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  <title>hugs and kisses</title>
  <subtitle>it's just just x's and o's, what's so complicated?</subtitle>
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    <title>Sleep Well Darling</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T07:01:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T07:01:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'm waiting for Kyle XY to load, so whee. So yeah, I think I've mentioned that I've been watching Kyle XY this break and I love Matt Dallas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/katythinkingofyou_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this other picture from sexy beast's tumblr. I love it. I love the song, I love the video, I love Matt Dallas (Okay, that was just recently.) It made me so happy, so repost! And you see, I'm slowly starting to learn that I love old-fashioned stuff. It was first pointed out by my hairdresser, because she said the hairstyles I prefer (for my 4th year prom and Grad Ball) were both old school. And yup, I guess she was right. I just love the Old Hollywood look and all that. I like pin ups too. So Cool. My dream birthday party actually is the 50s theme, like in Gossip Girl. [ I think it was mentioned that was 80s, but I think it looked like the 50s, but whatever, that theme, whatever era that was.] So yeah, just sharing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream you disappear&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;Without a trace&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>question mark</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T13:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T13:51:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been trying to blog since the start of sembreak. As you can see, I only blog er, monthly? (If I'm lucky. :)) ) Anyways, I'm making this list of Things to do before I turn 18. So far, I can only think of some. Hopefully, I can make a real list by December. Um, travelling through MRT-LRT (with the whole changing trains thingy included) is part of it, eating shrimp/seafood again, riding a bike again, playing Flight of the Bumblebee again. So yeah. :) So yeah, if I come up with the new stuff, I'll make sure to add it in my posts so that when I look back on my posts, I won't miss anything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random stuff on my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Kyle XY. I can't believe I didn't watch it before. I got the chance to watch it in Star World some time last last week and I've been watching everyday since. I love Matt Dallas. I know he's cute and all, especially in the Katy Perry video, but he's in a whole different level of cute in Kyle XY! :)) Seriously. Since he plays some superdude with &amp;quot;amnesia&amp;quot;, he always has this puzzled look on his face and that's what I love. It's incredible. His confused face is awesome! Anyways, yeah. I'm in Season 2 now, I hope I don't get disappointed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried reading Pride and Prejudice before the end of sembreak. I got to finish Book 1. I love it. I saved a few quotes in my laptop, which I reformatted. :| I totally forgot about those quotes I saved there, so gone. Ohwell, it's fine, I'll try to borrow it again so I can finish Book 2. I wanna read Classics, you see. There was this survey/quiz thing in Facebook where you check the books you've read and the average person supposedly reads less than 18? or some small number. Well, for the record, I passed that number but when I compared my number with the people commenting on the quiz, it's so small. :| It made me realize I'm missing a lot on classics. So yeah. Plus I realized it's my first time to be in a school with a huge library. I get overwhelmed in Rizal actually. I still have to remind myself that I can actually find books I'd actually want to read for fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I was browsing through TIME today. Then I saw this really cool picture. Cool but not really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/e34402ae-0df3-4721-8eb1-f0a9f01ab23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is in Maldives. They held a cabinet meeting underwater. I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;(emphasize think because I didn't read the text)&amp;nbsp;they were trying to make a statement about climate change. So apparently, their country will sink if predictions are true about climate change. Anyways, yeah. I think this is a pretty cool statement. Interesting and hopefully effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I've been trying to decide if I should make a tumblr or not. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;browsing through tumblrs of different people, so I'm thinking if I should make one. Well I decided not to because well after this break I'd prolly leave it like my other sites. You see, I'm desperately trying to keep this blog somewhat alive. :)) At least I have something to look back to and stuff. Plus, I thought I can post pictures here anyways too. I've been doing that last summer. So yeah. But I love the fact that more and more people are creating tumblrs, now I have more tumblrs too look at. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I got to watch Sex and the City, and 500 Days of Summer, I think within the same weekend. So first of all, Sex and the City. I've never watched an episode before, but I loved the movie. So yeah, there was this scene where Carrie typed:&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. I was planning to start my post with that. (That plan was around the same weekend when I thought I'd blog about it. :)) ) Anyways, Jennifer Hudson said she moved to NY to fall in love. Etc. Etc. Love was all over the movie. Just the way I want it. :)) Anyways, even if 500 days of Summer is supposedly about a break up, it's still about love and stuff. I loooove the movie. :) It went beyond my expectations. Anyways, I love the dancing part and all that when the guy was all in love and stuff. I wish I'd feel that way soon. I hope I will. Soon. So I was planning to talk a lot about the movie, especially with the whole confusion about, does destiny exist or not, stuff like that. I didn't exactly get that part in the movie. Well, E said that the narrator said that destiny didn't exist, stuff are just coincidences, but the dude still believed in it. So I'm with the dude. Yeah. :) DESTINY EXISTS. I'm just saying, there are so many things you can think about that, when you didn't do this then this probably won't happen and stuff like that. Well, it's true. If people just look more closely at their lives, then more people will believe. Yeah. It was also mentioned in the movie that if people didn't believe in destiny, life would be much easier. Well duh. A lot of things can be easier if you want it to be, but people don't do that because well it's not fun. It's not the point. Plus, almost all great love stories have super huge conflicts and stuff. I seriously believe it's part of what makes it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, another thing. I got to watch the last minutes of The Sweetest Thing. I know I've watched it before, and I sorta remember the plot but I didn't really know that Cameron Diaz plays a character who's afraid of love, and afraid of taking risks. So yeah. :)) Then I remember again, how sucky I am at taking risks. I just have this feeling that I know how things will turn out if I did something, so why will I do it, if I'm 90% sure it will end badly. I'm not someone who's convinced by a 10% chance. Ohwell, it sucks but whatever. I shall include that in my list: Take Risks. :) So yeah, I've had this picture in my desktop for weeks. Now, I can finally post it. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/tumblr_krx8u9jg6N1qa2rwko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I posted it because I loved the last parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;That is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded...&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this other picture in tumblr, it's a quote, something like &amp;quot;I gave my heart to someone and he won't give it back.&amp;quot; When I read that, (I know this'll sound cheesy.) I understood. I realized I was dying for that someone to give me my heart back for an entire year. I felt that I gave so much and got nothing, and I felt sooo bad. I mean really bad. When he finally returned it, yes he did, it felt great, and it was of perfect timing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haay buhay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>HEYHEY.</title>
    <published>2009-10-06T13:54:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-06T13:54:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Here's to all her closet fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/hilary_duff_on_gossip_girl_set_in_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm coming out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to know. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:timmytactoe:74934</id>
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    <title>Gimme a Chance</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T12:27:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T12:27:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am going to post this in case I forget the feeling I had. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just checked the dates a while ago. Planners are good for you people, they help you remember things you might have thought aren't really important but maybe after a couple of months become super important. So the first date, I love that number. There's something about that number. The next date, it's my favorite number. So yeah, I smiled to myself when I saw those dates. Harhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there waiting on a table. I was alone. I'm rarely alone because I don't like it. I don't like being alone especially in public places, it makes me feel awfully sad. But I was alone, at least for a few minutes. I was staring at something(s)/someplace. I was thinking of something/someone that was sorta significant during that moment, but that was just hazy. I was like in my quiet place. Rare again. :) I'm a pretty loud person. Yeah. Then there he was, in my periphery vision. He was alone. I naturally look at people around. I usually look at each face when I pass by a crowded corridor. I'm not sure if that's weird, but I'm really like that. I'm just curious really. So duy, I looked at him. Okay. Innocent looking guy. Then something entered my brain, something that made me look again. So I did. Then again, okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot about that already. I'm not sure when he disappeared but he did. There were different people in my periphery already. :)) Okay, so the beautiful day went on and I was already in this place. I was very happy about something. Something very rare again. That's why I was seriously super happy. So I started looking for someone, I saw him and called him. My ears were probably blocked, or I was just too happy to notice I kinda shouted. After that two people stopped talking, then looked at me (the freak who shouted) then BAM! BAM doesn't even cover it. I saw his beautiful, seriously wonderful, light brown eyes. There was something about it. It was the sunlight, the angle, the everything. I seriously thought of Big Fish (one of my favorite movies) after that moment. It was mentioned there that when you find the one for you, time stops, literally. Well, I guess, time stopped. I think my jaw practically dropped. It was the first time I've seen his eyes like that, actually it's the only time until now. Maybe I was hallucinating because I was so happy. Whatever. I will never forget that face with those beautiful brown eyes. Amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, so basically that's what I want to remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are supposed to help you remember.&lt;br /&gt;So just in case I forget, whee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;In case you get to read this by some absurd twist of fate, please don't freak out. :)) I just found you really cute. Actually eyes lang. Before. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller; "&gt;timmy: anggandaaa ng mata niyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller; "&gt;timmy: as in light brown-ish mala-Edward Cullen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller; "&gt;timmy: tapos as in napa-stare lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller; "&gt;timmy: anyways aun. tapos crush ko na siya nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you open up your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;These are more than passing glances.&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a chance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ouch</title>
    <published>2009-09-01T12:46:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T12:46:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/iiqjfPz8aqbj78aggmQyxRXuo1_400.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Lost and Found</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T13:22:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-15T13:22:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;feel weird today. Considering it's my post-heck week weekend, I'm not that happy. Oh well, maybe I'm just relaxed and all that I&amp;nbsp;feel kinda slow and down. It's so funny remembering how many times I've used &amp;quot;I feel weird&amp;quot; in my posts. Gaah, I barely have time to post these days, so I just post pictures and stuff. I'd love to make my own tumblr since I&amp;nbsp;love viewing other people's tumblrs but I&amp;nbsp;don't think I&amp;nbsp;can leave my LJ. It's just so emo and dark and full of memories. :)) One of the reasons why I started blogging anyways is so that I&amp;nbsp;can remember stuff later on and what's weird is that I&amp;nbsp;only blog about sad things or stuff. Well, not really happy things. :)) I always forget to blog about happy things because I'm too busy being happy or I'm too busy uploading my happy pictures, or staring at them or something. Whatever. So today, I did nothing but watch Boys Over Flowers, stare at my Facebook home page. So I&amp;nbsp;guess that makes me happy. :D But maygaash Jun Pyo left already. I think I can watch the next episode again next week. Ohwell. Anyways, here goes my random bursts of emotions and thoughts. Don't tell me I&amp;nbsp;didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up today at 11 am. I&amp;nbsp;woke up earlier actually as usual but then fell asleep again then woke up again then slept again, a typical weekend morning. It felt so good not feeling the need to wake up because I have to study for something. It really feels good. :D Anyways, I had a dream. About him. Again. In this place. Again. I&amp;nbsp;don't remember the details exactly, and I don't even remember if it was a happy dream or a sad dream. I'm doubting that it's a happy dream. My dreams about him have always been rather... sad. Well, at least for me. Anyways, so ate breakfast, after an hour, ate lunch then started Boys Before Flowers marathon. I took a bath and I&amp;nbsp;painted my toe nails. It's just my third time painting them, you know. Woohoo. I'm getting bored with the color actually because I&amp;nbsp;only bought one plus the clear one. I&amp;nbsp;thought it was baby pink but apparently it's some sort of shiny platinum-ish pink. It almost looks silver. Anyways, I&amp;nbsp;still suck at it. It's like a toddler trying her best to color within the lines of the coloring book. I used to color really well. That's so sad. I was in my room the whole afternoon (which is very rare) watching Boys Before Flowers while painting my nails. It's one of those days when I&amp;nbsp;feel like I need to reflect on my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea gave me this orange clock with the date thing on top of it. You press it everyday so the new day appears. I suck at describing things. Whatever, anyways, I&amp;nbsp;pressed the thing and realized it's August 15. I totally forgot it was August. Well, I&amp;nbsp;did not forget that it's August, I just forgot what it means now that it's August. It means a lot of things. I&amp;nbsp;guess. But there's specifically a thing which I&amp;nbsp;remembered, especially since I just dreamed about it. I&amp;nbsp;guess that fact depressed me a little bit. I&amp;nbsp;seriously wish I&amp;nbsp;can do something about it but then I realized what if I&amp;nbsp;did get the chance to talk? Will I? I'm pretty sure I&amp;nbsp;won't. What if someone actually introduced me, I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't be able to say anything back. I might even embarrass myself BIG&amp;nbsp;TIME. It won't be first time it would happen. If ever, it would be the third. So sad. If I&amp;nbsp;can't even bring myself to think of what to do, mygaash then what will happen? Nada. Nevaah. Evaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's this thing I&amp;nbsp;notice about transformations. It's been creeping in my head for a week now because I&amp;nbsp;keep seeing girls I&amp;nbsp;used to know. It takes me minutes, even days to remember who they are because they've transformed. In a good way, in some ways I guess. But they really are SO&amp;nbsp;different and I keep thinking will i be like that too? Well, actually, I'm thinking do I&amp;nbsp;want to be one of them too? There's nothing bad about it I&amp;nbsp;guess but the hassle and all that. Plus, I don't think I'd be able too. Self esteem issues suck. :)) Since I'm about to turn 18 maybe I do have the permission to transform. Hmm. The question is how? And I&amp;nbsp;don't think I'd be able to keep it like that. So yeah. We'll see what happens. But I'm pretty sure I'd still be like this. :)) I just really wonder when those people transformed. Hmm. Speaking of turning 18, there's this huge debate whether I&amp;nbsp;should have a debut or not. Well I want one, but it doesn't have to be grand but I&amp;nbsp;do want people to dress up for it. Not formal, just semi-formal. Just cocktail dresses and collared shirts. I'm fine with that actually. Whatever goes really but I just thought of my color motif. Hooray for me. :D I&amp;nbsp;also thought of my photoshoot. Typical photoshoots happen in gardens and beaches. I would LOVE&amp;nbsp;to have mine on a beach. But the thing is it's so common already, and I&amp;nbsp;don't want mine to be cliche. So I&amp;nbsp;saw this picture in Frances' tumblr and I want a photoshoot like that girl. A girl in a ball gown on top of a roof. Yes. I&amp;nbsp;want my photoshoot to be in unconventional places like that. I&amp;nbsp;seriously want it to be on a roof. Oyea. I'm just saying, people, my picture will be taken on a roof. Don't you copy that. :)) I'm informally copyrighting that idea. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, weird feelings. Maybe it's just the weather. Or maybe it's because I actually have time to think about other stuff. Scary. Whatever.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;I blame you for being so boring that I kept on thinking about the same thing for two months. But the truth is you weren't really boring, but I&amp;nbsp;can't think of any other excuse. Plus, I'm not sure if I&amp;nbsp;want to blame you since I&amp;nbsp;think it can be a really good thing but it's mostly likely to turn into a really bad thing. At least I have some really great memories. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One night couldn't be so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Soon.</title>
    <published>2009-08-07T14:33:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-07T14:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;JUST&amp;nbsp;SHARING&lt;/strong&gt;. One of my worst weeks ever. It's very rare to have all aspects of my life awful at the same time. There's usually at least one thing that's okay, at the very least. This week, nada. Nothing was okay, I&amp;nbsp;think. So whatever. It comforts me to see that others had a bad week too, but I can bet mine's a bit worse than most of theirs. :)) It was really awful. But whatever like I&amp;nbsp;said, time to pull myself together. Here we go. :D So I can't really post wordy stuff because I should sleep now so pictures, as usual. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/VNxgahBfeqrf0m5capoz71zjo1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/U2n701VQEqo8tg7lbzy8yUMGo1_400.jpg" style="width: 418px; height: 256px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVE.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your Mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>ready and waiting to fall</title>
    <published>2009-07-21T12:54:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-21T13:07:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because tumblr is awesome.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/124711178062692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absence doesn't seem to make your heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;scary myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>mentally retarded</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T10:43:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I just had this really long post I just deleted. I wrote that yesterday, during my ME time, since classes got suspended in the afternoon. I&amp;nbsp;was about to click Post when something happened and I&amp;nbsp;went back to my page. I&amp;nbsp;backed and backed but my entry didn't appear. Now I'm about to post another entry, it finally appeared. Anyways, I decided there's a reason I&amp;nbsp;didn't get to post it yesterday, so I&amp;nbsp;won't post it anymore. :)) Anyways, I'm really in the mood for writing stuff because I&amp;nbsp;can't even think of a topic for my English paper which is due this week. Great. So I'm gonna go and post pictures. Whee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 382px; height: 322px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/KuL1CnoEapymupb4baBJd5eDo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/vgxRVMv9ipw7na8v00l2W9ESo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm both of these pictures, but I'm not as pretty as Brooke. I wish. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're a pretty cool guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>timmytactoe @ 2009-06-20T21:53:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-20T14:42:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Apparently, it's been a while since my last post. :)) I'm not surprised really, there's just so much stuff going on. I barely even get to browse my friends' websites anymore. Ohwell. So at least I have some blog time left. :D So of course, I'm gonna write about my first week in college. First week in The Ateneo. I've really always wondered why there's &amp;quot;the&amp;quot; there. I learned I wasn't alone when my English teacher mentioned it yesterday. :)) I'm not exactly sure where to start. So yeah, I'm getting more and more familiar with the buildings around campus but I'm still not confident I can find my way on my own. So first day okay, first class was free cut. Oyea. :)) So let's see. Hmm. Let's break it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: Well, one of the reasons I went to this university because I love the place. The building's are really nice and the bathrooms! I love the bathrooms! Bathrooms in Holy weren't that good. I'm not sure if it's still the same as before. When I was in grade school, you had to pull this rope in order to flush. Yeah. In Pisay, some bathrooms are okay. My favorite's the one in the third floor front lobby which I didn't get to use much in my senior year because that area was locked down because of the fire. My second favorite, the newly renovated one, is in the SHB back landing. We didn't get to use it that much either because after the renovation they locked it down due to the vandalisms. So yeah. I love the bathrooms in Ateneo. They're so clean and complete. Complete with the stuff you need, hooks in the cubicles, ledge thingy, hand/hair blowers, soap dispensers, the works. Yeaah. It takes so little to make me happy. :)) Whee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People: Whee, so new friends. So it was a relief to find out that there are a lot more people like me than I expected. It's so fun to meet new people. Totally new insights :)) New stories, new things to learn, etc. etc. They're all just great. Plus, I also get to be with some of my high school friends so yeah. I'm so happy I got to meet people who I'm really comfortable with. Even for just a week, I&amp;nbsp;feel like I can tell them anything and they won't think I'm a freak or something. So yeah. The teachers are cool too. They're all very nice. They seem approachable so yaay. Oh and yeaah, of course, the ocean is big!! :)) &amp;quot;There are tons of fish in the water.&amp;quot; It's very very true. :)) Waa. Superficial. Whatever, it's true. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What else do I&amp;nbsp;get to describe other than people and places? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, experiences. Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALKATHON&lt;br /&gt;I think most of my energy is spent walking around the campus. Sad. :)) I started wearing ballet flats, until around Wednesday. I was already starting to have blisters and all. By Thursday, I already put a band-aid around my ankle because my wound wouldn't close. :| Sorry, overshare. It is kinda painful. My toes hurt all the time, and just the plain exhaustion from walking around too much. I guess I was never used to walking around this much. Or it's that I was never used to walking around without my comfy leather shoes. Also, it rains almost everyday. It sucks walking around in sandals/ballet flats. The water literally finds its way through my shoes and my feet get soaked. :| I had to take my shoes off and actually wipe my feet and my shoes. :)) Yeaah. I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way. My friend told me she's also so exhausted. I'm just not sure if it's because of all the walking. Ohwell. We got to eat out in Katipunan yesterday. Hilarious story. So as usual, we were telling the story of our lives, them my hanky was blown away. :)) Good thing, my friend noticed it so I picked it up. When we got to Red Ribbon, I realized my hanky's not with me anymore. It's one of my favorite hankies. Since it's just hanky, I&amp;nbsp;told my friend... &amp;quot;No worries. Things have a way of coming back to me.&amp;quot; =)) So after red ribbon and after talking about some telenovelas stories and eye-opening/paradigm shifting stories, we went to Kenny Rogers. We ate, then we left. When we were already walking toward the JSEC Frances realized her phone's not with her anymore. :)) So we went back to Kenny then found her phone. The people there are good and honest people. :)) They kept it. :) So yeah, we were already late for this meeting thing, on the way back, my friend saw my hanky!!! Just there on the grass. Oyea. I was so happy. Seeing my hanky made all the walking worth it. :)) Yeah, I just wanted to share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;br /&gt;So it was English class. I forgot what we were talking about. I think about the different perspectives of people or something. She suddenly asked, &amp;quot;Who here are fans of Twilight?&amp;quot;. I've never raised my hand up anywhere unless it was attendance checking. I seriously considered raising my hand or not. I'm definitely a Twilight fan but it seems that my teacher isn't. Well, I know I can be a hypocrite at times :)) but I decided I wouldn't deny that I&amp;nbsp;actually like the story. :)) So I raised my hand up, pretty sure that majority of the girls would raise their hands up too. Then bam! Apparently, there were only two hands that were raised. Mine+some other girl's hand. It's a pity I didn't get to see who she was, we could be great friends. :)) I was pretty stunned I guess. I was so sure that at least 50% of the girls in the class liked that book. I mean, seriously. All I could think of was, ohnoes. Bad shot na. =)) Anyways, our teacher's really nice because she just said &amp;quot;Oh fine.&amp;quot; :)) Then she asked about Harry Potter. Anyways, whatever. Proud fan. I would never pretend that I&amp;nbsp;don't like that story even if it's all so &amp;quot;overrated&amp;quot; already, already a &amp;quot;fad&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;sellout&amp;quot; or whatever because whatever it is, I like it. =)) Oyea. Stand up for what you believe in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;ART&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;COMMUTING&lt;br /&gt;So my brother's morning classes are way earlier than my classes so I have no choice but to commute. Actually, I have a choice. I can go to school, sit on the bench for 2-3 hours, staring at every single person walking by or walk around for 2-3 hours until a friend arrives or something. So no thanks. I don't think I can stand it. All of my friends know I have a thing about being alone. So yeah. So I know how to commute, but only to familiar places. Well, so now, I'm in the process of being better at this. The first time I rode an FX to Philcoa, the driver got mad at me. I told him &amp;quot;Sa overpass po.&amp;quot; Apparently, I told him too late. So he had to line up behind this long line of jeepneys even if he didn't plan to get any passengers there. I ignored what he said and then went down. Oops, my bad. I didn't know. I mean I thought it was automatic that FXs stop at the overpass in Philcoa. I mean hello. Well, apparently I'm not that pro at commuting to assume such things. I rode the jeep to UP, waited for the Katipunan jeep that didn't arrive. I walked to this place where everyone seemed to be walking to. I saw that it was already the way to Katipunan. I went out, not knowing if it's allowed to para there. I did, there was only three of us in that jeepney. So yeah. That was pretty lucky. :)) I had to commute home too and this time I wasn't the bad guy anymore. I was the good guy. I guess I was trying to make up for my booboo that morning. :)) There was this girl beside me who was sleeping. She wouldn't move even if we were all squeezed together already. She was taking up most of the space. She wouldn't even budge, I&amp;nbsp;mean hello? Selfcentered much? This isn't your car woman. =)) So this was in the middle row of the FX. Some of the people on her side are passing money already but she wouldn't even pass it to the driver. So I had to stretch my arm just so the poor people at the back can pay their fares. Gosh. Ohwell. Then my mom didn't want me to commute Thursday, which turned out to be a very good idea. We left the house at 7 even if my class was still at 9. I already brought my ipod, some books, some stuff to do while waiting. Who knew the MMDA would change up the U-turns. We were literally not moving. :| We spent two hours on the road. Two hours!!! I ran to my ES&amp;nbsp;class. When I got there, the bluebooks were collected and all and I thought I was so dead. Anyways, the teacher forgave us because apparently she suffered the traffic too. So yeah. Well, that's basically my public and private transporation stories. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S COMPLICATED&lt;br /&gt;I thought the It's Complicated status wasn't really a 'status' if you know what I mean. I&amp;nbsp;always thought that people just chose that because it's a whole lot more interesting than 'Single'. One of the new things I've learned is that it actually does happen. And it happens a lot. :)) Most of the people I met, are in the &amp;quot;Complicated&amp;quot; relationship. And I also learned that it can be for different reasons. I thought that if ever this status was real it's just because the guy's just too afraid to make a move or something. Apparently not. It can be because of parents, or because of commitment issues, then the labels thing. I was pretty interested in this label situation. He told me &amp;quot;Mahal naman namin ang isa't isa so hindi na namin kailangan ng labels.&amp;quot; Okay, something new. It's pretty interesting, don't you think? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna blog about a fifth experience because five is always good. It's more exact. :)) Like Coke Sakto. Plus it's always the 5 (insert something here) but ohwell, I can't really think of a fifth experience. Well I can prolly dig something up but it's already 10:40 so I have to sleep. :)) So yeah, basicaly, this is my first week of college. :)) So obviously, it's super fun. It is super stressful too, now that's a whole different story. But still, it's like a whole new universe, which makes it awesome. I think. :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Thursday</title>
    <published>2009-06-09T04:17:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So yesterday I&amp;nbsp;got to chat with Snuffles. I am aware that he's always in the States during summer but I&amp;nbsp;had no idea that he wasn't coming back here anymore. He's gonna study there and practically live there forevaah. I didn't know that I would never ever see him again. Fine, so that's an exaggeration, but I&amp;nbsp;mean this is the type of um &amp;quot;missing&amp;quot; that I&amp;nbsp;was trying to well, avoid? For example, I know I would miss a lot of people, I probably would never see some people in a really long time, but the fact that you can tell yourself that they're just a couple of FX rides away helps a lot. Even though you know you would never really take those FX&amp;nbsp;rides (unless there's an emergency), the fact that they're still within your reach comforts you. You probably weren't that close even but still the thought that they're still around keeps you well, feeling safe? Feeling like you're still attached to the people you truly truly cared about. Yeah. I hope I'm not just babbling but whatever, what I'm saying is get-able. :)) Please do try, you're reading this already anyways. I&amp;nbsp;just realized that I&amp;nbsp;kept using you/your, but in fact, I'm really just talking about what I&amp;nbsp;feel. :)) Anyways, so yeah. I'm gonna miss you Snuffles. :D Anyways, so apparently he's gonna take Bio there then go to Med, then he asked me about my life plan. And all I&amp;nbsp;could say was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Timmy's Life Plan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get rich.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get happy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the first thing he said was my life plan sounded like a scavenger hunt. :)) Well I&amp;nbsp;guess. But really, when he asked me that question, this was all I could think of. Well, I&amp;nbsp;could've said that I see myself in the corporate world, well, because of my course because it's the only place I&amp;nbsp;can see myself in. Well, at least, professionally. I&amp;nbsp;can't see myself in a lab or in building houses or in a hospital, stuff like that. But then I&amp;nbsp;realized, I'd go into the corporate world to accomplish my life plan. It sounds so shallow, I&amp;nbsp;know. But whatever. So how do I&amp;nbsp;plan to achieve my life plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rich. Okay, so a lot of people (if not everyone, I now know that there are people who honestly don't want to be rich) wants to be rich. Well, it makes some of your problems a lot easier. I&amp;nbsp;guess. Then I&amp;nbsp;have so many dreams like have a beach house, have a hacienda, travel around all the time, have a ton of clothes, etc, etc. I&amp;nbsp;could achieve these through having a lot of money. Duy. :)) There are probably other ways, but getting rich is the most obvious way. Not the easiest way, but the most obvious and most legal way. I&amp;nbsp;think. But then again, maybe, I&amp;nbsp;could settle by just being normal. Not the billionaire type, just the multimillionaire. Joke. :)) As long as my whole life's financially secured, then fine, I&amp;nbsp;guess. As long as I'm &lt;strong&gt;rich enough&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I mean whatever. Money can't buy happiness right? That's why I&amp;nbsp;have the two other things in my life plan. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get happy. Be happy. Feel happy. Whatever. In the end, it's all that really matters if you were happy or not. It doesn't matter if you're super duper rich if you're miserable. I mean happy people, truly happy people, don't care if they have private jet or not. I mean who would want that it you're truly happy? If you're truly happy, I mean truly, then well, you wouldn't care about anything else. I mean you're happy. What else can you ask for? I mean really, right? Well, I&amp;nbsp;believe that happiness is a choice. A choice that should always be taken. I guess. I&amp;nbsp;mean, it's what matters, nothing else really. Ohwell. Well, I don't have to expound on this point. :)) But whatever, it's true. So maybe if I&amp;nbsp;have to break down this part of my life plan, it would be, &lt;strong&gt;find out what makes me happiest, then go for it, whatever it takes&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find true love. They say you can't find true love, it finds you. So fine, let's rephrase &lt;strong&gt;Be found by true love&lt;/strong&gt;. Wow, that's so damsel in distress sounding, but ohwell. You know what, when I&amp;nbsp;think about it... would you rather be a damsel in distress or the tomb raider type of girl, I&amp;nbsp;seriously can't pick. I mean being tomb raider is just awesome. You get to protect yourself, go through these adventures, show off your amazing fighting skills, thinking skills, solving riddles and all. The girl who saves the day. I&amp;nbsp;mean literally saves the day. It's just too cool. But being a damsel in distress is also cool, in a way. It's not about being a helpless little girl. I&amp;nbsp;guess it's the whole girls in the woods type then suddenly you meet this gorgeous guy out of nowhere, suddenly a bad guy holds you captive and he rescues you. Okay, so it kinda sounds lame. :)) But I&amp;nbsp;mean being rescued just looks like it feels awesome. :)) Plus, it's usually the damsel in distress stories are the romantic ones, the love at first sight stories. He sees you for one night, searches the whole for a foot that fits the shoe you left. Or the guy who was destined to be your prince anyways way before, sees you in the woods, falls in love with you in an instant, then risks his life to rescue you from a deep sleep. Amazing. In tomb raider stories, her guy is usually the traitor, but in the end, he'll change. But still. Prince Charmings would never dare to hurt that girl, but ohwell, who said Prince Charmings don't fall in love with Tomb Raider girls? :)) Status quo. Tss. :)) Ohwell, I have completely deviated from my point. So fine, be found by true love. I&amp;nbsp;guess this one's the thing that's out of my control. I&amp;nbsp;mean whatever. So I guess it's good that I wrote about the whole damsels vs superstrong girls because I&amp;nbsp;can't write anything about my third life plan. I&amp;nbsp;guess really you can't do anything about it. You just gotta be found. At the right place and at the right time. :D So yeah, I&amp;nbsp;hope I'll be there soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I&amp;nbsp;guess I am still in the process of soul searching. I&amp;nbsp;will find it soon. But for now, I&amp;nbsp;gotta clean my desk. :)) Get rid of things that I wouldn't be needing in the next phase of my life. So yeah. It feels good to be able to have something to write about again. It's been a while. Thanks, Snuffles. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm ready, where is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>sandwich</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T14:27:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Went Edz's tumblr-surfing again. I wasn't able to browse through the links anymore.Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, I'm here now, what are your other two wishes?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/WUvYKdZ22odfanbcoxIBQGPlo1_400.jpg" style="width: 271px; height: 421px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/UU8sftjMcodpobacZuxeIHR3o1_400.jpg" style="width: 270px; height: 140px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/vQxdw8WwRoflxy7lURTtt876o1_400.jpg" style="width: 280px; height: 280px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP The picture made me smile. Yeah, I tend to think a lot. I mean A LOT. I think a lot about pretty absurd things. Things that could happen but would most likely not. Yeah. Always the safe player, never the risk taker. whatever, I'm a risk taker now. I learned through my mistake(s). Taking that crucial step would've made all the difference. Well, I also learned through a card game. :)) MIDDLE It's more of 99.9% sure he doesn't know/remember me. Well, I'm guessing that's better than 99.9% not liking me. I mean if he doesn't know me yet then there's still a chance that he'd like me, no matter how small. Anyways, no matter how small that 0.1%, we gotta admit a lot of people hang on to this tiny shred of hope. If there was a teeny bit of chance, then you could always grab 0.1% and make the most out of it, than letting the 99.9% stop you from what will probably be your source of true happiness. :)) There's always that 0.1%, if you never ever get to seize that then it'll always be what if. And that would suck. BOTTOM Dreams that I come up with not the &amp;quot;real&amp;quot; dreams. My real dreams are always so bizarre. It could be meaningful but still bizarre. There was this one time I dreamed that Kate(Bad girl from Lizzie McGuire, right?) was chasing me. Comeon. Well it could be meaningful, like I was dreaming about this person and in the middle of my dream he transforms to this to other person. My subconscious knows me so well. I guess it clears things up for me sometimes. But whatever, the dreams that I come up with. Like the ones you wish that would happen are really really cool. They make me happy even though they're just products of my imagination and addiction to love stories and movies. Whatever, in movies, their dreams always come true. Why not mine? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You know what I want more than anything in the world right now? To talk to you, to be with you, this very instant. I want to sit across from you Indian style and look into your eyes and see for myself exactly how they change color in the light. I want to hold your hand in the palm of mine, and trace every line with my fingertips.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I feel like my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the misplaced quotes. Well, I gotta place them somewhere. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you and I&amp;nbsp;know you saw me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Last Two Minutes</title>
    <published>2009-05-31T03:43:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-31T03:43:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Groove Nation&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was yesterday. Two shows, 2 pm and 7 pm. I haven't stepped on a stage in a pretty long time. Well, graduation does not count. :)) Or school stages. Yeah, it's been ages. So yaay, I got to hear words like call time, company call, open house again. :D Anyways, I'm really happy that it's finally over because I&amp;nbsp;was totally nervous about the whole thing. So it wasn't that bad, I&amp;nbsp;think we did pretty well. Good job, Sagala. :D So anyways, I made this promise to myself that after the recital I&amp;nbsp;will go soul searching. This summer workshop covered most of my summer. I'm not complaining, it was really fun. :D I&amp;nbsp;only get to dance in a studio every summer since high school. So yeah. Anyways, still, I haven't really thought about college that much. I'm more of a one-thing-at-a-time person. So I had to concentrate on my summer classes first before I actually think about college. I guess I'm afraid that when I think about college in the middle of summer, I'm gonna break down in tears or get so excited I'm gonna miss some stuff. :)) I'm not sure if you get me, but ohwell. So yeah, after the 2 pm show yesterday, I realized that well today is the last day of May. I'm lucky tomorrow's not our first day, or even next Monday. Very lucky indeed. So yeah. I'm gonna go soul searching now. :)) Anyways, back to Groove Nation, I'll post some pictures in my Multiply site, duy. Maybe a few here too. :D Yesterday day was one heck of a day. :D I&amp;nbsp;loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul Searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/jQ9iHEdNfmfe2ooamVlCD52To1_500.png" style="width: 360px; height: 271px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah, I mentioned that I'm gonna search for my soul. Seriously. I mean it's a whole new phase in my life yada yada. I&amp;nbsp;mean I haven't even mentally prepared myself for college. I'm not talking academically (It'll take me months to mentally prepare myself for that.) , I'm saying I'm not mentally prepared to face new people, miss a whole lot of my best-est friends, the &amp;quot;freedom&amp;quot; that comes with college. It hasn't really sunk in yet. Most of my friends are already totally excited about college. I mean I am too. It's just that I feel like I haven't totally I don't know &amp;quot;gotten over&amp;quot; high school. Ohnoes. This is gonna be an emo post. Here we go. :)) Again, I still can't imagine waking up 6 am for school, figuring out which corridor to take (right or left), saying hi to teachers I've known for years, smiling to the guards which have been very very nice, seeing familiar faces, knowing a few things about them [through stories or Multiply or Facebook. :)) ] I guess it's the whole leaving my comfort zone kind of thing that kinda freaks me out. Yeah. I'm trying to remember now if I went through this same thing when I transferred to Pisay for High School. I guess not. Maybe because I was just too young then. I&amp;nbsp;only remember getting excited, meeting up with Angeli and Gian, going to the flag cem with this familiar face from MSA, who thinks like me in more ways that surprised me. I lined up behind this girl with the very very very very long hair, whose hair is now short, and this girl who was in dread locks, whose hair is now very very very straight. They talked about their hair, I&amp;nbsp;wasn't talking to anybody, that fact did not freak me out. I wonder why. Now I think, if this happens to me in college, I'd prolly freak out that I'm the only one not making friends. Later on, in the auditorium I got to talk to the long-haired girl which got me talking to this dread locks hair girl. The next day I met her football friend, this super quiet snowy white girl, until now is still snowy white. We met this friendly short girl then this seemingly mataray girl then this girl who really irritated me because she wore shades. (Apparently she had something in her eye that day. :)) ) All of these people became my very best-est friends. I can go on and on about how I met all of the people that have changed my life but it'd be totally long. And now we're gonna go in different directions. :(( I'm gonna start to cry now. :D Mygosh. Ohwell. This is precisely why I&amp;nbsp;will soul search. I need to let this out. I need to acknowledge this feeling that I'm leaving high school behind. My favorite adviser told me that high school really is different. &amp;quot;Iba ung bond.&amp;quot; Yeah. I do believe that. My brother is still with his high school friends, some of me older friends from SHS still hang out with their high school friends. So yeah. Well, I'm gonna make sure that I see my best-est friends all the time, still. :D Anyways, there's this guy last night from Groove Nation too. We were in the backstage getting ready to get our certificates, he suddenly told this girl from AC I think. &amp;quot;Seryoso ako, i-treasure mo ang high school mo, nakaka-miss.&amp;quot; Sentiiii. :| Yeaah. I'm sure I'm gonna miss high school, but I want to enjoy college too. I mean really enjoy it. :D They say it's fun. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm gonna go search my soul first. :D Be sure of myself and other things before I take the plunge into this whole new place. We're having a prepcourse on Wednesday til Friday so I'm hoping to more or less stumble upon my soul before Wednesday, so that I'm am conditioned to take in college. I mean it would just be so sad for me to suddenly breakdown in the middle of our prepcourse now, wouldn't it? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a common belief among anthropologists that you must immerse yourself in an unfamiliar world in order to truly understand your own - Nanny Diaries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Superficiality</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T09:03:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T09:03:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, so whee, a few minutes of blog time. :D I was tumblr hopping again and I&amp;nbsp;saw this in Eka's tumblr. :D [gloomandbloom.tumblr.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/XVUYqLKtanq186ptyAlALCFZo1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;found this picture really really cute. :D Then Shallow Hal suddenly came into my mind. It's this pretty old movie of Jack Black and Gwyneth Paltrow. I&amp;nbsp;totally forgot Jack Black played Shallow Hal, I&amp;nbsp;guess he wasn't that famous then, or at least to me. :)) Anyways, so the basic plot is that Jack Black is hypnotized so that he sees unattractive women extremely attractive. Instead of seeing their physical appearances, he sees their inner beauty. :D So yeah, he's gonna fall for Gwyneth Paltrow who is apparently a very very fat girl, but to him, she looks like, well... Gwyneth Paltrow. :)) Yeah. I just saw the ending last night and then I&amp;nbsp;caught this scene where his best friend finally figures out what's wrong with Jack Black (He was trying to figure out why Jack Black is so crazy about these unattractive people.) He breaks the curse and then Jack Black's &amp;quot;vision&amp;quot; is back to normal. After realizing what really happened to him... [insert conversation]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Black: Okay, who do you think is the most attractive woman in the world?&lt;br /&gt;BFF: Wonderwoman.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black: Okay, let's say everyone else in the world thought wonderwoman was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;BFF: It wouldn't matter because &lt;strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp;know they'd be wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Black: See?&amp;nbsp;That's what I had with Rosemary! I&amp;nbsp;don't care what everybody else saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. I&amp;nbsp;loved that conversation. So yeah, whee. I'm not sure about the ending but I'm pretty sure they ended up together. It's all so sweet. It's just sad that Jack Black had to see Gwyneth Paltrow first before he really got to know Rosemary. I&amp;nbsp;wonder how many people I didn't get to know because they didn't look like Gwyneth Paltrow (or some hot guy. :)) ) Well, I wish there weren't many. Ohwell, lesson learned. Look past the appearances people. I&amp;nbsp;mean it would suck if someone refused to know me just because I'm not Gwyneth Paltrow. Yeah, that'd really suck. Ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, in case you didn't get the connection between the picture and my post (I doubt it though.) It's because this cookie-head bride could appear ugly to a lot of people but not cookie monster. He's in love and he doesn't care what cookie-haters think. :D Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to post another picture :)) Followed a link from Eka's tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/eRzxOQo1Lnq403ekYUyfGY8Xo1_500.jpg" style="width: 384px; height: 286px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really cute, again. :D&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;could go on and on browsing tumblrs. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;sincerest&lt;/em&gt; wish is to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Giddy giddy</title>
    <published>2009-05-26T08:33:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-26T08:33:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/AZN7wsuV4nsx1zriUJbKY39Ao1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures that made me happy. :D&amp;nbsp; Everyone loves this gumball dispenser thingy. It's like the Happiness dispenser. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/2w9XXXqFFnusek1aQEZAAOn7o1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have this thing for 'polaroid' pictures. I&amp;nbsp;know a lot of people like 'polaroid' pictures. :)) I think it's the sorta nostalgia feeling it gives. Well, I've always wanted a polaroid camera thingy, it's so instant. :D Then people write on the lower part and all. Now, people write at the back. It's still cooler being able to write on the front face thingy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/2w9XXXqFFntyv87q9DWo0AKBo1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. The four leaf clover. :D I&amp;nbsp;didn't really know that this was a symbol for luck til I read this book where the two kids were saved from this evil person [in a magical world] because of the four leaf clover in the girl's pocket. [Girls always save the day. :)) ] Then, they both wake up and realize that it was all just a dream but then voila! there's a four leaf clover in her pocket. Yeah. Typical. Like the cheerleader commercial before. I'm not sure if you remember it. The one where this guy dreams that the cheerleader went up to him and kissed him, then supposedly it was just his imagination. But when he 'woke up', he found a pair of pompoms at his feet. :D Loved that commercial. Anyways. Whee. Someone told me that luck is for weak people. I&amp;nbsp;disagree, at least, in a way. It's not all bad. I mean I love magic 8 balls, wishing wells, other stuff that's in line with those. I mean they're so fun. Plus, it doesn't hurt to them. Yeah, it's fun. You should try it sometime, and you might find yourself a lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/7key1EhQRnvw92o9m9van7s2o1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it before, yup. :)) It's the what's your fate origami? :)) I just made that up, in case you didn't notice. :)) I've done this so many times, wrote different &amp;quot;fates&amp;quot; or names behind those numbers. I've also tried colors/pictures/words on the outer part, the one where you have four options. :D :)) Again, I love these kinda things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pick a number and then flip it over and then see your crush's name there, you have got to admit that deep inside (no matter how deep), you just saw a scene of your life if you were together. Okay maybe that's for the extremely imaginative people :)) but at least, you know you felt that bit of hope when you saw his name. I&amp;nbsp;mean, what are the chances that out of 8 numbers there, you got to pick the one with his name. Destiny? Destiny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I've saved the tickets from the shows that we've been to and a thousand other memories of you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>timmytactoe @ 2009-05-25T21:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-25T06:12:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-25T06:12:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the copy-paste posts continues!!! Got this from tumblr. Again. :)) I&amp;nbsp;found it really cute. Definitely worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;What is Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;When my grandmother got arthritis,&lt;br /&gt;she couldn&amp;rsquo;t bend over and paint her toenails anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time,&lt;br /&gt;even when his hands got arthritis too. That&amp;rsquo;s love.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;strong&gt;When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.&lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on&lt;br /&gt;shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of&lt;br /&gt;your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is what makes you smile when you&amp;rsquo;re tired.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she&lt;br /&gt;takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when you kiss all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you get tired of kissing,&lt;br /&gt;you still want to be together and you talk more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy and Daddy are like that.&lt;br /&gt;They look gross when they kiss&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is what&amp;rsquo;s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t scared anymore.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;My mommy loves me more than anybody.&lt;br /&gt;You don&amp;rsquo;t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all&lt;br /&gt;her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; little stars come out of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn&amp;rsquo;t think it&amp;rsquo;s gross.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You really shouldn&amp;rsquo;t say &amp;lsquo;I love you&amp;rsquo; unless you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the bold ones are the ones I&amp;nbsp;totally love. These kids are smart. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;quot;Huwag kang mag-alala. Parating na ako. Mamahalin kita.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;-A Very Special Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Rite of Passage</title>
    <published>2009-05-24T10:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-24T10:02:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/phLiJKuMnnlys6zmtPnZljiko1_500.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I&amp;nbsp;can't blog properly these past few days, I'm just gonna keep posting pictures and pretend that this is tumblr. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, whee. I&amp;nbsp;love pictures. :)) I love this one because well, I know that. I&amp;nbsp;mean, my heart doesn't belong to anyone yet so obviously it must belong to someone I've yet to meet unless my heart belongs to no one and that's just sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/P7hangUPlmdp0g98ucVoYOOAo1_500.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&amp;nbsp;do.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I knew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/UU8sftjMcnsi3mrwVAVrtdYVo1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations are just much easier than reality. :))&lt;br /&gt;Plus! What if the real one doesn't love you back? &lt;br /&gt;Toodeedoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/pspw13uftnm8l7cxlc6xv81To1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The gray area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard of this already, especially if you're a girl. So yeah, the gray area is this sucky area where you don't know where you stand. You have no idea what the other person thinks of you, so you don't know what to do. In my opinion, you can't stay in this area for too long. You gotta move forward or backward, or else it'll drive you crazy. And you thought you were out of the gray area huh, apparently, it catches up to you. You leave it in the gray area for how many months thinking that you already went backward, then it's gray area all over again. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/ickM8xfwBnfxjjavOHwhtPbxo1_500.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this quote is genius. :)) Seriously, I&amp;nbsp;believe in every line here. People fall out of love by choice. (I just thought, hey, probably by circumstances too.) But then again, excuses, excuses. So fine, people fall out of love by choice or circumstance. The more that I&amp;nbsp;think one can fall out of love because of some situations, the more it sounds like an excuse. Tsk. Tsk. But then again, you may not be able to choose the situation but you always have a choice how to deal with it. So I guess, it is still by choice. It just sucks that you blame it always on other things, when in fact, you chose to be where you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/9575_8ceb.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just loved the picture. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whee. Tumblr surfing is so addicting.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these pictures I got from Edz's tumblr: rainingdogsandfish.tumblr.com . &lt;br /&gt;Hooray. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Wingman</title>
    <published>2009-05-23T06:45:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-23T06:45:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you be that guy at the end of the movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;I'm more of an epic type of guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lines from Privileged. :)) Don't you just love them? There are types of guys which are the end-of-movie type of guys and there are some who are just stops along the way. Well, true. Do I&amp;nbsp;even have to expound? But seriously, all I&amp;nbsp;want is for you to play a &lt;strike&gt;semi&lt;/strike&gt;-long scene. Long enough for you to be important. Like in Definitely, Maybe. Ryan Reynolds only chose the three girls that well are sorta bigtime in his life. I mean, played significant parts in his story. All I ask is for someone to play one of those three girls, you know. I mean, I'm too young anyways to meet that guy who will be at the end of my movie. :)) Actually, maybe not. Some people meet the love of their loves at a very young age. I&amp;nbsp;wouldn't mind really, but to be, uh, more realistic, I'm okay you know with meeting Emily first, or something. :)) Well, you get it. It'd also be cool if I&amp;nbsp;get to play one of those three girls. :)) Knowing I've touched someone's life. :D I mean even if it's not til the end. Heartbreak is inevitable, I&amp;nbsp;guess. So yeah. Speaking of this whole, til the end thing. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been updating my iPod songs, yeah. So I don't have a lot of OPM&amp;nbsp;songs in my ipod. It's not because I&amp;nbsp;don't like OPM. I&amp;nbsp;actually do. It's just that I&amp;nbsp;only have 4 GB&amp;nbsp;of memory, and there are song which I&amp;nbsp;really really really love which I will never ever get to hear on radio. You know what I&amp;nbsp;mean? I love so many bands/songs, and not of all them are well mainstream-y. :)) For OPM, I&amp;nbsp;only get to hear the famous ones, or at least semi-famous ones. I don't really search the depths of the Earth for not-yet-famous OPM&amp;nbsp;songs. So yeah, so I&amp;nbsp;thought before I better save my memory for those foreign songs since I prolly won't ever get to hear them around, than OPM&amp;nbsp;songs which well I will hear all around the country. :))&amp;nbsp;But ohwell, I tried to download some songs of SIlent Sanctuary because I&amp;nbsp;love their &amp;quot;Ikaw Lamang&amp;quot;... then I got to download this Kundiman song. I&amp;nbsp;love it. I first heard the whole song after downloading it was that night, and it was so quiet. The song just pierced through my heart, man. Right through my frigging heart. :)) It makes my want to cry. It's so honest. :D &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Kung hindi man tayo hanggang dulo &lt;br /&gt;Wag mong kalimutan &lt;br /&gt;Nandito lang ako &lt;br /&gt;Laging umaalalay &lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako lalayo &lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang tanging panalangin ko ay ikaw &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Amazing. Pure genius. :D You should listen to the song during scary-quiet moments. It's like you'll see right through the song. :)) Well, whatever. :D Anyways, oh yeah. I&amp;nbsp;was gonna talk about Restaurant City. For the record, I'm not an addict. :D Really. :D All I&amp;nbsp;care about is that I&amp;nbsp;have a really really beautiful restaurant, and my workers look nice. So yeah. I&amp;nbsp;really do not care about my rank. In all honesty. :D So anyways, playing restaurant city got me thinking that life in Restaurant City is really simple. I&amp;nbsp;mean your workers rest then they work [without pay]. You are allowed to trade banana for beef. You click on the trash around your restaurant and it disappears. It's so easy to earn money and all that. Wow. It's so cool. Maybe life should be that easy. Hmm. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I&amp;nbsp;really really wanna watch this masked guy. I&amp;nbsp;got to watch him before in Exposed. I&amp;nbsp;wonder if that show still exists. He'll expose the magician's secrets and all those stuff. That would be so cool. Ohwell. I&amp;nbsp;remember that Exposed also exposed the whole &amp;quot;Man on the Moon&amp;quot; fake thing. They showed how it not real and all because the flag was waving and supposedly there's no air in space and all that. Interesting. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to post some stuff later too. I've been tumblr surfing again. It's so addicting. :)) I was planning to make this post a really long one but ohwell. Maybe next time. :)) I&amp;nbsp;still hope you got my stuff. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't say you're not in love with him, if you can't let him go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>a little bit broken</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T07:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T07:00:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm waiting for my workers to reach 100% again and I'm also waiting for Privileged to load, so whee. Blog time. Though I&amp;nbsp;hate writing not knowing what to write about, whatever. :)) I&amp;nbsp;feel like typing. :D Anyways, so I'm on the third episode of Privileged. I didn't really wanna watch that series when it first came out because when I&amp;nbsp;looked at the picture, I&amp;nbsp;saw this semi-old girl. Well, she's not old, but she's not Gossip Girl young or 90210 young. So I thought it was for well, older girls. :)) Anyways, since I ran out of shows to watch (coz for some weird reason I&amp;nbsp;didn't wanna finish Heroes. Weird.) I tried watching it and it's not bad at all. So it's one of the shows that are supposedly gonna be canceled soon... and well, I'm not exactly surprised. :D It's not really about being in a rich society like Gossip Girl or 90210. I&amp;nbsp;mean, it's barely even about high school. [Or i just haven't watched enough episodes to know... :)) ] It's more about this tutor who's trying to change the rich girls' lives. The younger girl is even super nice, totally unlike GG. The older sister, who I'm guessing is supposed to be the bad girl, is not even that bad, she's just extremely protective and all that. But I'm starting to like this show, I'm so intrigued by her relationship with Charlie. So even when this lead girl was still in NY, she still chats with this guy. It seems like they talk everyday. And now that she's back, they talk to each other everyday. He's the one she goes to when she's so messed up. I think they're like childhood friends or something. Gosh, I&amp;nbsp;wish I&amp;nbsp;have that type of relationship with someone. Well, duh, if you haven't guessed it yet the dude's totally in love with her. :)) But whatever, I&amp;nbsp;really do wish I have that type of relationship, you know the whole childhood friends thing or childhood sweethearts. Because I&amp;nbsp;barely remember my kindergarten days, and I was straight to Holy Spirit for Grade School I didn't exactly have lots of opportunities to have childhood sweethearts. :)) It's okay I&amp;nbsp;guess. I barely went out of the house, the kids around our house are way older than me... so yeah. But whatever, it's okay. I&amp;nbsp;do remember having a crush in kindergarten though. I still remember his name. I wonder where he is now. I haven't seen him since then. If I run into him anywhere, I'm sure I won't be able to recognize him. Tsk. Tsk. Just goes to show how strong our bond was. :)) Well, maybe it is really really cool to be in love with your best friend, like the Jason Mraz song. You know everything about each other. You're totally comfortable around each other. The type that he's already part of almost every aspect of your life. No worries, so carefree. Hmm. Ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Can't think of anything else. My workers are 100% already. Whee. :D &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I&amp;nbsp;realized how much I&amp;nbsp;miss icons. :D I saw this from my photobucket. I uploaded these ages ago. :)) Comeon, they're all so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/barbiegirl.png" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/girl0fw.png" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/6a884d734ea31a26d79ff3f408c73d1e5922095.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/4vn406.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always that one person who will always have your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of advice: Don't go for the bad guys. They break the law and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Officer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>cups and ice</title>
    <published>2009-05-18T06:45:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-18T06:45:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/soBwCdeuhmtv6hzwiTLV3pDIo1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe that's the perfect explanation, but then again, how can you ever know? It's cool to think maybe this happened to you a million times already, and you don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/soBwCdeuhndmauac2wab8UIbo1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute picture. My fortune yesterday in Facebook was &amp;quot;Love begets love.&amp;quot; A friend told me that it's a bit ironic because I've had this conversation with him before. The whole looking for the perfect guy and all that. One time Big time. Then this other friend of mine said, girls always look for the perfect guy but most of them are not perfect girls. Yeaah. For the record, I'm not looking for the perfect guy. :)) And I'm definitely not claiming that I'm the perfect girl. I'm just taking my time. You know, I'm stopping to smell the roses. :)) Sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/soBwCdeuhnf7i4ntWuiAPkgvo1_500.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. As true as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/soBwCdeuhndlrix5edR2QbRBo1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) I just love the honesty, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/soBwCdeuhngmo4yvgQFyNfCuo1_400.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, again. But I'm pretty sure that this whole waiting excitement thing is just up to a certain point. Once you've reached that point, well, the whole thing just becomes pointless. It's like waiting for rain in the drought. :)) It's like this saturation point, after some time, you just get tired of waiting. Well duy. But well, it sucks if he/you just missed it by a small margin. It's a no can do situation. Anything beyond that point suddenly becomes useless. When if you just did something probably a second ago, it'd make the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. All pictures I got from tumblr-surfing. :)) I&amp;nbsp;love it. I've got lotsa issues about making my own tumblr so I'll just browse my friends' tumblrs then follow links there then post here. Makes enough sense to me. :D Whee. :D&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Marius and Cosette</title>
    <published>2009-05-16T13:57:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-16T13:57:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whee. Finally, time for blogging. Gosh I forgot the things I&amp;nbsp;was supposed to write about. Ohwell, let's start with things I&amp;nbsp;can remember...Oh there we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;He's like the tinman; he has no heart.&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love that line.It's from Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. Well, I never really heard that line before. It's always like he's a rock or a sponge or some inanimate object that is not capable of expressing any emotions whatsoever.I mean I love the tinman. He really wants a heart. He travels all around that Emerald City (?) facing all kinds of danger just to get a heart. Amazing. To think that there are people out there who don't use theirs. :)) Anyways, this reminded me of the time I went to see this play in Ateneo, The Wiz, (Wizard of Oz)... So when the tinman's wish got granted, he had this styrofoam heart stuck to his metal chest. Found it really cute. :)) It was that simple. Ohwell. Just like this other play in Ateneo, Sinta, with the styrofoam moon which makes everything else a lot more romantic. Not that it isn't romantic in the very first place. Well whatever. Hmm. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I had three shots. :)) College medical requirements. It was really weird. It was one shot after the other. I&amp;nbsp;had to take it all in one day you see, well it was more of I took it all in 5 minutes. I had no choice, the deadline was yesterday too. Anyways, when I&amp;nbsp;was passing the form, apparently, I still miss one shot. :)) Amazing. But at least the deadline for that is still first day of school. I still have a month to rest my punctured shoulders. :)) It wasn't that bad but my left shoulder feels like it's bruised. Ohwell, at least I didn't get a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I just thought about this when we were in Fontana... about the movies of Mary Kate and Ashley. I&amp;nbsp;love watching their movies when I&amp;nbsp;was younger, when they were younger too. It was always about traveling the world, meeting new people. Then in the end, they always look at this map and then ask, what's next? Gaash. Who wouldn't be jealous??? So anyways, when we were in Fontana, we were looking for guys. :)) Then I suddenly thought, maybe it's just really in movies where during summer a girl meets a guy... they fall in love and all. Then I thought of Mary Kate and Ashley movies.&amp;nbsp;They ALWAYS meet a guy. I mean guys. Always one for each of them. Even if they totally look alike, and these guys haven't really gotten to know them yet. I mean I just thought what do those guys think? Hey look at those twins, you get the one on the right, and the left is mine. Then it just magically turns out that their personalities totally match. Plus, every single trip they get different guys. They never got to stick with boyfriends, you know. All were flings. I mean, they had guys in France then in the Bahamas. Ohwell. I'm just saying, now that I'm sixteen and I&amp;nbsp;actually get those movies. :)) I&amp;nbsp;realized those stuff happening have very low probabilities. Seriously. But then again, making totally realistic love stories makes everything boring. Hmm, does that mean real love stories are boring? Hmm. I&amp;nbsp;mean, among my most favorite movies is Enchanted and I&amp;nbsp;do believe I'll like it forever and ever. That movie's probably the most unrealistic love story of all time, which makes me love it even more. It just makes you want to believe... I&amp;nbsp;do! I do! [Wait, wrong movie. :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true&lt;br /&gt; Deep down inside we want to believe they still do&lt;br /&gt; In our secretest heart, it's our favourite part of the story&lt;br /&gt; Let's just admit we all want to make it too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, I've adjusted my um.. preferences. :)) I&amp;nbsp;realized that as long as the dude cares for the girl like really really much then that's really all that matters. Really. Doesn't matter if he's gorgeous or rich, as long as he cares then you're lucky enough. :D I mean I realized I don't really think the Prince Charmings are that charming. Plus they all look alike. :)) They just differ in hair length and color. :)) Anyways not the point. I&amp;nbsp;mean movies are also changing. Girls don't fall for the hot guy anymore, usually with the best friend or the geek or something. My friend also told me that it's the time of the geeks, with Chuck and all that. I'm not saying I'm looking for Chucks now. But really, Sara chose Chuck over Bryce. (spell check?) Well not really but I&amp;nbsp;mean I&amp;nbsp;think Sara and Chuck means a lot more than Sara and Bryce. Just because Chuck really does care about Sara, makes all the difference. Amazing. Just like Rosalie's case, she was abused/almost murdered by her rich and gorgeous fiance while her friend settled with a carpenter and is blissfully happy. Which would you pick, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whatever. Random thoughts. Oh yeaah. I forgot to share my happiest discovery today! The McDo Coke Freeze! Amazing!!! I thought I'd never ever get to drink Koolee again. When I saw the poster maygaalleee, I was literally bursting with joy.&amp;nbsp;Koolee has always been my comfort um, drink. I&amp;nbsp;miss it so much... I&amp;nbsp;drink it whenever I&amp;nbsp;get depressed, in case you didn't know. I drink it everyday. Sometimes, I&amp;nbsp;don't notice I'm depressed until I've drunk three cups already by lunch. It always made me happy and it was removed from the caf. Dark times, dark times. :)) I'll always try to buy Coke Freeze now. I&amp;nbsp;hope it's not just for summer. I&amp;nbsp;just wish they'd make the cup smaller. I&amp;nbsp;always buy small Koolee before coz I hate it when it melts. Ohwell, worth it anyways. Woow. Woohoo. Coke Freeze!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there. :D :))&lt;br /&gt;I just want to repeat posting this quote here. I&amp;nbsp;already did in one of my posts somewhere here. :D It just makes a lot more sense these past few days, not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;quot;Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, slowly drew together these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy electricity of passion, these two souls which were laden with love as two clouds are laden with lightning, and which were bound to overflow and mingle in a look like the clouds in a flash of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glance has been so much abused in love romances that it has finally fallen into disrepute.  One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two beings fell in love because they looked at each other.  That is the way people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; way.  The rest is nothing, but the rest comes afterwards.  Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of that spark.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Les Miserables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the abridged version was definitely a lot shorter and different, but this is beautiful just the same. :D The first paragraph I&amp;nbsp;just saw and decided it's definitely worth quoting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>turn</title>
    <published>2009-05-13T08:12:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T08:12:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img align="middle" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/x1jbs0.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to explain something which I&amp;nbsp;cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the islands are just too far apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>buzzinga!</title>
    <published>2009-05-13T07:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-13T07:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;same old, same old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to watch Exiled last Monday. I was expecting to laugh my head off because I&amp;nbsp;was expecting it to be like Simple Life or the movie with Hilary Duff and Haylie Duff where they're rich then they suddenly became&amp;nbsp; bankrupt. Well something like that. I&amp;nbsp;was wrong, well I&amp;nbsp;really liked it. :)) I was expecting the girl to be so spoiled and all. Well supposedly she is, but not that awful. She actually took my favorite line as of now pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite line: &lt;strong&gt;Daddy and I&amp;nbsp;are sending you to the jungles of Panama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've seen how that was said. Anwyays, she just smiled. She didn't even cry. The whole trip there, she didn't cry. She's always smiling and laughing. She's so perky and friendly. She actually didn't seem very scared. Very cool. I&amp;nbsp;like her. Well I wasn't able to finish the episode so I'm not sure how it ended. So yeah. Anyways, the Panama girl there who was mainly her guide/teacher/friend there was her same age and she was a woman. That's how they put it. They want to teach this exiled girl how to be a woman. And they are women. I&amp;nbsp;mean they cut banana trees, walk barefoot for long distances, carry heavy baskets over those long distances. Amazing. It's just amazing how different sixteen year olds there compared to sixteen year olds in the US and even here. Come to think of it maybe there are sixteen year olds here as tough as her. Toodeedoo. I found it really cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well yeah. You should try watching it. Um, what else is on my mind? Hmm... I'm irritated that there aren't many links for the latest Gossip Girl episode, plus the one in Megavideo's not complete. :| Even for 90210... Ahwell. Um, oh yeah, I got to watch Prisonbreak again. In Star World. One of my favorite shows ever. But season 3 kinda bored me. I had this DVD&amp;nbsp;of Season 3 but it wasn't complete. So I&amp;nbsp;remember stopping at the episode where they guy he's helping to escape (I can't even remember his name now.) almost escaped with a helicopter. I&amp;nbsp;don't remember the rest. Well, I miss watching the series. I&amp;nbsp;mean I&amp;nbsp;loved it. Really really much. Plus I&amp;nbsp;love Wentworth Miller. Hmm. I&amp;nbsp;think I'm more in love with his character. :)) He's a genius. Maygalleee. Amazing. So maybe it's a little exaggerated :))&amp;nbsp;but whatever, he's soo cool. :)) And I&amp;nbsp;saw this upcoming series Glee, I think it's gonna be nice, so yeah, I&amp;nbsp;wonder when it'll come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I&amp;nbsp;wanted to share something else but I'm not in such a good mood to blog I guess. Waa, where are the links?? :| Megavideo, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunny then rainy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>rock n' roll</title>
    <published>2009-05-10T07:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-10T12:47:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You've prolly seen this advertisement before in my&amp;nbsp;Multiply or Facebook but I&amp;nbsp;shall repeat it here again. :))&lt;br /&gt;Please text me [stating your name] or leave me a message with your cell number in my YM&amp;nbsp;or in Multiply. &lt;u&gt;My contacts have disappeared&lt;/u&gt;, well not all of it. But a great deal of it and I've probably lost yours. Yeah. So please do give me your number. I&amp;nbsp;promise that this is not just some way for me to get someone's number secretly or something. Really. So yeah, I'd really really really appreciate it if you help me restore my phonebook. Thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stop reading now if you want to, that was only the urgent part. The rest will be just ranting about this whole losing my contacts thing. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this hasn't happened to me before. Yeah. I always get my old contacts when I&amp;nbsp;buy a new sim or phone. I&amp;nbsp;always get to transfer everyone. I did too, this time. All my contacts were copied. The sim-contacts were easily copied. As for the phone-contacts, I manually transferred all of them. My phone-contacts is more than twice my sim-contacts. Now, for a very very long story [which I&amp;nbsp;refuse to share since it might boggle you too much or make me look stupid] the phone-contacts went poof in the air. No way of retrieving them, I think. Yeah. I&amp;nbsp;tried everything already. So anyways, it's just sad really that I lost my contacts at this particular moment in time. :)) I&amp;nbsp;mean, you know, the whole new page of my life thing? Since I'm entering college and all. I'm gonna say goodbye to so many of my high school friends. Well, let's just say, I'm gonna say seeyousoons :)) (A teacher told me once that you only say goodbye when you're never ever gonna see that person again.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for my really really close friends, I'm sure I can retrieve their numbers of course. It's because I'm in touch with them, or they'll text me sooner or later, or I&amp;nbsp;can call them or something. Well you get it. But for some people, even though we're not close and I had your number, and since we're not close, there's a lesser chance for me seeing you soon, it's just kinda sad you know. Right now, even though I&amp;nbsp;already emailed a lot of people, well all of my Multiply contacts, I&amp;nbsp;know there'll still be some people who I just won't be able to reach. And yeah, I&amp;nbsp;know I'm not a texting person and all, and chances are I'd probably not text most of these people soon enough... it's still nice to know that when you need to talk to them they're just a phone call away. Yeah. So cliche, but true. I&amp;nbsp;mean I&amp;nbsp;just don't want them to be erased you know. For some people, this is all I've got to &amp;quot;reaching them&amp;quot;, and now that they're erased, it feels like they've been completely erased from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeayea. I'm totally overreacting. But whatever. I'm feeling so sentimental and all pa naman these past few days. It's just kinda sad. So yeah. I'd talk about a lot of other stuff and all but I'm kinda down. :| :)) Yeah. I'm slowly moving out of denial stage. Ohnoooes. :(( Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over,&lt;br /&gt; I want to know right now what will it be&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,&lt;br /&gt; Will it be yes or will it be...sorry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I&amp;nbsp;know I&amp;nbsp;know, my signature thing has a white background. I'm gonna fix it, sometime. For now, pretend that it blends with the original background. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y170/timmy709/namecopy.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>between turquoise and periwinkle</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T07:24:00Z</published>
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