang sinulat ko sa balloon. I do not have an idea what it is all about. Anyway, I love it because it is my work. Haha, I do not really like it. Honestly, it looks very dull and the drawing is too dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the birthday of my cousin, so I do not have choice so I went there. Ang daming batang hind imbitado. It was fun though because all of my cousins were there and we are all screaming. Why? No reasons at all. We just miss each other’s company that is. We eat and just talk about our school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay need to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115674749856016850?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115674749856016850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115674749856016850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115674749856016850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115674749856016850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115650115173069004</id><published>2006-08-25T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamu-gamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do go down with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General practice of our buwan ng wika. Yeah, it was ecstatic and very tiring though I am not even a participant. Haha, I wanted to be a volunteer for the poppers but hell no, I will be sitting beside my crush the whole day. Hmm, but I want to be a part of the poppers and the cleaning aid persons. Gosh, I thought my friends would not volunteer themselves so I did not stand. Arf, wrong move! They participated and I was left out. However, it is okay for me. Besides, I will be cheering naman for our batch. All hail to sophomore students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, my dad will be coming home to Singapore. Alis-balik siya doon sa Singapore. In addition, three days of no classes so I am able to make my project at English. It is all about teenager but I still do not idea what kind of comics I will make. Can you give me an idea? I need some ideas from you, but I do not think it will help because all of us are busy with our studies. Whatever my mind makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! On September 1 will be the release of our report cards! Patay, I know I will have C (or worse, D or F! &gt;:-0) in Mathematics and Elective! Waaahhh, what will I do?! Oh god, but this time in second grading, I will do my best to make everything in A or in B grades. I just need trust in myself, a whole pack of prayers, self-confidence and my perseverance to make everything A-okay. Maybe, after this I am going to be hiatus something like that. I am not sure about it so let me think first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go! Have classes tomorrow and our buwan ng wika!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115650115173069004?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115650115173069004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115650115173069004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115650115173069004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115650115173069004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/gamu-gamo.html' title='Gamu-gamo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115641706378780922</id><published>2006-08-24T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dyahe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulay, yesterday was the most horrible yet unforgettable day of my entire life! I am now known to our batch as the &lt;strong&gt;Ramp Model&lt;/strong&gt; of II-Justice! Kakahiya! I was like, &lt;em&gt;Oh my God! I am going to ramp into the covered court wearing a cluttered yellow jogging pants and our designed pink top!&lt;/em&gt; It was so dyahe because all the students, my classmates and my crush are looking at me, drop jaw! Haha, I was laughing at myself because I was walking to our famous covered court, chin up and chest out. Wahaha, beat that! However, my batch likes my dress and me, of course (HAHAHA!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I &lt;u&gt;danced&lt;/u&gt; with my so-called panget classmate. Arf, I screw myself while doing the dance cut so I have to do it twice, something like that. I was like, dummier that any other people. Nevertheless, hey, I think I &lt;em&gt;passed&lt;/em&gt; our performance test, which is kinda uplifting my soul. Haha, what am I saying anyway? I am out myself and I am looking for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing Science notebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Can someone please give it back?! I really need it back because ang daming lectures doon and mga activities! Huhuhu! I just want to break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; People, just comment me at my comments area. Just click the comment at the end of the entry and voila! Hey, leave your contact details so I could know where I can find the hell are you. Just kidding folks. I miss my tag-board but now, I am not going to put any tag-board for now. Please bear with me. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-115641706378780922?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115641706378780922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115641706378780922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115641706378780922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115641706378780922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115641705573704949</id><published>2006-08-24T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dyahe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulay, yesterday was the most horrible yet unforgettable day of my entire life! I am now known to our batch as the &lt;strong&gt;Ramp Model&lt;/strong&gt; of II-Justice! Kakahiya! I was like, &lt;em&gt;Oh my God! I am going to ramp into the covered court wearing a cluttered yellow jogging pants and our designed pink top!&lt;/em&gt; It was so dyahe because all the students, my classmates and my crush are looking at me, drop jaw! Haha, I was laughing at myself because I was walking to our famous covered court, chin up and chest out. Wahaha, beat that! However, my batch likes my dress and me, of course (HAHAHA!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I &lt;u&gt;danced&lt;/u&gt; with my so-called panget classmate. Arf, I screw myself while doing the dance cut so I have to do it twice, something like that. I was like, dummier that any other people. Nevertheless, hey, I think I &lt;em&gt;passed&lt;/em&gt; our performance test, which is kinda uplifting my soul. Haha, what am I saying anyway? I am out myself and I am looking for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing Science notebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Can someone please give it back?! I really need it back because ang daming lectures doon and mga activities! Huhuhu! I just want to break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; People, just comment me at my comments area. Just click the comment at the end of the entry and voila! Hey, leave your contact details so I could know where I can find the hell are you. Just kidding folks. I miss my tag-board but now, I am not going to put any tag-board for now. Please bear with me. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&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/32823101-115641705573704949?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115641705573704949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115641705573704949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115641705573704949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115641705573704949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/dyahe-gulay-yesterday-was-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115615933040702965</id><published>2006-08-21T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:15.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your feet in the ground..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MTV Pilipinas 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, I watched the whole awards show! I have waited for so long so I could finally see INXS present the winner for the best rock video. &lt;strong&gt;Pupil&lt;/strong&gt; won the awards (Ms.Day Cabuhat even thank me because of supporting Pupil!)! Haha! Ayun, I was happy about what she texted me. Anyway, the MTV Pilipinas totally rock! Haha, but I hate the part where Up Dharma Down performed. The vocalist just keep on eating the words she was saying and she keeps on shouting the song. Yeah, shouting the sound. However, I like that band. Urbandub! Gulay, I love their song. All hail to Urbandub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at Yannys speech. He was reaching for the microphone Jayvee used. He said: Ang taas nung mike! Hahahahahah! Lol. Ely even said that Jayvee finally hugged him. A friendly hug though because they won the awards that is. I forgot, Yael looks so fresh with his black shrunken polo and crazy hairstyle. I like thought because it looks that he is in to new groove. Pupil to Sponge Cola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance happy birthday to &lt;a href="http://so-stellar.org"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, who is turning 17-ish this September 10. Uy, 17 na siya. To all the birthday celebrants of August and September, a big flash of sweet smile and a big greetings of Happy Birthday! Oh yan, countless people are celebrating their birthdays this year. Hmm, it is your birthday today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Need to go. Tomorrow we will have our free internet at our school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115615933040702965?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115615933040702965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115615933040702965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115615933040702965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115615933040702965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-your-feet-in-ground.html' title='Keep your feet in the ground..'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115606025660586350</id><published>2006-08-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:15.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalendaryo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let your cellphone shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there! Finally, an update! I have been out since my last log in here in my page. Sorry for the late update because my tummy hurts now. I do not know why, but hey, I will now update. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to Sandwich’s nationwide album tour by &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha, it was though that I am only the one who watches the gig. Why? Because my cousin cannot make it for my mom did not allow her to accompany me. Grunt, however, I made it to the gig. Fun, fun and fun! Raimund Marasigan with his daughter (she is definitely a cutie!) and his wife, Myrene Academia. The crowd goes wild when Raimund walks by the hall. He is very kind and a gentleman. After that, they finally perform. Mike Dizon did not make it because he is still in Davao. Shocks, mi hindi ko nakita dating drummer ng Teeth. Raimund makes the crowd wild and Mong even dances! Nyahaha, Mong is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it is the time to sign the posters and the albums. I was nervous because I am alone with no one to look. Thanks to the girl beside me who talks to me so, I do not look out of place. Woohoo! It was Mong in the first seat so I eagerly put the posters in the table and I told him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mong&lt;/strong&gt;: (while signing an autograph to this dude, who keeps on blocking my way towards Mong) Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Uy, pa-picture naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mong&lt;/strong&gt;: (while signing an autograph in my poster) Picture? Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (after the picture and while smiling nervously) Uy, pwede pa-kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mong&lt;/strong&gt;: (smiling) Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaahhh, I kissed him in his cheeks! Yes, he is super bait! After that, I walk towards to Raimund who is talking to Myrene. Nyak, wrong move! He is too magulo that is why our picture is kinda blur. However, it was okay! After the event, I hurriedly went to the bookstore to buy my sister’s mechanical pencil and I went to Tokyo Tokyo to buy a sumo size red iced tea. Yummy, it is super delicious! Hehe, I love Yanny’s favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, need to go people. I will just blog-hop a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115606025660586350?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115606025660586350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115606025660586350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115606025660586350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115606025660586350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/kalendaryo.html' title='Kalendaryo'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32823101.post-115572498242838609</id><published>2006-08-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:59:15.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of my tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever wonder that you could speak without your tongue? Alternatively, even lose your tongue so you could speak? These questions have been occupying my mind since last night because of the song of &lt;a href="http://pupilopolis.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pupil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who releases their new video &lt;strong&gt;Dulo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ng Dila&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw the video last night and damn, the video is &lt;strong&gt;very beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;very simple&lt;/strong&gt;. The scene was more on their faces (Ely, Yan, Bogs and Doks). Kudos to &lt;em&gt;Doks&lt;/em&gt;, who really makes the video unique and very re-presentable. Haha, I love the part where Yan and Bogs were like playing crazy. There were crawling and walking of the floor. Ha! I love it. So, &lt;em&gt;congratulations&lt;/em&gt; Pupil for having a good new video. Kawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nawiwindang ako&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe because this is a &lt;strong&gt;new blog&lt;/strong&gt; for me. I move for some reasons. I really do not know why but I cannot help but think, Hey this is my life and I am going to rule it! Something likes that. Sheesh, my day is really a happy day! Yeah, and I really love hanging out in school this week. First, it was Daryl. I really do not have an idea why he draws a big heart on his chest and he shows it to me, while smiling. Then, came Patrick who parks his head onto my shoulders. It was breathless and I could almost think this is heaven. Happiness! I am very happy so let me smile and laugh all day! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this is it. Please bear with me about this new blog. In addition, please bear with me if I lost some links, which is turning my sidebar a bit distracted. And now, I will introduce myself again – I am Catherine (I prefer you will call me Cath rather than Catherine, okay?). Hmm, this is a new dimension for me so link exchange is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go. Got something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32823101-115572498242838609?l=murdered-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115572498242838609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32823101&amp;postID=115572498242838609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115572498242838609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32823101/posts/default/115572498242838609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murdered-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-my-tongue.html' title='The end of my tongue'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
