<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:48:52.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna die alone without you here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7724676619913363829</id><published>2008-09-06T00:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:33:07.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back, but just for now!</title><content type='html'>Why hello, faithful reader (lamest thing to say, I swear). It has been almost five months since my last blog entry. To those who still actually read this (or those who have just begun, pertaining to Nicholas), this is for you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures. (Picture vomit ova heaaarre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjvaxtUFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oq8sPYOP3AM/s1600-h/P1030575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjvaxtUFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oq8sPYOP3AM/s320/P1030575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581107528781906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjv8gSngI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OF8sad3_RUA/s1600-h/P1030588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjv8gSngI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OF8sad3_RUA/s320/P1030588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581116582534658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so these two up above were taken in March this year. I was diagnosed with appendicitis! I look pretty weird in the pictures. Haha. Oh, the second one is with Chee Tong, my sister's ex-boyfriend. He visited! Not for me though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjwFPmwBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ElYJqdZTeLM/s1600-h/School+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjwFPmwBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ElYJqdZTeLM/s320/School+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581118928470034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aww, best friend :*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjwPpceVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AXLGBDZcIsw/s1600-h/tyt+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjwPpceVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AXLGBDZcIsw/s320/tyt+205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581121721203026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjwXghxDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/4GZq-wtfyi4/s1600-h/School+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjwXghxDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/4GZq-wtfyi4/s320/School+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581123831284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The three up there. Sophomore year in Poveda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then these... I went to Punta Fuego with Ina, Betina, JV, Blink, Keisha and Dan.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the beach but I loved the company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVCFBp_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/uZG-GFmj-Cw/s1600-h/fuego+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVCFBp_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/uZG-GFmj-Cw/s320/fuego+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582853245577202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVNxwuII/AAAAAAAAAjk/e5aWkCfn7EA/s1600-h/fuego+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVNxwuII/AAAAAAAAAjk/e5aWkCfn7EA/s320/fuego+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582856386001026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Betina, Me, Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVf2sM9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/pBrxQk_5_Dg/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVf2sM9I/AAAAAAAAAjs/pBrxQk_5_Dg/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582861238514642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan, Blink, Keisha, JV, Me, Ina, Betina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVS84ISI/AAAAAAAAAj0/NpiUBUeJ3Us/s1600-h/fuego+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVS84ISI/AAAAAAAAAj0/NpiUBUeJ3Us/s320/fuego+136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582857774801186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVoVZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GM9eZ3rhC-o/s1600-h/fuego+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFlVoVZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GM9eZ3rhC-o/s320/fuego+139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582863514816994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm looking for more pictures to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OKAY HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior year so far. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmU4SB5NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TmriCjjd-_0/s1600-h/n543293302_787953_2929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmU4SB5NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/TmriCjjd-_0/s320/n543293302_787953_2929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583950127391954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVE4OR5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/s58y5FDe0_8/s1600-h/n543293302_787954_8622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVE4OR5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/s58y5FDe0_8/s320/n543293302_787954_8622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583953508812690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVTqmZqI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NQgo3T2VX7s/s1600-h/n543293302_787955_3416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVTqmZqI/AAAAAAAAAkU/NQgo3T2VX7s/s320/n543293302_787955_3416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583957478205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVeHlgmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/y7KIj6EiAk4/s1600-h/n543293302_787956_8132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVeHlgmI/AAAAAAAAAkc/y7KIj6EiAk4/s320/n543293302_787956_8132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583960284136034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVq0HH_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/l7cGgTptCdg/s1600-h/n543293302_787957_3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFmVq0HH_I/AAAAAAAAAkk/l7cGgTptCdg/s320/n543293302_787957_3691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242583963692113906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Paula, Milka, Alissa, Czerine (in front), Cath, Audrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnjj9JI0I/AAAAAAAAAks/Sflvs6XKDTA/s1600-h/IMGP0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnjj9JI0I/AAAAAAAAAks/Sflvs6XKDTA/s320/IMGP0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585301880742722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maia, Denise, Me. I bought a pregnancy test kit! Not that I did anything nasty. It was for film thing. Haha. The saleslady looked at me pretty weird when I asked for one. :P Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photobooth! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnj1u239I/AAAAAAAAAk0/nbJ2Km4DhLg/s1600-h/zedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnj1u239I/AAAAAAAAAk0/nbJ2Km4DhLg/s320/zedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585306652663762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnkAJTQSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dun9m95sBVY/s1600-h/Photo-313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnkAJTQSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/dun9m95sBVY/s320/Photo-313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585309447930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnkalCFMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JUe3V268Arw/s1600-h/ZPhoto-342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnkalCFMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JUe3V268Arw/s320/ZPhoto-342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585316543567042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnkn8yp6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/9NZlhj2pLWA/s1600-h/IMGP0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFnkn8yp6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/9NZlhj2pLWA/s320/IMGP0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585320132880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Renzo, Jill's little brother. He is the cutest 5-year old I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photobooth once more! With Ina and Audrey this time. We took these pictures before going to Greed. Greed was... eventful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofKxFvuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZBRDvL9p5fQ/s1600-h/Photo-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofKxFvuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZBRDvL9p5fQ/s320/Photo-47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586325911453410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofQVE06I/AAAAAAAAAlc/kGsj5EKewQo/s1600-h/Photo-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofQVE06I/AAAAAAAAAlc/kGsj5EKewQo/s320/Photo-49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586327404565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofWaoTAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cXpVuS_LHWk/s1600-h/Photo-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofWaoTAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cXpVuS_LHWk/s320/Photo-50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586329038474242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofgsvaAI/AAAAAAAAAls/tFf7LveFls0/s1600-h/Photo-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofgsvaAI/AAAAAAAAAls/tFf7LveFls0/s320/Photo-60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586331798792194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofgxUwCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/flmdKGAidsE/s1600-h/Photo-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFofgxUwCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/flmdKGAidsE/s320/Photo-61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586331818016802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpLvx0f1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/puZbPrXLHtI/s1600-h/Photo-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpLvx0f1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/puZbPrXLHtI/s320/Photo-63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587091760873298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpL94kTkI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8hiIQ221BEg/s1600-h/Photo-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpL94kTkI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8hiIQ221BEg/s320/Photo-66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587095547268674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpLwbVvXI/AAAAAAAAAmM/VaxBwfZsX6g/s1600-h/Photo-67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpLwbVvXI/AAAAAAAAAmM/VaxBwfZsX6g/s320/Photo-67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587091935018354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpMAMX95I/AAAAAAAAAmU/0s5MOBOyvfw/s1600-h/Photo-83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpMAMX95I/AAAAAAAAAmU/0s5MOBOyvfw/s320/Photo-83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587096167217042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpMTBp2RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/BS7UEnKdMds/s1600-h/Photo-87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFpMTBp2RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/BS7UEnKdMds/s320/Photo-87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242587101222525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAH. Should I stop here? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car pictures. This is my sister, Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcFwu1YI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ngqXxurL3S8/s1600-h/zDSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcFwu1YI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ngqXxurL3S8/s320/zDSC04824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242588472051422594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcUHN2iI/AAAAAAAAAms/5oDDcfRO-Q4/s1600-h/zDSC048262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcUHN2iI/AAAAAAAAAms/5oDDcfRO-Q4/s320/zDSC048262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242588475903826466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcfwE1xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qeuKxGMHnnc/s1600-h/zDSC04830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcfwE1xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qeuKxGMHnnc/s320/zDSC04830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242588479027992338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcjh-itI/AAAAAAAAAm8/7LE1mCn5O1M/s1600-h/zDSC04829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcjh-itI/AAAAAAAAAm8/7LE1mCn5O1M/s320/zDSC04829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242588480042601170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcxcG2MI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mvY9Qf0z4HE/s1600-h/zDSC04831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFqcxcG2MI/AAAAAAAAAnE/mvY9Qf0z4HE/s320/zDSC04831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242588483776075970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA the fes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class practice! Sometime in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0QK4ixI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MU7lsjgnWv8/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0QK4ixI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MU7lsjgnWv8/s320/DSC03574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242589986673953554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole, Denise, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0X-PzbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/XSBGxFpB08Q/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0X-PzbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/XSBGxFpB08Q/s320/DSC03582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242589988768435634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Risa, Nicole, Me, Paula, Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0hJQJQI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Rp-3Qg5VUoM/s1600-h/DSC03585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0hJQJQI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Rp-3Qg5VUoM/s320/DSC03585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242589991230514434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0kzRYeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cPwpT8LSbGE/s1600-h/DSC03612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0kzRYeI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cPwpT8LSbGE/s320/DSC03612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242589992212062690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0rTErcI/AAAAAAAAAns/JqwgBxVYhG0/s1600-h/DSC03619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFr0rTErcI/AAAAAAAAAns/JqwgBxVYhG0/s320/DSC03619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242589993956060610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lovely class officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsx8VL2FI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tAVM1EwHeAg/s1600-h/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsx8VL2FI/AAAAAAAAAn0/tAVM1EwHeAg/s320/DSC03644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591046500341842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammmmantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyHF8lsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LU_99Qrs5dE/s1600-h/DSC03654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyHF8lsI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LU_99Qrs5dE/s320/DSC03654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591049389217474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyUxcS8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/B70zTgaWEdk/s1600-h/DSC03663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyUxcS8I/AAAAAAAAAoE/B70zTgaWEdk/s320/DSC03663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591053061311426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyW7L1gI/AAAAAAAAAoM/100Z_DjSaPk/s1600-h/DSC03670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyW7L1gI/AAAAAAAAAoM/100Z_DjSaPk/s320/DSC03670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591053639046658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyqpwS-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/73hJP1j6jkw/s1600-h/DSC03672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFsyqpwS-I/AAAAAAAAAoU/73hJP1j6jkw/s320/DSC03672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591058934647778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maia, Paula, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFtH063udI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AVy2QbakaL8/s1600-h/DSC03676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFtH063udI/AAAAAAAAAoc/AVy2QbakaL8/s320/DSC03676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242591422468045266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pictures did I upload? Haha. Good night y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7724676619913363829?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7724676619913363829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7724676619913363829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7724676619913363829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7724676619913363829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-back-but-just-for-now.html' title='I am back, but just for now!'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/SMFjvaxtUFI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oq8sPYOP3AM/s72-c/P1030575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6003270908325106800</id><published>2008-04-16T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:34:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>um. hey?</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's not like anyone is going to read this but heck do I care. What am I doing, anyway? Every day's the same. Same old routine: Sleep, eat anything and everything I can possibly get my sausagey fingers on, guitar (god, I wish that were a verb already), look at crap and chat with crap online, punch piano keys (playing actually, but sounds otherwise), watch American Idol and secretly root for Jason Castro/David Cook, gain visible weight, and sit around waiting for something meaningful to happen O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, life sucks. (harakiri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I SAYING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Sooo summer isn't going so well, can't you tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6003270908325106800?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6003270908325106800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6003270908325106800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-hey.html' title='um. hey?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1502548785554690098</id><published>2007-12-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:06:35.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for maica</title><content type='html'>Crete – 1800 B.C.&lt;br /&gt;1. arable land&lt;br /&gt;2. surrounding water&lt;br /&gt;3. easy to move around – Asia Minor, Mesopotamia, Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minoan Civilization&lt;br /&gt;- polytheism – adapted&lt;br /&gt;- Traders – Asia Minor, Mesopotamia, and Egypt&lt;br /&gt;- Frescoes are water colored paintings. Dolphins : water = important to them&lt;br /&gt;- Aegean sea – water supply&lt;br /&gt;- Farmers&lt;br /&gt;- Influences from others&lt;br /&gt;- Palace at Knossos – showed how advanced they were&lt;br /&gt;- Monarchial system&lt;br /&gt;Fall: conquered by Mycenaeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mycenaen kingdom – Indo-Europeans&lt;br /&gt;- conquered Minoa&lt;br /&gt;- Sea trades – Sicily, Egypt, Mesopotamia, Italy&lt;br /&gt;- Trojan War – conflict between Mycenae and Troy (in Turkey)&lt;br /&gt;- Lived in separate city-states (fortresses to ensure protection and safety) led by warrior-king&lt;br /&gt;- Learned art of writing from Minoans&lt;br /&gt;- Dorians invaded – easy to put Mycenae down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berring Strait&lt;br /&gt;- owned by Troy&lt;br /&gt;- for people to cross, they had to ask permission&lt;br /&gt;- people wanted to own the strait&lt;br /&gt;- Trojan war – weakened Mycenae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorians – barbaric people&lt;br /&gt;- conquered Mycenae and made them slaves&lt;br /&gt;- ignored achievements of Mycenae&lt;br /&gt;- Mycenaeans abandoned the civilization and started their own POLISES&lt;br /&gt;- This was the Dark Age of Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polises/City-states&lt;br /&gt;- Monarchy&lt;br /&gt;- Aristocracy&lt;br /&gt;- Oligarchy – country ruled by few rich/elite people&lt;br /&gt;- Military technology – iron weapons cheaper than bronze weapons and used by the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;- Phalanx – massive formation, new method of fighting&lt;br /&gt;- Small population – better control of city-states; limited&lt;br /&gt;- Monarchy -&gt; Oligarchy – opened doors to ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;- Politically and militarily motivated&lt;br /&gt;- Parthenon – Athena&lt;br /&gt;- Religious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spartans – military government; had 2 kings&lt;br /&gt;- healthy women – healthy babies – healthy warriors&lt;br /&gt;- Spartan boys endure lifetime training (7-years old)&lt;br /&gt;- Isolated themselves from Greeks – more on warring&lt;br /&gt;- Consulted Council of elders&lt;br /&gt;- Women had the right to inherit property&lt;br /&gt;- Men – to be married at 20-years old&lt;br /&gt;- Council of Ephors – real power&lt;br /&gt;- Military virtues, discipline and skills&lt;br /&gt;- Helots – populated Sparta, Dorian slaves, control military government&lt;br /&gt;- Retire at 60-years old to the council of Elders/Ephors or part of assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens&lt;br /&gt;- monarchy -&gt; oligarchy&lt;br /&gt;- nobles chose Chief officials/ ARCHONS as leaders&lt;br /&gt;- women did not have equal rights, no place in society and women &lt;&gt; democracy&lt;br /&gt;- people became mad because they had no say in the government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- foreign artisans&lt;br /&gt;- merchants – lowest class&lt;br /&gt;- soldiers&lt;br /&gt;- SOLON – an Archon who granted citizenship (men) to foreigners, economic reforms, encouraged export of wine and olive oil, outlawed debt slavery&lt;br /&gt;- Giving importance to people – legislative (law making body)&lt;br /&gt;- Political rights&lt;br /&gt;- Tyrants – take power by force&lt;br /&gt;- Pisistratus – helped farmers, building projects for ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;- Cleisthenes – put up council of 500, legislature&lt;br /&gt;- Women education – sports, literature, math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persian Wars&lt;br /&gt;Cause: Ionia&lt;br /&gt;Battle of Marathon -&gt; Battle of Thermopylae -&gt; Battle of Salamis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of Marathon&lt;br /&gt;- Athenians won battle&lt;br /&gt;- Persians went back to get more people and weapons&lt;br /&gt;- Themistocles built fleet of warships and prepared other defenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of Thermopylae&lt;br /&gt;- Persians won because of the small number of Spartans that protected Sparta&lt;br /&gt;- After defeating, Persians marched South and burned Athens, but it was empty (city)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of Salamis&lt;br /&gt;- Athenians won&lt;br /&gt;- Athenians led the Persians into the strait of Salamis&lt;br /&gt;- Warships had rowers – drove into Persian boats&lt;br /&gt;- Greek city-states defeated Persians (Asia Minor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeks celebrated&lt;br /&gt;Persians were shamed and demoralized warriors&lt;br /&gt;- period of Xerxes ended, reached the golden age (Pericles or Hellenic age)&lt;br /&gt;City-states – friendships/alliances headed by Persians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delian league&lt;br /&gt;- pay tribute/taxes to Athens&lt;br /&gt;- protect/defend each other&lt;br /&gt;- dictating how to lead government (Athens)&lt;br /&gt;- Athens caused Peloponnesian war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peloponnesian War&lt;br /&gt;Delian League (Athens) vs. Peloponnesian League (Sparta)&lt;br /&gt;- refused the idea of Athens taking over&lt;br /&gt;- Polises wanted their independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparta – land/geographical advantage&lt;br /&gt;Polises – did not like Athenians’ abuse, pushing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other city-states sided with the Spartans including the Persians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: when the war ended, Athens lost&lt;br /&gt;- corrupt&lt;br /&gt;- demoralized people&lt;br /&gt;- declined&lt;br /&gt;- cultural center of Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other city-states declined as Athens did because it was the “head”. Small kingdoms were afraid of other unforeseen wars because everyone wanted to be friends with the Spartans. Persians were contented with Spartans winning the war.&lt;br /&gt;- No more democracy&lt;br /&gt;- Implemented strict oligarchy – Spartans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thebes – powerful, defeated Sparta&lt;br /&gt;2. Macedonia led by Philip the Great&lt;br /&gt;Alexander the Great &lt;br /&gt;- conquered Greece, Persia, Asia Minor, Mesopotamia&lt;br /&gt;- spread Greek culture&lt;br /&gt;- studied in Athens and tutored by Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellenistic Period (Pericles) – Alexander the Great&lt;br /&gt;- medicine&lt;br /&gt;- architecture&lt;br /&gt;- literature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostracism&lt;br /&gt;- voting to banish a public figure = threat to democracy&lt;br /&gt;- Citizen wrote name of person on piece of pottery&lt;br /&gt;- live outside the city for 10 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct Democracy – people taking part in the government’s affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demes – Statistics of property and population of Greece for taxation purposes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Greece one of the greatest civilizations?&lt;br /&gt;1. Value of excellence – education was important and the government made programs to ensure excellence. They were taught the importance of excelling.&lt;br /&gt;2. Valued holistic development – people tried new things and explored new fields like military, education, and arts and they also trained politicians.&lt;br /&gt;3. Well-defined government system – people followed the government and the people and the government both dedicated time serving Greece (mostly government)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools of learning – Persia and Turkey; these schools had museums and gardens also – spread by Alexandria (Alexander?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1502548785554690098?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1502548785554690098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1502548785554690098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1502548785554690098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1502548785554690098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-maica.html' title='for maica'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3513820608627543995</id><published>2007-10-20T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:49:50.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light up the sky</title><content type='html'>October is passing so fast! The interaction with Ateneo on Thursday was better than I expected. My partner was Kyle Gonzalez. I got a CD with awesome songs.&lt;br /&gt;And then the field trip to Subic the next day which is like 92394 kilometers away from school? We fed jumping crocodiles and prowling tigers some chicken. We also went to Ocean Adventure (sucked, so did the food but the dolphins were koolz) and Science and Technology Center. It was most fun on the way back because we watched Click and Happy Feet which I memorized so the whole time I was singing and reciting the lines. We got back to school at like 9 in the evening. Dead tired when I got in the van. Jollibee, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's watching Happy Feet now. I guess it's obvious why I memorize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3513820608627543995?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3513820608627543995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3513820608627543995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3513820608627543995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3513820608627543995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/10/light-up-sky.html' title='light up the sky'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7088756917517761764</id><published>2007-10-11T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:10:53.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is like a role that we play</title><content type='html'>I was watching Barney and Friends going to school this morning and I remembered that I had a crush on Michael when I was like what, 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rw4nrwIJkoI/AAAAAAAAAis/OmsFzYM8lCQ/s1600-h/a042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rw4nrwIJkoI/AAAAAAAAAis/OmsFzYM8lCQ/s320/a042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120073458973774466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7088756917517761764?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7088756917517761764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7088756917517761764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7088756917517761764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7088756917517761764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-is-like-role-that-we-play.html' title='love is like a role that we play'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rw4nrwIJkoI/AAAAAAAAAis/OmsFzYM8lCQ/s72-c/a042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6939293393129698700</id><published>2007-10-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:51:39.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if they're really just friends why wouldn't you choose me over them</title><content type='html'>HI. I DON'T HAVE CLASSES TOMORROW BECAUSE THERE'S A PARENT-TEACHER CONFERENCE AND I'M GETTING MY GRADES FOR THE PREVIOUS TRIMESTER. I'M NERVOUS BUT KINDA FEELING OKAY BECAUSE I'M NEW AND ALL... BUT THEN I DON'T WANNA GET KICKED OUT, DO I? GOD, PLEASE HELP ME FEEL FINE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T HAVE CLASSES ON FRIDAY EITHER BECAUSE OF THE END OF RAMADAN CELEBRATION. LISTEN TO ALL THAT WE NEEDED BY THE PLAIN WHITE T'S. YOU'LL GET WHY I'M TELLING YOU TO... GO!&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME NICE SONGS. I NEED NICE, NEW, UNPOPULAR SONGS PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBYE&lt;br /&gt;(ilu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6939293393129698700?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6939293393129698700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6939293393129698700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6939293393129698700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6939293393129698700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-theyre-really-just-friends-why.html' title='if they&apos;re really just friends why wouldn&apos;t you choose me over them'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8806522545188258269</id><published>2007-10-06T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:39:53.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when my soap drops</title><content type='html'>PK wanted me to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoked. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Consumed alcohol. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Kissed someone of the same sex. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Had sex. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Had someone in your room other than family. [x]&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched porn. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Bought porn. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;10. Done drugs. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken painkillers. [x]&lt;br /&gt;2. Taken someone else's prescription medicine. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Lied to your parents. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Lied to a friend. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Been to rehab. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Done something illegal. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Cut yourself. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Hurt someone. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Been to a club. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Seen someone die.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missed curfew. [x]&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed out all night. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Been to a therapist. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Snuck out of the house. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Dyed your hair. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Received a ticket. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Been in an accident. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;9. Wished someone to die. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Been to a bar. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been to a wild party. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Been to a Mardi Gras parade. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Drank more than four beers in a night. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a spring break in Florida. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Sniffed anything. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Wore black nail polish. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Wore arm bands. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Wore t-shirts with band names. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Listened to rap. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Owned a 50 Cent CD. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dressed Gothic. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Dressed prep.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Dressed punk. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Dressed grunge. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Stole something. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Been too drunk to remember anything. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Blacked out. [x]&lt;br /&gt;8. Fainted. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Had a crush on a neighbor. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Snuck into someone else's room. [x]&lt;br /&gt;2. Had a crush on your friend. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Been to a concert. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Dry-humped someone. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;5. Been called a slut. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;6. Called someone a slut. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Installed speakers in your car.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Broken a mirror. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Showered at someone of the opposites sex's house. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Consider/Considered Ludacris your favorite rapper. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen an R-rated movie in theater. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Cruised the mall. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Skipped school. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Had surgery. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Had an injury. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Gone to court. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Caught something on fire. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Lied about your age. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Owned/rented an apartment.[ ]&lt;br /&gt;2. Broke the law in the police's presence. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Made out with someone who had a gf/bf. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;4. Got in trouble with the police. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked to a stranger. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Hugged a stranger. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed a stranger. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Rode in the car with a stranger. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Been harassed. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;10. Been verbally harassed. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Met face-to-face with someone you met online. [x]&lt;br /&gt;2. Stayed online for 5 hours straight. [x]&lt;br /&gt;3. Talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight. [x]&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched TV for 5 hours straight. [x]&lt;br /&gt;5. Been to a fair. [x]&lt;br /&gt;6. Been called a bad influence. [x]&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink and drive. [ ]&lt;br /&gt;8. Prank-called someone. [x]&lt;br /&gt;9. Laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex. [x]&lt;br /&gt;10. Cheated on a test. [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: &lt;u&gt;57&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If You Have Less Then 10.. write [I'm a Goody Goody.]&lt;br /&gt;-If You Have More Than 10.. write [I'm still a goody goody.]&lt;br /&gt;-If You Have more Than 20..write [I'm average.]&lt;br /&gt;-If You Have More Than 30..write [I'm a bad kid.]&lt;br /&gt;-If You have more than 40..write [I'm a very bad influence.]&lt;br /&gt;-If You Have more than 50..write [&lt;b&gt;I'm a horrible person&lt;/b&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, really now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8806522545188258269?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8806522545188258269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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took</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RvulEk2VAzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/9uJTsvBxCAs/s1600-h/CIMG6927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RvulEk2VAzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/9uJTsvBxCAs/s320/CIMG6927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114863299838935858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^me, Pauline, Criselle then Tricy and Alissa above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RvulFE2VA0I/AAAAAAAAAic/2xJ6GhqhcyE/s1600-h/DSC08903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RvulFE2VA0I/AAAAAAAAAic/2xJ6GhqhcyE/s320/DSC08903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114863308428870466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Alissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RvulFE2VA1I/AAAAAAAAAik/5jCKNMAE7Sc/s1600-h/09.26.07+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RvulFE2VA1I/AAAAAAAAAik/5jCKNMAE7Sc/s320/09.26.07+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114863308428870482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Fall Out Baboy-ing with Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivals were fun!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Criselle, Alissa and Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7206473716781100593?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7206473716781100593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7819985186676278405</id><published>2007-09-15T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:01:02.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mary without sound</title><content type='html'>It's time to make an entry that won't take me five minutes to type. An entry that you understand without questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exams are over? You'd probably think it's time to 'partay' (I hate that) and stuff but nooo. Not here. Exams just mark the beginning of a new trimester. And before I realize it, my Investigatory Project will be due. Not that it's due anytime soon. But I feel that there's so much to do when I don't even have anything urgent on my list. Let's see. I have to make: Teachers' Day cards (I am &lt;i&gt;supposed to&lt;/i&gt;), do Math, research on breast cancer and Alzheimer's with pictures, and sort my expandable file into obsessive compulsive sections with labels and everything. I don't think I'll write the cards today because I don't &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; that my IT teacher is fun. Or maybe I should start research on breast cancer and Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wh&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;tever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I was sent to the hospital (again) recently. Monday evening, to be exact. It wasn't the stress problem like before. I think it was the clash of caffeine, jalapeño corned beef, milo and staying up late. I'm currently not allowed to drink milk, coffee, and soda. And also not allowed to eat spicy stuff and fruits. Of course, I was able to drink some milk. I can't survive without milk! I get pale. Well, I've had a couple oranges as well. And a pear. But nope, no coffee so far. Only during exams. And they're over, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch. There's something wrong with my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;SMS = Save my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I really want to go to that soiree in my classmate's house later this afternoon. It's with Xavier and I heard the class we're having the soiree with is fun... So, why not? No, I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYZ, it's gonna be a short weekend. I'll just curl up with my guitar singing Blackbird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:57 AM: I almost forgot. Happy birthday, Loz. I love you mucho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7819985186676278405?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7819985186676278405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7819985186676278405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7819985186676278405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7819985186676278405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/09/mary-without-sound.html' title='mary without sound'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2912750309018940155</id><published>2007-09-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:35:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes my hero</title><content type='html'>OYES. GOOD BYE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams, thick reviewers, three jacket-less days, staying up too late, and coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year, new trime, new nail polish (it's yellow-green.. with glitters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Singaporeans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2912750309018940155?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2912750309018940155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2912750309018940155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2912750309018940155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2912750309018940155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-goes-my-hero.html' title='there goes my hero'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7680574092631555715</id><published>2007-09-01T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:33:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut off the top</title><content type='html'>It's been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7680574092631555715?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7680574092631555715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7680574092631555715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7680574092631555715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7680574092631555715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/09/cut-off-top.html' title='cut off the top'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2553008481320890625</id><published>2007-08-19T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:59:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're a bird, i'm a bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Noah: I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, smart, superstitious, brave. And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Allie: You're dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Noah: I could be that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2553008481320890625?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2553008481320890625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2553008481320890625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2553008481320890625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2553008481320890625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-youre-bird-im-bird.html' title='if you&apos;re a bird, i&apos;m a bird'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1492074672287796353</id><published>2007-08-17T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:31:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drizzle kafizzle</title><content type='html'>I was in ATC with my mom, Jeremy, and sister. Cinema area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jeremy needed to pee and so I took him to the Ladies' room. Of course I had to go in the same cubicle as he did, dummy. You know those flushes that uh, 'sense' when you get up and automatically flush? Well, you know. He was standing and he couldn't see that little black button above the sensor. So, I had to point out where it was. I flushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he flushed again which caused the water to rise really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could imagine: Omigodomigodomigod it's overflowing! (shrieks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of the cubicle half shocked and half concealing my brother's specials.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it was my first time to experience an actual overflow in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched Surf's Up after the incident. It was kinda a reason to eat cheese popcorn. I was happy. The movie was actually better than I'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost through with Season 1 of House (gets an EMBOLISM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1492074672287796353?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1492074672287796353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1492074672287796353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1492074672287796353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1492074672287796353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/08/drizzle-kafizzle.html' title='drizzle kafizzle'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4664307642238539445</id><published>2007-08-16T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:43:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live your life til love is found? sure.</title><content type='html'>Classes were suspended during IW yesterday so when I heard the news, I stopped doing everything and packed my stuff. It was 9:35 am. We went down at 9:40 to have recess and assembled along the covered walk. I don't remember why we had to assemble but I was the first in my class to leave. Ats picked me up. We got hungry in the van so we ate my supposedly lunch that day. And I managed to buy a Toblerone cookie and stuff it in the pocket of my windbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept on the road. Most of the time, anyway. We got to their house at 1 pm and had lunch. I helped Michael a bit with History. It was OK. The power was cut for a while but once it was back we were watching Notting Hill and eating Tostitos and salsa :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up halfway the movie and on the way home my muther announced suspension of classes the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I do? Maybe I'll go to the movies and get caught up in traffic on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll stay home and watch House. I've yet to watch all three seasons since I'm stuck in the 5th episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Season 1, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, House it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, enjoy &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=IILoTmIXd7s"&gt;THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4664307642238539445?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4664307642238539445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4664307642238539445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4664307642238539445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4664307642238539445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/08/live-your-life-til-love-is-found-sure.html' title='live your life til love is found? sure.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1411110674850594324</id><published>2007-08-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:36:49.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyuks</title><content type='html'>I swear this is all so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since typhoons are rolling in (and out), classes are expected to be suspended. Well I didn't expect this to happen before a test. JEEEEEEEZ I don't have my textbooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Unsatisfactory marks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1411110674850594324?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1411110674850594324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1411110674850594324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1411110674850594324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1411110674850594324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/08/nyuks.html' title='nyuks'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5436960009661429774</id><published>2007-08-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:45:43.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well I don't</title><content type='html'>Hello, August(ana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5436960009661429774?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5436960009661429774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5436960009661429774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5436960009661429774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5436960009661429774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-i-dont.html' title='well I don&apos;t'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7788369242372425837</id><published>2007-07-28T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:33:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, it's hit me too. honestly, I don't know what's worse: the fact that there won't be anymore Harry Potter series, no more books to anxiously look forward to after 7/21; or perhaps the even more saddening part that there's hardly a series more stunning, compelling, and downright addictive to sink my teeth into. the sad truth? IT'S OVER. give it a week and everyone will be in tears. sure enough, harry's fate is finally revealed to us in Deathly Hallows.. and whatever that is, I can safely say that fans all around the globe will be crying for not this ending, but, well, the ending. the series' ending, that is. I can guarantee I will. think about it; it is the end. and the day all of us mere Muggles will sit on our couches after reading the final book, eating a carton of ice cream and moaning about how "nothing in the world is going to be the same." (sounds like the aftermath a breakup, huh?) some of you--perhaps not the biggest of fans, but all the same--who read this will think, wow, can you really think that? my answer to this is YES, you most certainly can. because when you've really gotten into the series, read and reread each book and heartily criticized (and enjoyed) the movies, browsed Mugglenet.com as well as every other HP fansite known to mankind, participated in a Roleplay and/or written a fanfiction, and maybe you even started your own icon site...in the end, Hogwarts is a home. Harry and Hermione and Ron, and the rest of the crew, are family. it's just something you get attached with, something you'll treasure forever. and someday, us Potter fans will look back on this and remember. we will always remember Harry Potter. we could never forget Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Dumbledore (if he is in fact dead...everyone has his or her own theory), and the others who will fatefully join them. we will always remember the delightfully funny moments with Ron and Hermione, both in the books and movies. (What a cute couple!) we will each have our own memories. we will never forget. it may sound a little dramatic, but so what? we are true HP fanatics, and we're damn proud of it. we stood in line for hours at the premiere and in bookstores (which we'll soon be doing in a few days, I'm sure). we went crazy during the Harry/Cho scene in Order of the Phoenix and squirmed in Goblet of Fire when Daniel went shirtless (oh, the fangirls :D!). we each bought shirts from Hot Topic. we watched Potter Puppet Pals countless times and instantly fell in love with the tune of "The Mysterious TIcking Noise" (it's catchy, isn't it?). we all wish we could transfer to Hogwarts, and meet Fred&amp;George Weasley because they are incredibly hot (please, don't deny this). and the sad part is, it'll soon be over. for now, let's give J.K. Rowling a heartfelt applause for creating this wonderful, captivating series that, for some, brought us out of our misery (and boredom too. at least, in my case) and for others, entertained beyond reason (oh, most definitely). let's face it--Harry Potter has changed the world, and changed us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really over, isn't it? excuse me while I have a good cry.&lt;br /&gt;- by allyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. I am saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RqsbZ2Zei_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/-HGcQhRh79w/s1600-h/z99357889.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RqsbZ2Zei_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/-HGcQhRh79w/s320/z99357889.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092193934585531378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7788369242372425837?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7788369242372425837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7788369242372425837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7788369242372425837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7788369242372425837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-its-hit-me-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RqsbZ2Zei_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/-HGcQhRh79w/s72-c/z99357889.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5720567931291863783</id><published>2007-07-28T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:28:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know do you know do you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Inglesia's videos always involve touching girls.&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; hot. This video is nice but the high school sweetheart part is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5720567931291863783?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5720567931291863783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5720567931291863783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5720567931291863783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5720567931291863783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-know-do-you-know-do-you-know.html' title='do you know do you know do you know'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5132490095789615217</id><published>2007-07-26T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:56:17.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she held your eyes</title><content type='html'>Things that have happened since the last time I blogged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finished reading the final book of Harry Potter. I don't like spoiling things for people unless they really don't care. Hello, it's the final book? Who won't care. Well my sister didn't care after&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DLSU lost to Ateneo. Ha. I'm a Lasallian but I'm not THAT loyal. I still love La Salle though :B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had some oral cast thing. Braces are expected very soon :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hid my cellphone in Maia's coffee mug during unexpected inspection. I stopped bringing my cellphone after that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I failed trying to persuade people to attend Poveda's movie premiere of Surf's Up (sounds pretty gay) tomorrow for 250 bucks a ticket and so Maica and I planned to watch the Simpson's or Ratatouille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some girl got my all pissed by stealing my puto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I promised I'd blog after Harry Potter, Patring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5132490095789615217?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5132490095789615217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5132490095789615217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5132490095789615217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5132490095789615217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-held-your-eyes.html' title='she held your eyes'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7805555414496473718</id><published>2007-07-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T06:50:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wowow</title><content type='html'>Never mind the pain in my gut. Never mind the stress that caused the pain in my gut. Never mind spending my Friday the 13th in the clinic. Never mind getting rushed to the emergency room. Never mind the crying baby in the next room. Never mind all the dry, chewable medicine. Never mind the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great because I still got to watch Harry Potter after everything :B&lt;br /&gt;He has a big fat muscular neck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7805555414496473718?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7805555414496473718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7805555414496473718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7805555414496473718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7805555414496473718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/wowow.html' title='wowow'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3450831357041475854</id><published>2007-07-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T06:46:39.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, patsy k.</title><content type='html'>Today was such a hassle. I had to fit my palm-thick World History textbook into my bag (which I had to sling over my right shoulder). Then, I had to sling my heavy guitar over my already suffering left shoulder. I am not exaggerating. My shoulder muscles are aching to tears at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PE was fun. I was the lightest girl in the group so I was the one carried throughout the entire game of Peri-peri. I was playing soccer with Kat and when I tried to catch the ball, my fingers bent and the ball bounced on my head. I didn't fall back or anything but I was hell dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Patpat&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3450831357041475854?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3450831357041475854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3450831357041475854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3450831357041475854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3450831357041475854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-you-patsy-k.html' title='I love you, patsy k.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-318179203656420442</id><published>2007-07-07T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:12:18.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erase myself</title><content type='html'>OMG, I could not be less bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all left me at home. My sister's in school and my parents are with Jeremy to attend family day. I thought I'd get up just in time for lunch but I got up just before &lt;b&gt;breakfast&lt;/b&gt;. Ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched reruns of the Tyra Show and Kim Possible,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stalked people's blogs, Multiplys and Friendsters and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to What I've Done by Linkin Park 300 times. (300, :&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-318179203656420442?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/318179203656420442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=318179203656420442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/318179203656420442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/318179203656420442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/erase-myself.html' title='erase myself'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4523007683564043433</id><published>2007-07-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:20:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wululung</title><content type='html'>Hello, July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our World History session test earlier this week and jeez, we were made to memorize the capitals of big or famous countries. Other stuff too but still, we memorized... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the capitals weren't even covered in the test. COME ON, I KNOW THAT CHAD'S CAPITAL IS N'DJAMENA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time focusing on the capitals when I could've like, memorized all the wonders of the world (including forgotten wonders, i know).&lt;br /&gt;I was texting this guy one night and we were testing if we knew some capitals. Apparently, my way of memorizing is corny. The important thing is, &lt;b&gt;I can&lt;/b&gt; :B ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today passed really fast because of two tests we had consecutively. After school, I went to Pancake House in Galleria with Kat dela Cruz and Allen Hortaleza. We were gossiping as usual about the funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched Transformers?&lt;br /&gt;Shia is cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4523007683564043433?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4523007683564043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4523007683564043433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4523007683564043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4523007683564043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/07/wululung.html' title='wululung'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-80124736272207441</id><published>2007-06-30T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:20:33.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardy bum</title><content type='html'>I see your frown and it's like looking down the barrel of a gun&lt;br /&gt;And it goes off&lt;br /&gt;And out come all these words&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's a very pleasant side to you, a side I much prefer &lt;br /&gt;It's one that laughs and jokes around&lt;br /&gt;Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground&lt;br /&gt;And it was up, up and away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it's right hard to remember that, on a day like today &lt;br /&gt;When you're all argumentative&lt;br /&gt;And you've got the face on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;I thought as much&lt;br /&gt;Cause you turned over there&lt;br /&gt;Pulling that silent disappointment face&lt;br /&gt;The one that I can't bare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-80124736272207441?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/80124736272207441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=80124736272207441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/80124736272207441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/80124736272207441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/mardy-bum.html' title='Mardy bum'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1870379452529935672</id><published>2007-06-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:24:37.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dormir - to sleep.</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be on the computer right now but since I'm guarding my sister's download (don't get me wrong, it's school stuff) I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish was weird today "Señor" (hate saying that) Errol (I know, I know) played his favorite song: Que Hiciste? by Jennifer Lopez... Hahaha... Whateverrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1870379452529935672?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1870379452529935672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1870379452529935672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1870379452529935672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1870379452529935672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/dormir-to-sleep.html' title='dormir - to sleep.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3626626497244472504</id><published>2007-06-16T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:11:32.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooove</title><content type='html'>This is why I love Leena! (I'm chubosaurus, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;gezzwhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing neopets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PATELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaaaaaaat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neopet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have ai ni by cyndi in my itunes :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to it right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;that's just as embarrassing as me loving neopets........ and the backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high fiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez we're hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have no social life either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to meet boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;i feel so boy-deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL DESPO LARHSZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-deprived LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YARXZXZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be surrounded by girls alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i get you [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going through puberbloodyty damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correct lar lianxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG WEEIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puberbloodyty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY SAYING IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;GAGAGAGAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubosaurus says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drain the pressure from the swelling says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly broke the chair lorxz&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not only. There are other stuff too :D But yay, she's my anything-anytime talk person and I love herrrrrrrrrr &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3626626497244472504?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3626626497244472504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3626626497244472504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3626626497244472504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3626626497244472504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-why-i-love-leena-im-chubosaurus.html' title='Loooove'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8163151755845719698</id><published>2007-06-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:15:53.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red is the new black</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE. I missed you, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that when I'm offline, everyone's online. And when I'm online, everyone's offline. I feel. I don't mean everyone, anyway. Just most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Poveda's so fun. The girls are really nice and lambing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, come already :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8163151755845719698?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8163151755845719698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8163151755845719698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8163151755845719698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8163151755845719698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-is-new-black.html' title='Red is the new black'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-884598446363120178</id><published>2007-06-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:21:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so</title><content type='html'>I'm back from goneness. Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach yesterday just to see my Lola's inherited land. We had to go through the bushes (thorny ones, mind you), twigs, long grasses and a whole lot of cow poop just to get a look around the two hectares (more or less) of bushes (thorny ones, mind you), twigs, long grasses and a whole lot of cow poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hike, we went to the water. On the way there we walked through this narrow, empty canal with passages from the sides. There was this house on the left with many scary dogs. Jeremy was in front of me and Michael was behind. Jeremy threw a stick at the dog and it ran really fast towards us. Jeremy and I ran and Michael was forced to run as well. I superly didn't know that I was supposed to stay still! LIKE C'MON IT'S A REFLEX. I do not like dogs that haven't been vaccinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry Michael. You could've been bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/DSC00310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel (my uniform doesn't have white parts and pockets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/DSC00290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy in Heaven and Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/DSC00285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/DSC00313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Ateneo. My year will be interacting with their 2nd years in October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/DSC00368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny you can find in the province&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/DSC00360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty clouds. Pretty grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Photobucket for resizing my pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-884598446363120178?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/884598446363120178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=884598446363120178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/884598446363120178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/884598446363120178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-so.html' title='I feel so'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8285780963138987238</id><published>2007-06-07T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:27:14.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>I am here to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8285780963138987238?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8285780963138987238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8285780963138987238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8285780963138987238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8285780963138987238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7444565254937923812</id><published>2007-06-05T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:46:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents are going to Singapore and then Bangkok. Because they have miles. Well, lucky them, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda excited about tomorrow. When I tried on my blouse, the only button came off. I've removed the nail polish, trimmed my nails and now they look so cute and stubby. I've prepared my stuff and even my hair band. I'm pretty much ready for school except being the one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one, the one, the one.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe it's okay to be the one. Still, I don't want to be the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Blogthings-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Okay Student&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/fish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a well formed palate and a daring appetite. If it's served to you, you'll at least try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are pretty scared of your exotic ways. But once they get a taste of you, they're addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofmeatareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Meat Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic and dreamy, you tend toward the impractical. You have a knack for getting yourself in sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be well though out. You're willing to wait out a bad situation, and you're never too quick to act.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pickup Line Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/pickup.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a map? Cos honey - I just keep gettin lost in your eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/"&gt;The Magical Pick Up Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fortune Cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/fortune-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE A FORTUNE COOKIE PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/pbj.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating style is reserved. You are a bit of a fussy eater, and you have very specific ways you like your food prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food tends to be conservative and traditional. It's likely that you prefer "All American" favorites like mac and cheese or hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you're a little trashy and low class at times. You're definitely more comfortable at a tattoo parlor than the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a tough person who isn't afraid to live life fully. There isn't a lot that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back and extremely easygoing. You never make a fuss, and you try to enjoy every moment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpeanutbutterandjellysandwichsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life is Like The Princess Bride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/bride.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is like a fairy tale - albeit a fairly twisted one.&lt;br /&gt;You believe romance is all about loyalty, fate, and a good  big of goofy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love style: Idealistic yet quirky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Hollywood Ending Will Be: Perfectly romantic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmovieisyourlovelifelikequiz/"&gt;What Movie Is Your Love Life Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Never seen that movie but gee, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Middle Finger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit fragile and dependent on your friends, you're not nearly as hostile as you seem.&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, easy to get along with, and quite serious.&lt;br /&gt;However, you can get angry and fed up with those around you. And you aren't afraid to show it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Index Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Pinky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! This is for working people. The results are funnyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate Like a Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You empathize, talk things out, and express your emotions freely.&lt;br /&gt;You're a good listener, and you're non-judgmental with your advice. &lt;br /&gt;Communication is how you connect with people.&lt;br /&gt;You're always up for a long talk, no matter how difficult the subject matter is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Communicate Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eghhdsdsdsd. I wanna go to Singapore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing:&lt;br /&gt;[BlackHeart](W)- I'dRatherDieThanHaveToSeeYourSmile says:&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;br /&gt;Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness says:&lt;br /&gt;cause i send you songs right&lt;br /&gt;Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;[BlackHeart](W)- I'dRatherDieThanHaveToSeeYourSmile says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. no lah. ily all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7444565254937923812?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7444565254937923812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7444565254937923812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7444565254937923812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7444565254937923812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/grr.html' title='GRR'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-488585835762527577</id><published>2007-06-04T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:06:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lips are chapped once again</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention in my list: Clean off black nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am browsing t-shirts in &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt;. A size S shirt costs USD10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, what I like from what I've seen:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPRtuHfofI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Y9JHg8gJwT8/s1600-h/nothing+rhymes+with+orange.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPRtuHfofI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Y9JHg8gJwT8/s320/nothing+rhymes+with+orange.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072128188753093106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; /&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/462/Nothing_Rhymes_With_Orange"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPSIeHfogI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DVYXv6NZ6zQ/s1600-h/mummy+cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPSIeHfogI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DVYXv6NZ6zQ/s320/mummy+cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072128648314593794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/626/Mummy_Cool"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPTeeHfohI/AAAAAAAAAiE/0q5eClXpLGQ/s1600-h/my+pet+human.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPTeeHfohI/AAAAAAAAAiE/0q5eClXpLGQ/s320/my+pet+human.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072130125783343634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/265/My_Pet_Human"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/268/On_The_Plains"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/280/Grab_Ahold_of_Life"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more but I'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Can I get this?&lt;br /&gt;mom: you have money.&lt;br /&gt;me: I have money? Oh, yes, I have money :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-488585835762527577?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/488585835762527577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=488585835762527577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/488585835762527577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/488585835762527577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-lips-are-chapped-once-again.html' title='My lips are chapped once again'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmPRtuHfofI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Y9JHg8gJwT8/s72-c/nothing+rhymes+with+orange.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1199626005973140280</id><published>2007-06-04T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:26:12.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacing you</title><content type='html'>As my holidays are close to ending, I notice myself getting, er, wider. I tell myself not to worry about this because as I said, holidays are ending. I should be able to get exercise soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to do just before classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy black, white and yellow hair bands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try on my uniform one last time in front of the mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decide which bag to use during orientation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start sleeping earlier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;arrange my breakfast chart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a prepaid card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get over the fact that I might be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1199626005973140280?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1199626005973140280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1199626005973140280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1199626005973140280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1199626005973140280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/replacing-you.html' title='Replacing you'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3570050637467368833</id><published>2007-06-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T23:20:17.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you</title><content type='html'>I didn't do much today, just went to Pricesmart. We saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIH-HfoXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OKrT_OileQc/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIH-HfoXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OKrT_OileQc/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484325910782322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fuji apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIIOHfoYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ayInmlEvXT4/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIIOHfoYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/ayInmlEvXT4/s320/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484330205749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIIeHfoZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QpEUlWEcdds/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIIeHfoZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QpEUlWEcdds/s320/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484334500716946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new face of Koko Krunch. I swear, Koko looks like a monster. Isn't he a koala bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIIuHfoaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_22B3tswHCY/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIIuHfoaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_22B3tswHCY/s320/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484338795684258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pop tarts (missed them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGII-HfobI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XijFy3sb0lo/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGII-HfobI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XijFy3sb0lo/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484343090651570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Barbie dolls - I kinda wanna play with one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIsOHfocI/AAAAAAAAAhc/q7FNMlmEudI/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIsOHfocI/AAAAAAAAAhc/q7FNMlmEudI/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484948681040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Raisinets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIsOHfodI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pewXyf0fgp4/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIsOHfodI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pewXyf0fgp4/s320/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484948681040338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ladies' hidden bralette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIseHfoeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0LYlIEW01mE/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIseHfoeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0LYlIEW01mE/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071484952976007650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is Jeremy, all happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3570050637467368833?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3570050637467368833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3570050637467368833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3570050637467368833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3570050637467368833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-you.html' title='I need you'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RmGIH-HfoXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OKrT_OileQc/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8202189136120329103</id><published>2007-06-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:36:07.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm yooours (by Jason Mraz, not Patricia)</title><content type='html'>Orientation was pretty much enjoyed since I got to see a few of my friends from Spanish class. We ate ensaymada and complained about the lack of incoming students this year. There are only four sections in each level (pretty unusual here since there are about 7-8 in each level in other schools) and 7 incoming students each for both freshie and sophomore years. So one girl from each level will be alone! Ahhh. Hope is the only thing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many Powerpoint presentations on Clubs &amp;amp; Societies, Guidance Counseling, Outreach programs and other stuff. When it came to Guidance Counseling, my mom tapped my shoulder from behind and asked if I remembered Madam Chia. (shudders) hated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the Orientation, my parents and I went to Galleria, which is just across Poveda, to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met up with Michael in Town. His good friend since how many years back was there too. Emerson, right? I don't know if I got the spelling right but it's right on Firefox. Well, Emerson and his brother were there too. They are nice boys. We watched the Pirates of the Caribbean 3. I was kinda confused halfway through the movie but stuff kinda fell into place soon after. The movie ended at 6:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped dinner because of that very big bag of cheese popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my family in Delifrance where they had dinner and after that we went to watch Mr. Bean's Holiday. Yeah, it's done showing in Singapore and later here. Since my sister and I watched the movie in Lance's house, we pretty much knew everything in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the trailers! Too many awesome movies to come like Bourne Ultimatum or Evan Almighty (haha) and yeah, Transformers. Bee Movie looks kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that this is the first time in a long time I explained my day in more detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8202189136120329103?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8202189136120329103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8202189136120329103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8202189136120329103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8202189136120329103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-yooours-by-jason-mraz-not-patricia.html' title='I&apos;m yooours (by Jason Mraz, not Patricia)'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3561809082420912117</id><published>2007-05-31T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:15:04.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Holidaisies</title><content type='html'>Rachel helped me wrap my thick and ugly textbooks with acetate because school's starting in 6 days. I really don't want to be a new student. Just thinking of how I'll be new to everything (again) puts a big frown on my face. It's not the whole "Aww shucks, I hate school" thing. It's really the "I can't believe I don't know anyone again" thing. I know things will get better. It's just the way to better that makes me feel bad. I miss Beatty *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Pancakes, what did you say about daisies again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3561809082420912117?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3561809082420912117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3561809082420912117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3561809082420912117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3561809082420912117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-holidaisies.html' title='Goodbye, Holidaisies'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6877794618569769790</id><published>2007-05-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:48:20.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomed</title><content type='html'>I try not to resort to The Computer whenever I get bored. It's not nice to say your computer's your best friend, right? Here I am, and the computer blatantly seems like my best friend. I've found a million Grey's Anatomy icons over at Livejournal. Livejournal seems nice with the 'moods' and all. I guess I'll stick to Blogger. (See! All the computer talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's nothing to do at home than to play the introduction of How to Save a Life on the piano over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the piano, I recently 'reunited' with it. I played some pieces and yes, *smiles proudly* I've still got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, maybe you don't know but I took piano lessons for two years. I only did because I wanted to be like my ate (Sarah). When she started taking the lessons, she took time and effort to make little piano books for me. She sat with me an hour a day teaching me how to read notes, slapping my back if I'd slouch while playing other silly stuff. She taught me :') Ok, so those weren't the real lessons. I took lessons in this school nearby our house for a year and lessons in Singapore by Aijin(?) for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped because I wasn't inspired to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. My piano story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6877794618569769790?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6877794618569769790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6877794618569769790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6877794618569769790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6877794618569769790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/doomed.html' title='Doomed'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2872840833011395007</id><published>2007-05-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:24:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnks fr th mmrs</title><content type='html'>So I didn't go to Baguio. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry Michael let's do something special next time like a movie with popcorn hinthint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I suggested we'd go to the beach to make good use of the sun. So we did. And the Lees were there too! It was very windy on the beach. We swam and ate like cough pigs. It was fun and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those big waves that make you bob up and down in the water? Well, they're not like those waves that really slap you off your feet. So I was sitting just where the waves were rolling in and slap! the wave slapped me and caused me to roll (yes, roll) to the dry sand. That really hurt. I got salty water up my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stung by a jellyfish! It's kind of a big deal since it was my first time. The first time's always a big deal, right? Yeah, I got stung on my inner left thigh. It hurt a lot. I'm okay now, if you're wondering. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hit the sack. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2872840833011395007?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2872840833011395007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2872840833011395007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2872840833011395007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2872840833011395007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='Thnks fr th mmrs'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8826606475759474259</id><published>2007-05-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:59:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time for everything</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to type this entry really fast because we're leaving soon. A relative passed away and I don't even know he existed. I'm sorry. We're going to his wake now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone just reset itself. All my contacts are lost. Isn't it ironic. I sold my old phone, got a new one and my worst phone-fear happened. To the new one. My parents guessed it's because of the thunderstorm right now. Y'know, surges of energy, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila, an entry typed within a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8826606475759474259?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8826606475759474259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8826606475759474259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8826606475759474259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8826606475759474259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First time for everything'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3125224214912316694</id><published>2007-05-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:13:33.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>by the vagueness in your eyes</title><content type='html'>I didn't have my camera so the pictures I took in the exhibit weren't so clear :| The exhibit was nice, the food was great. Hotdogs and marshmallows really taste good together. So here are the pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8eHfoSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TVV7Wg8wKzk/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8eHfoSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TVV7Wg8wKzk/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068762837063541026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8uHfoTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/uNz5vkHa85w/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8uHfoTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/uNz5vkHa85w/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068762841358508338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I made up-close ._. it's so blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8-HfoUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7cllwUa1A58/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8-HfoUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/7cllwUa1A58/s320/DSC00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068762845653475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance's work and his source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc9OHfoVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EY_JT4uI7mc/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc9OHfoVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EY_JT4uI7mc/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068762849948442962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc9eHfoWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/--Z8BQu1d_U/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc9eHfoWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/--Z8BQu1d_U/s320/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068762854243410274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pancake House for dinner and the whole area's power got cut except for Tropical Hut and Starbucks. So we had a candlelit dinner? Wasn't really great because I got sleepy. You should've seen Jeremy's face when the lights went out. He was terrified! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's watching Cars now and I passed. I watched that movie a thousand times with Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to Baguio with Michael tomorrow. Yes, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3125224214912316694?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3125224214912316694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3125224214912316694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3125224214912316694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3125224214912316694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/by-vagueness-in-your-eyes.html' title='by the vagueness in your eyes'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rlfc8eHfoSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/TVV7Wg8wKzk/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-404406435069893561</id><published>2007-05-24T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:04:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me while I kiss the sky</title><content type='html'>I now know why I've been extra emotional lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeelllll, today I sold my phone *hiccupy sob* while my legs were aching all over. There were two men sitting near where I was standing and I was in so much pain there was practically a sign on my forehead: IN PAIN. No, there wasn't. But I think I looked like I was really uncomfortable. I was already thinking 'be a man, give up your chair!' when one of them spoke. Oh, gays. I decided to not wait for the person to finish checking my phone and wandered off into my favorite parts of the mall. Didn't get to see my 'favorite parts' anyway. I sat down on a bench and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I sold it I went to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supermercado&lt;/span&gt; to buy Jeremy's chicken for his party thing tomorrow. I bought myself a pack of chocolate-covered raisins to make myself feel better :3 Maybe it's the chocolate. Or maybe it's the raisins. Or maybe! it was the ride home. I'll just take all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the art exhibition and I can't wait to see my work framed :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-404406435069893561?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/404406435069893561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=404406435069893561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/404406435069893561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/404406435069893561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/excuse-me-while-i-kiss-sky.html' title='Excuse me while I kiss the sky'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5414383604723052857</id><published>2007-05-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:05:45.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be playmates and lovers</title><content type='html'>My nose hurts already from the constant sneezing, wiping and blowing. Plus, my cough is getting dry (painful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jogged on our treadmill yesterday afternoon and it felt good. I was tired after a while and I figured this was because I hadn't exercised in almost 6 months. So after taking a nice shower, I slumped on the nearest sofa and that, felt good. Well, I missed today's worth of exercise because of this bad cold :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't supposed to use the 3-ply Kleenex tissues. I bought the petite box of Kleenex with nice Disney princesses. This makes me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5414383604723052857?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5414383604723052857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5414383604723052857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5414383604723052857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5414383604723052857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/we.html' title='We&apos;ll be playmates and lovers'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6119615995261910705</id><published>2007-05-19T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:06:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you said you were falling apart I thought you meant that you were falling apart</title><content type='html'>Last night, instead of going to bed I snuck into the bathroom in my orange shirt that said 'Cebu, Philippines', closed the toilet bowl's lid, sat down and read For One More Day by Mitch Albom. I think I was crying towards the end. You find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy broke my phone today. He literally yanked both pieces apart which were connected  by a measly screw. I was angry at Jeremy for a while. He's naughty that way, he knows he's not supposed to do things like that yet he does. I felt so bad about all my contacts and pictures I got all teary.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Patricia cried over her lost contacts and pictures. She also thinks that it isn't something you can't be upset with. Patricia believes that it's okay to cry over it. Hmm, too much third-person talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Town Center to have dinner and try to get my phone repaired. I had to leave my phone so now, I do not have my phone. My source of music during long showers. And I can't even wander off in malls because I can't contact any of my parents. Maybe I even can't live without a cellphone. Actually, it's fine to not be able to. This is the 21st century. This is the Philippines. I could give you a hundred reasons why I should have a phone at all times but let's not get to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching gear, I saw Johann Li at the mall today. He was my classmate in 1st and 3rd grade. Tall and Chinesey. I remembered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some Banana Mocha drink from Starbucks. Wala lang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6119615995261910705?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6119615995261910705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6119615995261910705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-said-you-were-falling-apart-i.html' title='When you said you were falling apart I thought you meant that you were falling apart'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3758802633604309384</id><published>2007-05-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:50:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pararara pararara-rararara</title><content type='html'>I feel rather guilty for not taking Memphis to the vet. He had an appointment on the 7th and I didn't take him. I felt that there wasn't a reason to take the responsibility. Every one said that he was my responsibility. Why? I don't know. They don't really know either. It's just that no one ever noticed that the dog needed to be attended to and I was the only one doing that. But I stopped. No one's reprimanded me yet. I shouldn't wait for that... I  still feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced my parents to take the three of us to the movies this evening. We watched Shrek 3. It's really funny maybe even funnier than the other two put together. I like it when we go to the movies as a family. When we were all younger and Jeremy was still little, we would leave him at home with our yayas on Friday nights and watch some movie. Sometimes only our parents would go. But now we get to watch altogether and I really like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Jeremy would want to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean and I really want to watch that... Maybe with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a reason to sleep at this time but I decided I should. Should because I said so? Yeah. I guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3758802633604309384?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3758802633604309384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3758802633604309384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3758802633604309384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3758802633604309384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/pararara-pararara-rararara.html' title='Pararara pararara-rararara'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4337846383327853221</id><published>2007-05-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:10:01.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>I've been nauseous since that jumbo-sized bag of Cheetos&lt;br /&gt;My tongue's been hurting since the pineapples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4337846383327853221?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4337846383327853221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4337846383327853221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4337846383327853221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4337846383327853221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-786146608257231493</id><published>2007-05-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:35:57.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernabe (br-na-bee for me, anyway)</title><content type='html'>I think Bernabe won the elections as Mayorrr&lt;br /&gt;I think that Paris Hilton was not the creator of the commonly-used expression 'that's hot'. If she thought of it, obviously other people could as well&lt;br /&gt;I think berry knots are unhealthily delicious&lt;br /&gt;I think glittery chrome nail polish looks cool on short nails&lt;br /&gt;I think the last scene in Spiderman 3 was kisslessly boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-786146608257231493?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/786146608257231493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=786146608257231493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/786146608257231493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/786146608257231493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/bernabe-br-na-bee-for-me-anyway.html' title='Bernabe (br-na-bee for me, anyway)'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6308214195468334198</id><published>2007-05-12T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:40:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night. I can't determine if it was good or bad but at one point, I accidentally got burnt in the neck by a lit cigarette. I saw the pain. People often vaguely remember their dreams but I can still remember every detail. The dream kinda started in a wellness center. I tried some facilities and I purposely didn't pay before I left because I didn't have any cash in my bag - true in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were outside a coffee shop. Seattle's Best to be exact. My mom was suddenly there and she asked "Which person looks creepier?" So I looked inside the coffee shop and saw a guy and a girl standing. They were both wearing green aprons and carrying clipboards. I spoke to the guy and found out the girl was his girlfriend (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was running. I ran for quite some time then I saw a group of drunk men. One threatened to stab my arm but one of them (thankfully) recognized me. It was my cousin. When I leaned over to greet him his cigarette butt burned my skin. It looked kinda painful. You know, my dreams aren't those viewed from my perspective. I'm like the third person in the scene. I'm invisible but there's another me down there I'm watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't remember some parts of the dream. It's not something I want to dream about, anyway. I don't know. Forget about that dream. You know the dream where you're high school naked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6308214195468334198?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6308214195468334198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6308214195468334198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6308214195468334198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6308214195468334198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-it-reminded-me-that-youre-so-worth.html' title='And it reminded me that you&apos;re so worth the fight'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7141335716250830715</id><published>2007-05-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:43:21.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we swore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epHN4uSHox0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epHN4uSHox0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7141335716250830715?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7141335716250830715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7141335716250830715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7141335716250830715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7141335716250830715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-sworehttpwwwyoutubecomwatchvephn4ush.html' title='we swore'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-9215593988471873220</id><published>2007-05-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:02:52.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants - they don't like sushi</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of classes. We were told to wear something special like celebrity clothes or whatever and we'd be interviewed - in Spanish, of course. It was fun dressing up and wearing makeup (haha)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't bothered to wear something extra special so I just wore my every day clothes and called myself a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fashion designer :x&lt;/span&gt; The whole thing was fun. We got to eat tortillas de patatas and plus juice. Plus juice is nice; it has mango bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSJxWilOkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/PX2EYccfiVs/s1600-h/DSCN4910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSJxWilOkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/PX2EYccfiVs/s320/DSCN4910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063323362028501570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Janina, Alessa and Karenina. Um, Janina - she moved. Well, all her pictures are like that except for our group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSOamilOlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xuF6LrsDBK8/s1600-h/DSCN4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSOamilOlI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xuF6LrsDBK8/s320/DSCN4907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063328468744616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you see, the girls. I look weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSObGilOmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YYvGdhKdQK8/s1600-h/DSCN4916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSObGilOmI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YYvGdhKdQK8/s320/DSCN4916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063328477334551138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Profesora :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, did I tell you that my phone dangles? Well, my cellphone is the twist kind and three out of four screws got... unscrewed and now it just dangles.&lt;br /&gt;So it's hard to keep my phone properly without miss calling Abu. Sorry, Abu, you're number one. Okay, you probably took that the wrong way but, never mind :) I'm still sorry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Storyland today when I reallllllly wanted to see Nigel Barker. Yes, the Nigel Barker from America's Next Top Model like one of the nicest saddening shows. Nice because of the photos and sad because of the envy. No one wants to feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Storyland was fun. I relived my little-girl memories, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, today was fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-9215593988471873220?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/9215593988471873220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=9215593988471873220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9215593988471873220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9215593988471873220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/ants-they-dont-like-sushi.html' title='Ants - they don&apos;t like sushi'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RkSJxWilOkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/PX2EYccfiVs/s72-c/DSCN4910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-362894719886503590</id><published>2007-05-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:47:33.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love dies too</title><content type='html'>I am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the title, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-362894719886503590?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/362894719886503590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=362894719886503590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/362894719886503590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/362894719886503590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-dies-too.html' title='Love dies too'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2655562280639210064</id><published>2007-05-08T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:13:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokay, it's time to blog &amp; happy birthday daddy</title><content type='html'>It rained last night.&lt;br /&gt;It rained today. On a summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be happy during the rain but it totally ruined my shopping experience! Haha, just kidding. I didn't get as excited last night, though. Rain is actually really gloomy. I daresay I prefer sunshine to rain. But not 45 degrees sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before class began, I went to the cafeteria to get my uniforms and textbooks. The every day uniform is... Awfully strange. It makes my Beatty skirt look like a micro mini!!!! :-( I like the jogging pants and the lab gown, anyway. I only have three textbooks. Very thick textbooks. I read a couple pages of my Filipino and I realized how POOR my vocabulary is. I can't wait til school starts. I don't even want to wait at all, meaning: I don't want school to start. IT'S LIKE NEXT MONTH! Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer vacation was spent learning Espafreakiñol.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean for it to sound bad, the lessons are fun. But it's summer vacation for all of youth and I get to say that I learned Spanish during it :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So not cool :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2655562280639210064?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2655562280639210064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2655562280639210064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2655562280639210064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2655562280639210064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/hokay-its-time-to-blog.html' title='Hokay, it&apos;s time to blog &amp; happy birthday daddy'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5985648711490889957</id><published>2007-05-05T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:41:52.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not over.</title><content type='html'>I watched Spiderman 3!!!!! It was so cool. I'm sure you've seen the trailer. I didn't really like Peter Parker's image when he wore the black suit. Ugh, I can't describe how he looked like 'cause some people haven't watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to get lazy again! &lt;i&gt;Joder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can guess what that is, I'll give you a kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5985648711490889957?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5985648711490889957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5985648711490889957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5985648711490889957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5985648711490889957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-not-over.html' title='It&apos;s not over.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8505735525326192519</id><published>2007-05-03T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:27:53.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racism is not nice :(</title><content type='html'>I just watched the Tyra Banks show. The topic was 'Children on Racism' and there were two parents who taught their children to hate people of other races or religions. When Tyra asked the daughter why she hated Jews, the daughter said "They are the seeds of Satan... They killed Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She certainly is a believer. So if she believes, why does she HATE the Jews for killing Jesus? Doesn't she know that Jesus saved us from sin? And although the Jews killed Him, didn't Jesus forgive them all? Saved, right. WAH, I couldn't believe it. And the dad said to Tyra "You're a good woman, you should g o back to Africa and you can govern your land whatever whatever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, America isn't your land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native Americans look like Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life, I guess :-| I &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; experience racism in Singapore. &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was discriminated by people.&lt;br /&gt;How can you say that I am a maid when I am not? How can you judge me when you don't even know one side of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things make me unhappy :-(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjnZjmilOeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Rbtxz4e8N1w/s1600-h/z86041470.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8505735525326192519?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8505735525326192519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8505735525326192519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8505735525326192519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8505735525326192519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/racism-is-not-nice.html' title='Racism is not nice :('/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-304532578968393838</id><published>2007-05-02T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:31:55.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello :]</title><content type='html'>Whenever Profesora tells us to ask her anything in Español, she always winds up talking about boys. She seems to love telling us about boys! I think it's because Poveda is an all-girls school and most of my classmates are from all-girls schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Blue Coral resort with some of my relatives yesterday. When I entered, I first noticed this huge statue of a machete carrying a goat on its shoulders. It was smacked right in the middle of the lobby. Like, who would place a statue of a giant naked man in a resort? It doesn't even relate to BLUE CORALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a swimming pool. A filter-less swimming pool. The water was kinda... Green. I shall not further describe how it looked like and why we all decided to swim there. (don't be afraid, I'm clean now, I promise :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to wait an hour before checking in (how inconsiderate) and so the waiting time eventually led us to having an 'insult-the-resort' conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my Lola came she said "A Korean owns this resort &lt;i&gt;pala&lt;/i&gt;," we were like "Oh, no wonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Korean neighbours aren't nice. They have rude driving habits and didn't slow down even when Jeremy was playing on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I went to Glorietta to have lunch with my mom, my aunt and my grandma. It was bloody eat all you can lunch and there were two floors of food! Guess how excited I was. The first two plates, I was dashing. The third plate, I was eating for the sake of having liberty to eat all I could. When I left the table for my fourth plate, I looked around and decided to just sit down and finish my mango shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-304532578968393838?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/304532578968393838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=304532578968393838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/304532578968393838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/304532578968393838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title='Hello :]'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2293701439905541180</id><published>2007-04-29T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:19:53.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBKWilOZI/AAAAAAAAAec/hYyhFqbOMyM/s1600-h/DSCN4575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBKWilOZI/AAAAAAAAAec/hYyhFqbOMyM/s320/DSCN4575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058528821316499858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Elmer the 'elefante'. I took a picture of the storybook during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBKmilOaI/AAAAAAAAAek/hQ08fvfi2RY/s1600-h/DSCN4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBKmilOaI/AAAAAAAAAek/hQ08fvfi2RY/s320/DSCN4613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058528825611467170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Serendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBLWilOcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/t6K7oWkd5OU/s1600-h/DSCN4705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBLWilOcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/t6K7oWkd5OU/s320/DSCN4705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058528838496369090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to take a picture of this kitten being breastfed but then Lance scared it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBLmilOdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3Y6Gtixa29o/s1600-h/DSCN4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBLmilOdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3Y6Gtixa29o/s320/DSCN4608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058528842791336402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcakes. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really didn't know what to blog about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2293701439905541180?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2293701439905541180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2293701439905541180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2293701439905541180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2293701439905541180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/alright-already.html' title='Alright already'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/RjOBKWilOZI/AAAAAAAAAec/hYyhFqbOMyM/s72-c/DSCN4575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5124890445101609531</id><published>2007-04-24T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:20:50.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>I totally take back what I said in the previous entry. I do not want to listen to Girlfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish classes are pretty much alright. I got lost on my way to class because the security guard gave me directions I could not comprehend. She said something like 'go straight straight straight ahead and to the playground but don't go up the stairs then go up the other stairs to the third floor in the Segovia building'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could guess my reaction. Anyway, I was about 20 minutes late and when I got in the classroom I saw my friend Janina already seated. She was my classmate in fourth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after, we went to Market market for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Ri3TKGa8MLI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fc_-QR8b83c/s1600-h/DSCN4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Ri3TKGa8MLI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fc_-QR8b83c/s320/DSCN4571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056930127082696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's Jeremy and the camel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Ri3TK2a8MMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4gt6x47wgqM/s1600-h/DSCN4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Ri3TK2a8MMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4gt6x47wgqM/s320/DSCN4572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056930139967598786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's me looking pretty overjoyed with Jeremy and the camel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how hot it is in the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, four words: I WANT CHEESE POPCORN, DAMN IT! Oh, that was six. Ugh, I really want cheese popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5124890445101609531?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5124890445101609531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5124890445101609531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5124890445101609531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5124890445101609531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh.html' title='Oh'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Ri3TKGa8MLI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fc_-QR8b83c/s72-c/DSCN4571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4961917014229747116</id><published>2007-04-23T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:07:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my fire. haha. Damn.</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize I was singing 'On A High' into the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are awesomely red!&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to download Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I am IN THE MOOD to listen to Girlfriend! :O&lt;br /&gt;thirty-four degrees Celsius doesn't seem so hot as thirty-freaking-nine degrees Celsius &lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging more than once today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe everything is back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4961917014229747116?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4961917014229747116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4961917014229747116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4961917014229747116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4961917014229747116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-my-fire-haha-damn.html' title='You are my fire. haha. Damn.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-96109485530972054</id><published>2007-04-23T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:07:30.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very proper blog post that has more than one sentence.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Leena! I'm sorry I can't celebrate your birthday with you. I want to thank you for being such a great friend. Whenever I need to talk to someone about some things that bother me, you're always there. You always make me happy at the end of the day. Hey, it's only seldom you find people you can call your real friends. Don't ever think that people take your kindness for granted. You deserve to be happy and whatever you give will come back to you a thousandfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my sister and I were listening to songs which nostalgically reminded us of Singapore. To name a few, No Promises by Shayne Ward, Knew it All Along by Midtown, Where'd You Go by Fort Minor, Look What You've Done by Jet and Collide by Howie Day. They all make me feel so 'awwshucksdamnit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it drizzled a bit last night. This made me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-96109485530972054?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/96109485530972054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=96109485530972054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/96109485530972054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/96109485530972054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/very-proper-blog-post-that-has-more.html' title='A very proper blog post that has more than one sentence.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-643996805472429137</id><published>2007-04-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:26:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh.</title><content type='html'>I swear never to overeat ever ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-643996805472429137?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/643996805472429137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=643996805472429137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/643996805472429137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/643996805472429137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3010850373470480891</id><published>2007-04-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:07:22.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>There are those times I just feel like a mess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3010850373470480891?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3010850373470480891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3010850373470480891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3010850373470480891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3010850373470480891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5298155155692470563</id><published>2007-04-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:07:00.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jollibee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o285/patricialapena/q4390068.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting boring. Blogging about everyday life, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was fun. I went out with two of my cousins, my sister and Lance after lunch. We were planning to watch a movie but decided later on that no movie seemed worth our bucks. So we bought buffalo wings, mojos, fries, a chocolate cake, a doughnut, an eclair, coffee, cookies and cheese popcorn (my request, of course). But not all at the same time. So we shared them all and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to have dinner when we got home (duh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5298155155692470563?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5298155155692470563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5298155155692470563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5298155155692470563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5298155155692470563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/jollibee.html' title='Jollibee!'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6699177105028228533</id><published>2007-04-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:06:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter oblivion</title><content type='html'>I entered this page 45 minutes ago, forgot about blogging and ironically just updated my &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/spaztikated"&gt;xanga&lt;/a&gt;. Please do not laugh at the url, thank you. I kinda like the way xanga skins look with all the tiny links and fonts at the end of the entries. Yes, I like them all very much. I will update my &lt;a href="http://godorjulie.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; account soon enough and even add captions and descriptions (if I have to) which is really a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember how I bruised my right knee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6699177105028228533?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6699177105028228533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6699177105028228533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6699177105028228533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6699177105028228533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitter-oblivion.html' title='bitter oblivion'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3542006195431079556</id><published>2007-04-12T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:06:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paparapapa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my paternal grandmother's 79th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched my 23-year old cousin draw using a software similar to Photoshop. It was really cool since there were different brush strokes and blenders. He was drawing a rat and I asked him if rats had square teeth and he said "No, I have a rat's skull and it has pointy teeth. Do you want to see it? It's in my room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I followed him into his room which greeted us with interesting clutter. We didn't mind the clutter, really. We were amused by it. He showed us a cabinet - all his empty cigarette packs and there were more than a two hundred in there, I tell you. There were also a couple tall cans with cigarette packs flattened and stuffed inside. He quit last year because he got a real bad throat infection which affected his eyes, nose and ears. He also showed us two of his cat skulls and one rat skull. Yes, a rat skull does have pointy teeth. We were told about his Ragnarok addiction and how he spent a fortune on the game. There were so many prepaid cards I had to volunteer to sort them. I also saw the human skull of I-don't-know-whose in his room. Since there were two doctors in the family, he found it just lying around and decided to keep it. I remembered when I was in third grade and I brought the skull to school in my Barbie lunch box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister opened a cabinet and saw many, many magazines. She asked "So you don't buy any FHM?" (she didn't know, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said "Oh, these are &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; FHM and I have one Singapore issue!" (with pride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I learn about cigarette packs? They smell really nice. Why smoke cigarettes when you can spend all day just sniffing them? I didn't even know there was a cinnamon kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to Starbucks to get a drink after the little gathering but then the closest outlet near our house is currently undergoing renovation. Many people are now deprived of nice coffee. Never mind, I'll just go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Baguio on Friday and I'll be back on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3542006195431079556?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3542006195431079556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3542006195431079556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3542006195431079556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3542006195431079556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/paparapapa.html' title='paparapapa'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6805579178987660396</id><published>2007-04-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:06:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POPEYE</title><content type='html'>I remember the times I used to watch Popeye every day. I even believed that spinach gave us paranormal powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbvBMHtVVSI"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVFTmkwClbU"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BkUXUKU8OQ"&gt;clickety&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/sslk0wHZ68A"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mouth: I liked you better when it was too dark&lt;br /&gt;to see. When we were too caught up in the&lt;br /&gt;moment to speak. When we were all by ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;so you didnt have to pretend with me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6805579178987660396?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6805579178987660396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6805579178987660396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6805579178987660396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6805579178987660396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/popeye.html' title='POPEYE'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8169663820168358113</id><published>2007-04-09T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:06:14.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But you were the one</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog-stalkers. It's been only six days since I last blogged. I didn't quite miss it. Not having much interest in updating you on my life is really the reason why I wasn't blogging. So, I suppose I should blog now just for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have nothing to write. This is also one of the major reasons why I stopped blogging. I know I've been tagging "I don't have time 'cause I'm busy" again and again but hey, if there's a will there's a way, right? Yeah, I had some time to blog but I decided to refrain from it because I'd end up writing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having art lessons tomorrow while today, I do absolutely nothing. Nada. Today couldn't be less boring. I got up at eleven, watched a movie that got choppy during the best parts so I chose not to watch it anymore, had mango salad which wasn't exactly filling and this unfortunately led me to gobble down potato chips, sugary preserved mangoes and strawberry cream-coated pretzels. This is so against my healthy diet. I am supposed to have self-control, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know how my so-called "healthy" diet is going. And, I know my copycats and I don't really appreciate what they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8169663820168358113?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8169663820168358113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8169663820168358113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8169663820168358113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8169663820168358113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-you-were-one.html' title='But you were the one'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7921838421618893358</id><published>2007-04-03T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:06:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>Mom: three years ago you were new in Marymount! Crying to sleep. (smiles with sympathy)&lt;br /&gt;me: you make me sound pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Mom: but you were! (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, udders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7921838421618893358?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7921838421618893358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7921838421618893358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7921838421618893358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7921838421618893358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2706472179898897444</id><published>2007-04-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:05:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bella luna</title><content type='html'>HAD TO REFORMAT THIS BLAAAARDY COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pictures - gone. All my important documents - gone. All my schoolwork - gone. All my downloaded applications - gone. All my Grey's Anatomy - gone. Basically, drive C is gone. I'm glad I was smart enough to save my songs to drive D. Drive D is safe, thank God. So, it's not a virus that caused my computer to crash. My parents had to buy a McAfee anti-virus software that's supposed to be protecting the computer. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get impatient when it's hot. iTunes is only 53% complete and it's been there since 10:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm enrolling for art lessons with Michael and Isabel just so I have something to occupy myself with during summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2706472179898897444?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2706472179898897444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2706472179898897444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2706472179898897444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2706472179898897444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/bella-luna.html' title='bella luna'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3942335119756453621</id><published>2007-04-01T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:05:31.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me baby</title><content type='html'>For Jeremy's birthday, he got an inflatable pool. I suggested we put bubble bath :D It was great but of course, it's far from a swimming pool. And shallow is an understatement. But it is private. What the heck, of course it's private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of Holy Week and I haven't been much charitable. I wasn't either during Lent. All I'm thinking of now is Easter Sunday and how adults won't let me participate in egg-hunting anymore. There are many disadvantages we get as we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it'll be like to be independent - no parents. Some people think it would 'so rock' but to me, it's scary. I'm pretty dependent on my parents. Actually, I'm very dependent on my parents. I can't really imagine how I'd be living without them. Mainly, without any adults. We shouldn't really complain so much, as their children. In their time, they didn't own cellphones or computers. Are you impatient? It's common among the youth because we are the generation of instant messaging and other fast crap. I AM IMPATIENT. They had few privileges, basically. Yeah, you probably think that this is a different generation but the values must remain. Do you still respect your parents? Do you answer back? Do you abuse your privileges? I admit, I've lost and gained my parents' trust on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't exactly planning to write about this but here I am, writing about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are angry at your parents for being so 'naggy' or 'irritating', they're just there because they love you and they raised you to be who you are today. We should appreciate our parents :) To parents who left their children behind: you must be ashamed :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all I want to write for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lately, I've been feeling lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've stopped counting Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've cut down junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been missing you. More. And more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3942335119756453621?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3942335119756453621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3942335119756453621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3942335119756453621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3942335119756453621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/tell-me-baby.html' title='Tell me baby'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6957107858657696523</id><published>2007-04-01T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:05:22.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPARTANS! :x</title><content type='html'>You might guess that I watched 300. I watched it with Michael and Lance and it was really.. enjoyable? The gore and everything was awesome. I shall not elaborate further as I might just spoil it for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kicking a ball around with Jeremy and my dad and I think I stepped on an anthill. There were so many red ants biting my feet! It was so painful, I almost cried. Of course I didn't but my feet had horrible red patches. IT HURT SO BAD :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go to bed now. It's 12:37 and I need to sleep. Last night, I slept past four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more next time.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT. And my tagboard is so lifeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6957107858657696523?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6957107858657696523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6957107858657696523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6957107858657696523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6957107858657696523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/04/spartans-x.html' title='SPARTANS! :x'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2884562726357653666</id><published>2007-03-29T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:04:54.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your smile; i'm over it</title><content type='html'>MY HISTORY CLASSES ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now craving for Chocolate Ecstasy - the most sinful chocolate cake I've tasted. I totally need to start cutting down my junk food intake. Is fast food junk food? Well, it is fast food and therefore not suitable for people trying to maintain their weight. I have been eating fast food for days now and I feel so unhealthy. I'm always craving for the wrong foods and I reckon I've lost my &lt;b&gt;self-control&lt;/b&gt;. I honestly cannot resist the temptation of good food you can get just like that (snap). I need my robot now to tell me what to eat. I'm also not a big fan of gorging myself with vegetables. Fruits, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I hate about having nothing to do? Duh, having nothing to do. I'm so used to getting bored yet I still hate it. Especially in the afternoon. I can't wait till I go out of town with my family. Perhaps to somewhere in the mountainous regions or somewhere like the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools is just 'round the corner and I don't care. You don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so done with wishing &lt;br /&gt;you were still here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2884562726357653666?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2884562726357653666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2884562726357653666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/your-smile-im-over-it.html' title='your smile; i&apos;m over it'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5522877279142291406</id><published>2007-03-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:03:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me feel like saying</title><content type='html'>If my blog had the Cbox censoring feature, my blog has it too except that I do self-censoring instead of automatic censoring. And my blog doesn't use asterisks to replace the vulgarities but letters. Isn't it cool? It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; cool but not as satisfying. I've decided that I cannot prevent people from reading this blog. It is an online blog. A web log. A blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Michael, Lance and I were busy taking quizzes on &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;. It was hilarious. But then I was so busy studying after the party I couldn't even watch my adshfjhdslfajlsfa Grey's Anatomy. I was also too tired to watch, I guess, since I fell asleep on my notes. Now that I am free of homework, I still am not allowed to watch the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy. Just recently, my dad gained interest in the series and began watching. So, tonight, I will finallyFINALLY get to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next class is on Thursday. It is also my final class. I want to thank my parents for not pressuring me. It is a great relief they aren't because crash course simply means pressure course. If I received extra pressure, I'd possibly *dramatic voice* contemplate suicide or something. Anyway, my parents never really pressured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally done with this entry. It took me over an hour because of all the distractions :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so there's still a chance you'll hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll treat you with so much love there's none left for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay, there's still love for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you get what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i won't do anything that'll hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll love you with all that i am. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5522877279142291406?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5522877279142291406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5522877279142291406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5522877279142291406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5522877279142291406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/makes-me-feel-like-saying-sorry.html' title='makes me feel like saying'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-595770542129369834</id><published>2007-03-24T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:02:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jgkahdfjghlsdfkg</title><content type='html'>I'm not supposed to be blogging and I'm not supposed to be &lt;i&gt;online&lt;/i&gt;. You realize that I changed my skin, right? Well, I couldn't find anything better so I just chose this. If you're using the same skin, NYEH, I don't care :x I've been studying all day. I tagged a few people (including myself) because I just couldn't stop myself from clicking 'Mozilla Firefox' and tagging people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't named my rabbit. I don't even know the friggin' gender. Don't get me wrong - I love rabbits. I just have reasons for disliking it so much. Or rather the person who gave it to me? My point is, I dislike it for a reason and if you wanna know why, just ask me through msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Dindin's graduation party and Nikko told me this 'joke'. What do you call the cross-breed of a bulldog and a shi tzu? Bullshit. AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Is it funny? I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BitLord says: &lt;u&gt;Grey's Anatomy S03E19 78.1%&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're celebrating Jeremy's birthday tomorrow. I don't know why we're only having it tomorrow but at least we're having it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have that mound of homework very untouched. It is not physically a MOUND of homework. It is merely a list of homework. Mr. Dela Peña is really forcing examinations down my throat. I have an exam on Wednesday about lessons I haven't even learned! I will be learning them on Monday. And on Monday, I have an exam. But I'm studying for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the messy entry. I'll try explaining in my next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-595770542129369834?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/595770542129369834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=595770542129369834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/595770542129369834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/595770542129369834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/jgkahdfjghlsdfkg.html' title='jgkahdfjghlsdfkg'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5411042440257935907</id><published>2007-03-23T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:28:00.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sky could fall tonight</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired and so online. I'm quite sure you noticed that I've been making an effort in every entry. An effort which is to make the entry long, anyway. I don't think I can afford that tonight because I am so tired and I want to sleep. I'm just here to update and stuff. Yeah, my sister is now telling Mr. Tan Chee Tong through video call that I am blogging and I blog really-really long blaaahhhblahhh &lt;u&gt;not tonight&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of feel-good music. Yes, I like rock (and roll) a lot but then most days, I find myself tired and um, cranky. If you do not know what feel-good music is, you can take it literally because it just means music to unwind. Okay, so if you know any nice artists, please recommend them. I have a tagboard. Use it. That was a friendly command. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdjfhlajsdhf I am loaded with homework (once again) and I have my 2nd trimestral exam on Monday!!! Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING. MadTV is so boring. Miss Swan isn't there. TV is boring. One Tree Hill is the nicest show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the last-est thing. I have to take my medicine. I almost forgot! Maybe I don't need a sexy robot that roams around my office anymore. I'm still getting that dog robot, anyway. OR OR I could like get a rabbit robot! Yeah, so that it doesn't get heart attacks anymore. Oh, that is so cool. My medicine clock (?) is so jasfhlahsldfjhalsdj. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5411042440257935907?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5411042440257935907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5411042440257935907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5411042440257935907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5411042440257935907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/sky-could-fall-tonight.html' title='the sky could fall tonight'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6862054295822547812</id><published>2007-03-21T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:04:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be your hero, baby.</title><content type='html'>Please don't ask about the title and how it's related to this entry (blah blah blah blah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. It's never related to the entry.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm listening to the song.&lt;br /&gt;3. Like the previous entry, it's not related to the entry and I was listening to the song that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had class for an hour today. I learned about the propaganda movement before American colonization but I promise not to bore you about it :) And just if you're wondering, the Philippines was also colonized by Japan. Like after the Americans did. The Japanese colonization was the &lt;b&gt;darkest&lt;/b&gt; period in Philippine history. But then again I promised not to talk about it. So now I move on to my next thing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patricia Karunungan&lt;/i&gt; has moved to Livejournal! [Leena, I know you don't like Livejournal] I almost created an LJ account for myself recently but somehow couldn't be bothered to. I wouldn't be having a tagboard or anything. Links don't really matter to me because they're only for reference. But I will comment Miss Patricia if I want to comment. OR there's some magic hidden way to insert a tagboard somewhere there and I just don't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm feeling much better. Ever since I went to see the pediatrician (should've done that the first day I was sick) and bought the medicine I needed, I've been feeling a lot better. So this is just a portion of my entry to those who care ^^ HA HA. Somebody's gotta remind me to take one capsule tonight, right before going to bed. It's too difficult to remember these things, myself. I should have like an assistant. In the future, when technology will rule the world (haha) I will have a robot assistant. Maybe like that acronym robot (P.A.T.R.I.C.I.A.) that will roam around my office. That's so sexy but I do not think I would like to watch my sexy robot... Of course I'd want to just sit and watch my robot (sexy or not sexy) for about a two weeks after purchase but when technology rules the world, I will no longer be living. Everyone will be living above land to escape the ant people. Oh, the thought of owning a robot really excited me. Maybe I'll still reach the time of the robot dog. That would be as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how I was just talking about remembering medicine and now I'm so happy 'cause I think I'm getting a robot dog? And not the robot dog for KIDS. The super mega high-tech one that hasn't been invented yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajhldfjahlsdjkfhlasdhurluan I am so excited. Well, I better go to bed now (MEDS!!!) because I have class from 10 am to 3 pm. Isn't it great how I have to sit my butt down for 5 jdswefh hours? Yes, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR READING. (no sarcasm here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6862054295822547812?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6862054295822547812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6862054295822547812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6862054295822547812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6862054295822547812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-be-your-hero-baby.html' title='I can be your hero, baby.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2994771551230821884</id><published>2007-03-19T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:43:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama, we're all gonna die but we're NOT all going to hell.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's mass was good. I listened to the priest and watched the choir. The choir singers weren't so united. I guess they like their own individuality. The funny part in mass was when we were supposed to sing amen and they showed this on the screen: &lt;blockquote&gt;A__MEN A_______MEN A_______________MEN A_____MEN A______MEN A______MEN!&lt;/blockquote&gt; HAHAHA.. It was so funny and only my mom and I were laughing. My sister didn't really see it at once but yeah, she thought it was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from school. It was pretty much alright except that I am once again loaded with homework. I haven't even read my sfhajfasfh Noli Me Tangere summary and El Filibusterismo is the sequel. I haven't read that one either. And I am supposed to pass him my reflection on Wednesday. I can't believe they never made a movie!! See, they never make movies out of very important books. If I go to Mr. Dela Pena (no n with the squiggly on the laptop) on Wednesday and tell him that I don't have my reflection because I was too lazy to read, he'll give me that smirk that says 'oh-aren't-you-precious-you-jfhadfhalfjads'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just what I think but he's probably thinking what a relief it is since he will no longer have to mark &lt;i&gt;some silly reflection&lt;/i&gt;. Just the thought of reading it makes me want to hurl. You know what else makes me want to hurl? Atreyu. But you didn't need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, have I blogged about our new puppy? I don't think I have but my sister sure did in her &lt;a href="http://-serendipity.blogspot.com"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's a male puppy and his name is Memphis. My dad wanted the name Memphis because it's after one of the Happy Feet penguins. He's a mini dachshund (if you don't know what that is, it's the hotdog dog but the mini kind) and really adorable. He has a pillow that he sleeps on and doesn't poop on. It's so cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sarah has been uploading pictures of me. I am thinking of uploading videos of her. That Christmas video of the three of us (Miss Sarah, Jeremy and ehem me) dancing. Fang Ee didn't get to see the video but I know he wanted too. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my longer entries (bow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2994771551230821884?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2994771551230821884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2994771551230821884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2994771551230821884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2994771551230821884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/mama-were-all-gonna-die-but-were-not.html' title='mama, we&apos;re all gonna die but we&apos;re NOT all going to hell.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-7991369270163073271</id><published>2007-03-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T17:36:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding mascara</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Someone told me that people love my blog and it just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to disappear so I couldn't help feeling a little full of myself. I thought of all the people who get bored and read my blog and don't tag. Well, here I am. Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore was great and I'm happy I got to see my friends. We watched Primeval.. It's a lousy movie, if you ask me. I was so disappointed at the end. If it's one of those 'be aware' movies, then alright. But I'm not going to Africa to see Gustave the crocodile. Er, yeah. And I only found out the crocodile is GUSTAVE at the end when the said 'Gustave still lives at the something river today.' I thought Gustave was the shaman since the hunters were talking about people working for Gustave.. Never mind. Just don't waste your money on that movie. Unless you're looking for a movie with vicious reptiles and hunters with well-defined man boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is the fourth day I'm having fever. No, I HAD fever this morning but not now since I took this pill that's making me sweat like crazy. I have a towel in my shirt. Behind. I skipped one session of MR. DELA PEÑA'S CLASSES and the following day he called and said he couldn't be there because of some graduation party. And yesterday, Friday, I went and after, I got fever because Idon'tknowwhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I got sick because I didn't eat in Singapore. Well, of course I ate but I only ate 4 proper meals. I went to Healthway Clinic with my dad today and the pediatrician was so nice to me. Her voice was so soft and whispery but in the un-creepy way. She was so nice I thought she was gonna swallow me alive. Um, she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my medicine and then my dad and I looked at nice chocolates (truffles, pralines and other exotic-sounding chocolates.. I forgot) and my dad asked me if I wanted one. I said that I only wanted the white chocolate truffle (one only) and he asked the lady how much.. P69. I know I have Singaporean readers so that's about $2. If I have silent readers from other countries, I don't care about you guys because you are silent readers and you people don't tag. Silent readers. Pffft. So. Who would buy a little piece of chocolate the size of my eye for that much money? I could buy other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heaps of homework to do and I have yet to begin working my way through the bottom of the pile. OK, I know it's not really that much but I haven't had this much homework in ages. OH YAAAA I HAVE TO READ EL FILIBUSTERISMO AND NOLI ME TANGERE WHATEVER THOSE TWO TITLES MEAN. Technically, I don't have to read them. Just the summary. I don't know why Mr. Dela Peña is making me read them. I think Noli Me Tangere is about the Spanish colonization. Okay, I will not feed you any boringness about Spanish colonization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if this computer shuts down on me now, I will cry. I haven't had this energy to blog since aaajsldhfljashdlfjhalsdjhf weeks ago. And I haven't updated my Multiply since forever. I wanted to add Happy Walk pictures and that was in February. I am neglecting Multiply. I promise I'll update next week. I do not care if you do not care about my pictures. If you care about my pictures a lot (unusually), I will only think you are weird. Except if you are in the pictures and I promised I'd post them, then it's okay to care a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I mean by energy to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours are kinda boring and I miss the old skin. I saved the old template but I want to change the colours and I do not know how. Let's see if this skin will work for.. ever. Okay, I hope I write entries this long every time. Or at least entries that tell a lot more than just.. stuff. Nyarrharrharr. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-7991369270163073271?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/7991369270163073271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=7991369270163073271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7991369270163073271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/7991369270163073271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/bleeding-mascara.html' title='Bleeding mascara'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5746707330426700816</id><published>2007-03-09T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:59:17.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNNY SINGAPORE</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE IS SO FUN :D I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE PK AND LEENA TOMORROW AAAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ling, Nadiah, Brenda, Starnia, Mao Jie &amp; Guan Siang came over a while ago. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5746707330426700816?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5746707330426700816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5746707330426700816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5746707330426700816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5746707330426700816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunny-singapore.html' title='SUNNY SINGAPORE'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3348304919724522199</id><published>2007-03-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:33:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I just completed labeling the entire map of the Philippines. There are a gazillion islands and regions. I had to draw and label, alright. It isn't as easy as you think it is. You probably think drawing a map is simple. But no. Not simple when you live in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and I need more milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3348304919724522199?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3348304919724522199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3348304919724522199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3348304919724522199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3348304919724522199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4312353703600482015</id><published>2007-03-05T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:52:56.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy, this is for you</title><content type='html'>When Sarah and I were still little children and you were born, Mom told us you'd be different. This memory is a vague one yet I remember the way you looked. You looked so peaceful sleeping. You were different, indeed. But I liked you the moment I saw you. I understood Down Syndrome but I never really cared. I finally had my baby brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates in third grade would laugh at mentally retarded children and holler 'mongoloyd' at them. I was so furious I stomped my way to their desks and said 'I have a baby brother who has Down Syndrome and his name is Jeremy. Being different is not a bad thing!' Then I'd cry to Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents once told me that when Jeremy's an adult, he may not be living with us anymore. He could be in a home for the elders or something. I cried so hard and promised that I'd find a husband who would accept Jeremy and he could live with us and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd be able to write this on Thursday- I wouldn't possibly have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't read this and you don't know what a blog is but Jeremy, you've made me a better person and I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rewupp-ZchI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v-0H2TLhbv0/s1600-h/DSCN3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rewupp-ZchI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v-0H2TLhbv0/s320/DSCN3929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038453376297824786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4312353703600482015?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4312353703600482015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4312353703600482015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4312353703600482015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4312353703600482015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeremy-this-is-for-you.html' title='Jeremy, this is for you'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LAssg7Gw8s8/Rewupp-ZchI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v-0H2TLhbv0/s72-c/DSCN3929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8493746114117205338</id><published>2007-03-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:08:52.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>human after all</title><content type='html'>My lola (mom's side) isn't so well. We think she had a mild stroke so please pray for her :'(&lt;br /&gt;She's a good lola :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8493746114117205338?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8493746114117205338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8493746114117205338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8493746114117205338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8493746114117205338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/human-after-all.html' title='human after all'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5968426665488605563</id><published>2007-03-03T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:44:11.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to dance</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOOO I didn't blog for a day! I still consider this part of March 2 but technically, it is March 3 so..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YU LING! I MISS YOU BUT I'M SEEING YOU SOON :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from Michael's. The whole gathering wasn't really planned well but we hung around. It was fun. Michael and I played this game on &lt;a href="http://fasco-csc.com/"&gt;fasco-csc&lt;/a&gt;. I found the games kinda annoying but somehow addictive. Try the games if you're bored or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy episode 18 will be aired in America next week on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Back has been stuck in my head since this morning (2nd of March).&lt;br /&gt;One time, my mom and I were bored out of our minds we started modelling and crap. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHH Fall Out Boy will be performing in less than [number here] HOURS! To PK &amp;amp; LP: take pictures, okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for macaroni and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5968426665488605563?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5968426665488605563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5968426665488605563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5968426665488605563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5968426665488605563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-time-to-dance.html' title='it&apos;s time to dance'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5567362877595500529</id><published>2007-03-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:05:19.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringin' sexy back!</title><content type='html'>I'm done with my homework [bow]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5567362877595500529?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5567362877595500529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5567362877595500529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5567362877595500529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5567362877595500529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-bringin-sexy-back.html' title='I&apos;m bringin&apos; sexy back!'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-628327159088606045</id><published>2007-02-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:22:23.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't skip a day</title><content type='html'>I bet you all thought I wouldn't blog today but here I am, blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just got back from Singapore and he remembered to buy my shampoo. Ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo excited to visit Singapore :D I will eat Hokkien mee forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-628327159088606045?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/628327159088606045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=628327159088606045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/628327159088606045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/628327159088606045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wont-skip-day.html' title='I won&apos;t skip a day'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-5613006336447583034</id><published>2007-02-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:59:27.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you look at your picture and sometimes see a stranger in the background? It makes you think how many strangers have your picture.</title><content type='html'>I have heaps of work to be done so I'll make this short. I wanna thank &lt;i&gt;Patricia Karunungan&lt;/i&gt; sooo much for helping me out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that 'karunungan' means wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;I have no classes tomorrow! :D But I have to do my work by tomorrow because I absolutely hate the feeling of procrastination. And I included it in my resolutions for the year. CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-5613006336447583034?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/5613006336447583034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=5613006336447583034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5613006336447583034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/5613006336447583034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-look-at-your-picture-and.html' title='Do you look at your picture and sometimes see a stranger in the background? It makes you think how many strangers have your picture.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6332095547231824272</id><published>2007-02-26T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:54:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Dela Peña</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention in my previous post that we went to Michael's house after my lola's. My dad insisted on giving away the puppy that night. I didn't want to but my parents said that the puppy would get sick in our house because of the cementing going on tomorrow. My dad was joking around with Michael's neighbor about the puppy. And they wanted it so my dad gave it without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no puppy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was pretty much alright except that my schedule is now very hectic and I don't have the afternoon to go online. That pretty much sucks for me. Well, I don't have classes on Wednesday and Thursday. Actually, I don't have classes on many days. So, I guess it doesn't suck that much. I only said that 'cause I don't feel so 'bright' and 'shiny' this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the teacher's name is Mr. (something) Dela Peña?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about something else today but I can't remember what that was.. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thanks for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6332095547231824272?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6332095547231824272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6332095547231824272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6332095547231824272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6332095547231824272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/mr-dela-pea.html' title='Mr. Dela Peña'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-858785440347451336</id><published>2007-02-25T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:29:30.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new curfew :(</title><content type='html'>The Happy Walk was exhausting especially since it was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures in Multiply some other day since I have a new curfew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Happy Walk, we went to my grand uncle's birthday party. Their house was huuuuge! And the shrimps were yummy. We watched two movies- She's The Man and John Tucker Must Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my lola's (grandmum) house to pick up her puppy. The puppy's name is Sierta, short for Sierra Bonita. I think the idea of the name was so strangers couldn't remember it easily and call the dog or whatever. Anyway, we got the dog because my lola couldn't handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been really tiring and I think my nine thirty bedtime will work for me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-858785440347451336?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/858785440347451336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=858785440347451336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/858785440347451336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/858785440347451336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-curfew.html' title='new curfew :('/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-345513803066391020</id><published>2007-02-24T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:33:26.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of beaches</title><content type='html'>My reply to Pk: Yeah, the beach my aunt owns became dirty. But that was because of the typhoons. There's actually this one resort- Virgin Resort. It's new and it isn't dirty. The sand isn't fine though. Many broken corals. We once found this dead starfish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it would be nice to go to Boracay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-345513803066391020?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/345513803066391020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=345513803066391020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/345513803066391020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/345513803066391020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/speaking-of-beaches.html' title='speaking of beaches'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6069058449568901689</id><published>2007-02-24T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:08:04.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll break my heart, anyway</title><content type='html'>Grey's Anatomy's 17th episode was a tearjerker. It sucks I don't have readers who like Grey's Anatomy. Well, who knows? I might be having a silent stalker. The soundtrack is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this Happy Walk thing on tomorrow so I'll be out in the morning. Ara Mina will be there. No, I am not &lt;i&gt;psyched&lt;/i&gt; to be seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that summer is ON ITS WAY. That means, it will be hotter. I don't think I'll be able to visit the beach this summer because I'll be busy with summer classes. The school principal told my mom that the classes shouldn't take up so much of my time 'cause I need to enjoy summer. My mom said that I've had a very long break. So yes, the classes will be taking lots of my time. By saying 'lots of my time', I mean most days. And less sleep. The classes start on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having lunch with Isabel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song recommendation: Perfect Situation by Weezer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6069058449568901689?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6069058449568901689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6069058449568901689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6069058449568901689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6069058449568901689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/youll-break-my-heart-anyway.html' title='You&apos;ll break my heart, anyway'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1008640089556260736</id><published>2007-02-24T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:12:27.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer my prayer now, baby.</title><content type='html'>Good morning :D I just got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my replies to Georgia and Patricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia- Yeah, I read the book. I think that the story got dumber by the sequel. Oh, I don't know. I'm not an avid fan of Harry Potter. Haha. Are you? Okay, yes you are since you were excited about the 7th book. Anyway, Ghost Rider really freaked me out. Okay, not the ghost rider but the demons and the AAAHHHH!s. Fine. I scare easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia- I'm only going for abstinence. No meat the whole of Lent? That's a lot to give up. But it's a real good sacrifice. Besides, it would be kind of cool to eat fruits and vegetables for 40 days. Oh yeah, whatever skin you think looks good should be okay with me :) Thanks Pat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1008640089556260736?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1008640089556260736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1008640089556260736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1008640089556260736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1008640089556260736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/answer-my-prayer-now-baby.html' title='answer my prayer now, baby.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-2454835171355797937</id><published>2007-02-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:48:32.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BitLord is slow tonight. It's illegal- no complaining.</title><content type='html'>Good evening, everyone :) You may be reading this in the afternoon. If so, Good afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was downloading episode 17 in the morning. It was about 40% complete when Jeremy turned the computer off. Even though Meredith Grey died, I still want to continue watching it. Well, &lt;b&gt;duh&lt;/b&gt;, we're all anticipating a MIRACLE because the title of the episode is 'Some Kind of Miracle'. !@#$%^&amp;* I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family &amp; I watched Ghost Rider early in the evening. Eva Mendez was smokin'. It's a great movie though the demons scared me a hell lot. I gripped Jeremy's wrist when the &lt;i&gt;scary&lt;/i&gt; parts came on. I feel bad for him 'cause I'm growing my nails back. I don't know why I was so freaked out! Maybe it was because of Emily Rose. Oh, well. At least I ate my super-yummy popcorn. I kind of flicked the un-popped kernels on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final sequel to Harry Potter will be released in June. Harry Potter is bound to die. So, he will die. I saw this interview of J.K. Rowling on television and she said that readers may be disappointed &lt;i&gt;'but that's the way it's supposed to be.'&lt;/i&gt; Grrr, okay, we'll just all have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarahrahrah is back home! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-2454835171355797937?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/2454835171355797937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=2454835171355797937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2454835171355797937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/2454835171355797937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/bitlord-is-slow-tonight-its-illegal-no.html' title='BitLord is slow tonight. It&apos;s illegal- no complaining.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8831911910967124191</id><published>2007-02-23T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:06:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime, summertime</title><content type='html'>It has been rather hot this week and this is because of &lt;b&gt;summer&lt;/b&gt;. Summer is the season when rich kids visit five-star beach resorts to bask in the sun's harmful rays. What I meant to say is that summer is the barbecue-tan season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer reminds me of the song Summertime by Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought a box of the awesomest lemon squares. There goes my no-eating-snacks-in-between-meals diet. And today's a Friday. That means, no meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for this afternoon. I hate this time of the year &gt;:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8831911910967124191?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8831911910967124191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8831911910967124191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8831911910967124191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8831911910967124191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/summertime-summertime.html' title='Summertime, summertime'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4302210570394581461</id><published>2007-02-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:08:33.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger management</title><content type='html'>Let the venting begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XGDlfuiASLHfuASDGfluagserugnbasjdg;I ASEIOuf IOASE;frhAO:Ehf;iHAIEF/iahn?d FYIASEYf; ieitf;AIEYF;.h q/eirtf/AWEFHisaehg:OIH;Oawe 4t/uWIOEAYt;ysaer;tia;sieyrt/ahse/hg IHGLIASHR ;GOIY;weioytaosihenvh;oaISYEr /tfiSUD?VikHS?DGVai;ohwerhnf lkahefophapowehghhhhas,dghliahseog 9yawe'fiy a'sdjfkasdjf'a osdug'asj/od gojas'odjg  hlifdhklshdflkhi;&gt;?KLSDJg/ aiusdfgo laysfgas;iudg ;ysdifo; uaysdh/LOSY EGAH;OSIDH GHDSJ A;YGIOA ;IOGUAS;ODIGJN SUGJAI'SYEA O;WEIUT W8OE7T582U4IH FUYF YWEIFUO; JASIFOJaefisad ;ghksdhg/ asokdug /;opasu'DG ahsld/gjah;siodygaui;lhgwjkfhd.kjf.sdhvnSEKLBFhliSfyvh;&gt;NVHF ahwefioey; fhiao.;fh aoitd;g iasehfysaDfo/ .GHWEFY ;ioqyf /weyio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was dumb but I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to listen to some Rascal Flatts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4302210570394581461?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4302210570394581461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4302210570394581461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4302210570394581461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4302210570394581461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/anger-management.html' title='Anger management'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-1333132774361033003</id><published>2007-02-22T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:36:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks, period</title><content type='html'>I'm currently using a Blogger skin. Sorry, guys. I removed my tagboard and stuff and if I try inserting it here, the whole skin gets messed up. You can comment and I know it's troublesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time (and knowledge) to fix this thing up. I need to study my Filipino books. I realized that I don't understand half of the words in the textbook. I guess my level of understanding is as low (or high?) as a regular 4th grader. Ah, someone help me &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if someone can help me add a skin, I'd be more than happy to give you my Blogger password. That is IF you have the time and patience to look for a decent skin. I don't know where to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I think only Blogger members can comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, 'cause that's all you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-1333132774361033003?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/1333132774361033003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=1333132774361033003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1333132774361033003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/1333132774361033003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-sucks-period.html' title='This sucks, period'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-4953505191484961851</id><published>2007-02-21T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:44:56.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustbunnies are not bunnies</title><content type='html'>I've been talking to myself on my tagboard. Not really, though. The messages were meant for you guys. So you better acknowledge what I said. I arranged the tags properly. That means you read normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 07, 14:30&lt;br /&gt;Patricia: there. I changed it. ok, maybe i don't like this skin so much ._.&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 07, 14:31&lt;br /&gt;Patricia: and you only have to click 'Go' once. refresh the page. damn this skin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 07, 14:39&lt;br /&gt;Patricia: and my name doesn't get saved. urrrggggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 07, 14:40&lt;br /&gt;Patricia: oh you can just go to one then go to three.. oookaaay.&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 07, 14:40&lt;br /&gt;Patricia: I mean four. not three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simpler words, The tagboard is kind of messed up. I'll try to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's a question. Someone told me I'm too naive. Am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-4953505191484961851?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/4953505191484961851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=4953505191484961851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4953505191484961851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/4953505191484961851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/dustbunnies-are-not-bunnies.html' title='Dustbunnies are not bunnies'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-3087597041018464933</id><published>2007-02-21T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:29:42.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see anything you like?</title><content type='html'>This skin isn't what I'd usually choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay? Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And tell me how to remove that annoying Blogger bar. &lt;s&gt;I'll prolly fix the tagboard tomorrow.&lt;/s&gt; I changed the colours and the size because I couldn't stand NOT changing it. I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; want to change the colours. Meanwhile, live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Paaaatella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-3087597041018464933?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/3087597041018464933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=3087597041018464933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3087597041018464933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/3087597041018464933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-see-anything-you-like.html' title='Do you see anything you like?'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-9023617101975873058</id><published>2007-02-21T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:18:15.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeeeeeeese popcorn</title><content type='html'>I promised myself not to eat junk food. I'm thinking of watching a movie anytime soon and I have granted myself permission to eat cheese popcorn. Just the thought tickles my funny bone. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Catholics, today is Ash Wednesday. Remember, you must attend mass today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós mis lectores.&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to show my blog titles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-9023617101975873058?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/9023617101975873058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=9023617101975873058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9023617101975873058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9023617101975873058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-promised-myself-not-to-eat-junk-food.html' title='Cheeeeeeeese popcorn'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-185956204589571029</id><published>2007-02-20T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:06:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe I fainted.</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes experience seeing black and white swirls just when you get up from bed? Well, I did this morning. I was still so sleepy when I got up so I walked to the keyboard and closed my eyes till it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I heard was a loud thud.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I saw was the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what really happened to me at that time. I fell and hit my chin, bruised my left arm and hurt the back of my head real bad. I'm alright now. Just slightly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I didn't close my eyes while going down the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-185956204589571029?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/185956204589571029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=185956204589571029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/185956204589571029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/185956204589571029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-you-sometimes-experience-seeing.html' title='maybe I fainted.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-8450491125263706687</id><published>2007-02-19T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:04:13.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAP GIRLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Second entry of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious. It's from The Best of David Spade (SNL).&lt;br /&gt;The Gap girls are Chris Farley (God bless his soul), David Spade and Adam Sandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6-d9UgCrgs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6-d9UgCrgs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the waitress on the left is Rob Schneider.. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And OTR means Old Timers' Reunion. Laughlaughlaughlaugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, have you seen the video of Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy? &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EIq_RLhKw9U"&gt;Click 'cause it's awesome.&lt;/a&gt; It's also a Happy Tree Friends video.. You know what to expect and don't say I didn't warn you! The song is great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love from the ever so bored Patella&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-8450491125263706687?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/8450491125263706687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=8450491125263706687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8450491125263706687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/8450491125263706687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/second-entry-of-day-this-is-hilarious.html' title='GAP GIRLS!'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-9221672296563981079</id><published>2007-02-19T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:03:06.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popeye the sailor man toot toot</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 10 am this morning. That's an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I've seen Happy Feet thrice this morning, thanks to Jeremy. We're watching his Popeye VCD now and I really like Popeye's friend, Merry, I think. Anyway, he's the one who always eats burgers. I noticed that Popeye always adds 's' at the end of most words. 'I loves watchkins parades.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Patella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-9221672296563981079?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/9221672296563981079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=9221672296563981079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9221672296563981079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9221672296563981079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-woke-up-at-10-am-this-morning.html' title='Popeye the sailor man toot toot'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-6372991697539602834</id><published>2007-02-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:59:46.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and and and</title><content type='html'>Gong xi gong xi gong xi ni YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Good evening, everyone. Today, I had Chinese food not because it's Chinese New Year but because I like it. Today, a wire coiled around a chair's leg punctured my foot. Today, I thought I was going to have tetanus. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;And Grey's Anatomy really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I overate. And I miss my eating partner.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm overusing 'and'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-6372991697539602834?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/6372991697539602834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=6372991697539602834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6372991697539602834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/6372991697539602834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-gong-xi-gong-xi-ni-ya-hahaha.html' title='and and and'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24289198.post-9077985268358365492</id><published>2007-02-17T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:02:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should get a medal for this..</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, sneeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24289198-9077985268358365492?l=decapitating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/feeds/9077985268358365492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24289198&amp;postID=9077985268358365492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9077985268358365492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24289198/posts/default/9077985268358365492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decapitating.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-2-3-sneeze.html' title='I should get a medal for this..'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
