<?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-1502613956615829355</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:52:57.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IWillNeverLetYouFall. &lt;&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502613956615829355.post-4892423298755800697</id><published>2008-06-11T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:54:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 - Our Lady Of Mount Carmel. :))</title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF CLASSES, JUNE 11, 2008. DAYUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. First day wasn't good. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY CHAOTIC FOR ME. I didn't like it. First day didn't turn out quite as I expected. And yeah, it sucked bigtime. FIRST DAYS ARE SUCH DISASTERS FOR ME. I think I'm having bad-first-day-every-school-year sickness. As always, I wasn't lucky. But, I was happy to be in the Star Section again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was in an unequal fraction of sad and happy. 4/6 for happy and 2/6 for sad. Happy because I got to have a nice adviser and I laughed some other part of class. But something's really making me happy that nobody knows rather than me and my thoughts. Sad should be changed to awful. Okay. The day was awful because one, I got to enter class late. Second, I realized my bestfriend (who was my seatmate last year) wasn't in there. Third, I should keep quiet about this. Fourth, I sat in a left-handed seat - at the second row. Fifth, WE ALREADY HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT. Oh, cmon. : WHAT COULD HAVE EVEN MADE THE DAY WORSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. But my thoughts in first days never disappear. It goes on and on all along the whole school year since I tend to remember awful and joyful stuff that happens to me. AAAGH. : LOL. Well, since first day was chaotic, I'm thinking right now what could make the second day a lot more different. But what comes up to my thoughts DOES make it different. THE BAD WAY. 'Cause our adviser told us that she would be arranging our seating arrangement tomorrow. OH HOLY PANCAKES, WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think this school year is the worst among all of 'em. But, it'll be happy - I HOPE. I can't think positive, dammit. I woke up at 5:30 in the morning and had some sort of slight fever. My throat was aching and I couldn't breathe because my nose was filled with the-you-know-what-stuff when you have colds. I took a bath and dressed up. And hey, I missed wearing my daily uniform. (What is wrong with me?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that's what happens. I FEEL DIZZY. : VERRRRRRRRRY DIZZY.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, end here. LOL. I'll post tomorrow, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning &lt;/span&gt;by Incubus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-4892423298755800697?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/4892423298755800697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=4892423298755800697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/4892423298755800697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/4892423298755800697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-our-lady-of-mount-carmel.html' title='6 - Our Lady Of Mount Carmel. :))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-6959104234828319737</id><published>2008-06-03T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:38:58.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world is doomed. :|</title><content type='html'>HELL-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post yesterday on purpose. Because of some issues that got through my nerves that I couldn't type and laziness that can never be removed from my system. Let's see. What happened yesterday. Yeah, it was probably the worst day ever.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE o2 - Monday - Day of Doom. : Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I woke up at 2 AM hearing my brother crying 'cause he couldn't breathe. His nose was clogged. Me and my mom decided to plug in the nebulizer and nebulize my brother. When he was all better, we all went back to sleep. Although, I had difficulties sleeping this time. I woke up at 7 AM. I didn't stand up yet, LOL. I felt lazy. Afternoon was wreckless. I don't want to talk about it. : I just can't stand it. This is the reason why I hated this day. I went to my other grandmother's house after a series of tears and ruining my whole room (actually the whole house). I spent a lot more time there with my cousin. Ate Ven decided to come home with me and she slept here. We slept at 11:55 PM or so. I slept 12 AM. Before going to bed, we played with the computer. We answered a survey where she posted in Friendster. BLAH. =)) LOL. I had quite fun with her. At least she cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE o3 - Tuesday - Felt a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• At least I managed to feel a lot more better and recover fastly from what happened yesterday. I didn't like this day much. It was simple and boring. I woke up 7 AM, again. My usual time to wake up. LOL. I noticed Ate Ven was gone. I went out to check where she was and she was sitting beside the computer. :)) I think she just woke up, too. LOL. We had breakfast. After that, it was another normal and boring day. The usual stuff happen. I made a lot of graphics today. o___O But I won't post them since I'm kinda lazy. LOL. Maybe I'll post them tomorrow if I feel like it. LOL. I had Zagu. :)) And it tasted like COFFEEH. : =)) Waaaaah. I love it. I was wanting more. Haha. Although I still want SKITTLES &amp;amp; STARBUCKS. :)) S&amp;amp;S. What. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I shared enough since I didn't have anything to share.&lt;br /&gt;G`night. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Love &lt;/span&gt;by Maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-6959104234828319737?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/6959104234828319737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=6959104234828319737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6959104234828319737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6959104234828319737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-world-is-doomed.html' title='My world is doomed. :|'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-2944670850488384824</id><published>2008-06-01T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:36:57.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well. :| :))</title><content type='html'>I have got to think of better titles for my blog posts. They just are nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to the mall a while ago. We bought new rubber shoes. (Yay, Nike. LOL, WTH.) After buying rubber shoes, we went to the supermarket to go grocery shopping. And as usual, I pushed the cart. I wondered why I usually spent time holding a book or laying my eyes on a TV rather than what I usually do - meaning playing with the computer. It was quite normal since I wasn't holding an educational book, so I still feel good. But when I start studying and all, I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; go to take a check-up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bored so far as I always am. LOL. I don't feel excited for school - for the first time. I always felt excited about going to school at the first day. But in this school year, I don't feel any happiness and excitement coming. I wonder why. Maybe it's the fact that this is my last year in Elementary - and I also &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I'm saying buh-bye to the Philippines. Hope not, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am mixed up and I don't know why. I've been thinking a lot this summer. That's weird since I should be putting my head into rest this summer. Hey, what is summer for? LOL. I really, really feel weird this summer. I've been thinking of -- almost half of the whole day. That seems awkward. This is just plain stupid. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For &lt;/span&gt;by David Cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-2944670850488384824?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/2944670850488384824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=2944670850488384824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2944670850488384824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2944670850488384824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html' title='Well. :| :))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-6059050974797079743</id><published>2008-05-24T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T03:27:49.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooooooooooh. ;)</title><content type='html'>YAY, I`M BACK. AND I HAVE A LOT TO TELL YOU. ;)_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Cook won American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;! WHOOOOO. =D&gt; =)) He deserves it. And I dunno what'll happen to David Archuleta. I both found them great and they're lucky to be in the Top 2. Archuleta will surely get a career even if he's not American Idol. Although his Guitar Hero commercial was kind of akward. LOL. David Cook's Guitar Hero commercial was really funny. To those who haven't watched 'em yet and are great fans of the Davids, search it up on YouTube 'cause that's where I found 'em. LOL. They both got a new car, for Pete's sake! Good thing both of 'em have licenses. =D Haha. If they hadn't, what were the cars for? 12 Million votes were set apart by David Cook to David Archuleta. HE`S GOT A HUGE FAN BASE THAT I DIDN'T QUITE EXPECT. I'm happy for both of the Davids. I love Always Be My Baby and Angels, LOL. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to comment on the American Idol Season Finale. LOL. =)) Aaaah, critism. ;) The Guru was funny. I loved it when he put shaving cream on David Cook's facial hair and asked him to shave. "Shave! You're on national television!" LOL. Carrie Underwood's dress was a little bit of too short. I don't like it. o.O Renaldo Lapuz, aaaah. =)) &lt;em&gt;I am your brooooother, your bestfriend foreeeeever.&lt;/em&gt; Dang. =)) That part of his song got stuck on my head and it's up to THIS point. LOL. The Jonas Brothers were there. What happened to Nick and Kevin's hair? o.O Really, Kevin was better with the straight hair which was also the hair he had in the music video of SOS. o.O EEP. =)) It was a good show. And I love Ryan Seacrest's dancing. =)) LOL. Stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gone for quite a long time because of several reasons. First of is because of me getting busier and busier everyday. Second, our computer was wrecked with a virus where I didn't know where it came from and had to get refformated. It took a lot of time. I didn't get to play with my beloved PC for a week or two. And it all ends up to being lazy. O___O LOL. I just really am too lazy to handle this blog. Although, I'll try to update quite as often I could. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not gonna tell you anything more anymore, how about a little survey? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Aw, sorry. I'm quite bored. I've been practicing handwriting, and it's better now. I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?- Dad. Family. Friends. --. Ryan Ross. (Yun, eh. Asa kang tatawag si Ryro sayo. :)) :P)&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?- Of course. What would I do with a cart? :))&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had to kiss again the lastperson you kissed, would you?- Suure. ;3 It was mom anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?- Compliments? Bad = Suuure. Good = Puh-lease.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?- Yeah. May angal? :)) Yuuuuun yuuun eh.&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in thewilderness would you survive?- It depends. :P&lt;br /&gt;7. If your house were on fire, whatwould be the things you would save?- Computer. :)) Asa kang mabubuhat mo yung CPU, Monitor, Keyboard at Mouse ng sabay-sabay. :)) Phone ko and my books.&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you sleptin the bed with?- Stuffed toys. Aww. ;3&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you text the most?- Clariccce, Mikaeeluh and --. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite children's book?- I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;11. Eye color?- Dark brawwwn nga eeeh.&lt;br /&gt;12. How tall are you?- Hindi ko alam. Seriously. : :))&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could do it over again,start from scratch, would you?- Alin? Kung life, sure. Kung project at notes, wag na. :)) :P&lt;br /&gt;14. Any secret admirers?- Kaya nga secret eh, nho. But, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you were atSerendra?- Ha. :/ : :)) Tangeks.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite ex?- Wala akong ganun. Psst, bad yaan.&lt;br /&gt;17. Where was the furthest place youtraveled?- Can't recall. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like mustard?- On what? Well, depends on where I put it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer to sleep or to eat?- I don't eat much and I don't sleep much so let's just say I'm squeezed in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you miss anyone?- Uh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you do splits?- Crazeh. :))&lt;br /&gt;22. What movie do you want to seeright now?- Twilight Moveh. x33&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do for New Year'sEve?- Nagpaputok ng SOBRANG DAMI. :&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;24 . Do you think The Grudge wascrappy?- Crappy? :)) I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;25. Was your mom a cheerleader?- Let's see. Stupid, NO.&lt;br /&gt;26. What's the last letter of yourmiddle name?- Z. Yun eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;27. How many hours of sleep do you getat night?- I dunno. Basta alam ko hindi otso. :))&lt;br /&gt;28. What do you wear to sleep?- Damit. Angal? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;29. Is your hair straight or curly?- Straight. :D&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like funny or seriouspeople better?- Nasa oras naman yun, eh. But mostly, funneh.&lt;br /&gt;31. What's on your mind right now?- Seecretttt. ;3 :P&lt;br /&gt;32. Current realization?- I dunno. : :))&lt;br /&gt;33. Any plans 4 tonight?- So far, none. :P :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Whats your fav. song at themoment?- Dunno. But it would be from Pretty.Odd, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;35 . Do you hate chocolate?- Shizmit. I LOVE CHOCOLATES. Got that? : :))&lt;br /&gt;36 . What do you and your parentsfight about the most?- Oh, before? That'd be a family thing.&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you a gullible person?- Gullible? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you need a boyfriend /girlfriend to be happy ?- I don't. I need oxygen. :))&lt;br /&gt;39. If you could have any job whatwould it be?- Bassist or graphic artist. Yun eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you easy to get along with?- Actually, it depends on the person. If I don't like that person, then pahirapan na lang tayo. If I do want to be friends with that person, sure.&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite time of day?- Night night night.&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you generally a happy person?- Not all the time. But usually, yeah. But when I'm happy, I still keep thoughts in my head. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo. Gah-bye for now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When The Day Met The Night &lt;/span&gt;Panic At The Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-6059050974797079743?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/6059050974797079743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=6059050974797079743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6059050974797079743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6059050974797079743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/05/ooooooooooooh.html' title='Ooooooooooooh. ;)'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-1265496981786404879</id><published>2008-05-13T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:43:52.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love Is Just A LIE. :))</title><content type='html'>The title doesn't have anything to do with my post today, `kay? Haha. I'm working on my story now, and texting with Clarice. Haha. It's hard since whenever I text a message with Clarice, one of the people I'm chatting with sends a message. And I can't text left handed. o__O LOL. And I'm annoyed when people buzz me in YM. Not because of the sound. I just don't like being buzzed or being idle. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boredome inspired me to edit some pictures of mine, yet I'm not posting. Haha. I also edited a picture of Ryan Ross. LOL. And it had a lot of hearts along. Haha. Still, I'm not showing. Past week, I made some American Idol icons, though it's only Brooke, David A. and Carly. I haven't made some for the others yet. Since these were all works of boredom. LOL. Maybe I'll post them. =)) And maybe now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199831182862828898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SCmC6TKJxWI/AAAAAAAAABk/notbjRcdd0E/s320/carly1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830843560412498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SCmCmjKJxVI/AAAAAAAAABc/oU6-JQBZvaw/s320/brooke1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199830246559958338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SCmCDzKJxUI/AAAAAAAAABU/E3Lk8n8NtHc/s320/archuleta3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199829950207214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SCmByjKJxTI/AAAAAAAAABM/lyujWr2Vw7w/s320/archuleta2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199829417631270178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SCmBTjKJxSI/AAAAAAAAABE/D9MUQrSQc6Y/s320/archuleta1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all so far. And &lt;strong&gt;NO STEALING.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn, those aren't for sale. Haha. And don't comment on it if you don't like it. I know it ain't nice, but if you comment it as 'ugly', better not comment. I don't need approvals whether they're ugly or not. =P I don't know if I should post more graphics. If I think of posting more, it'd be in the future posts of mine. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I'm bored and I don't know what to do for now. And it seems I've been in TG for sometime now, without posting. And I've opened Notepad for 2 minutes or so, and it's full of text. And I quite don't know why. Haha. AAAH, I CAN`T THINK OF ANYTHING TO DO. o___O Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm bored, I'm ending this post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See `ya tomorrow. Gah-bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I Really Need Is You&lt;/span&gt;; David Cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-1265496981786404879?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/1265496981786404879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=1265496981786404879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1265496981786404879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1265496981786404879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-love-is-just-lie.html' title='Your Love Is Just A LIE. :))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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/_QVvETy6LXZE/SCmC6TKJxWI/AAAAAAAAABk/notbjRcdd0E/s72-c/carly1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502613956615829355.post-2851207053933363822</id><published>2008-05-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T03:37:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day. And I just got tagged.</title><content type='html'>To all mothers out there, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my brothers were in Bulacan by morning, I was the first person who greeted my mom a happy mother's day. And, she thanked me. LOL. Haha. We woke up by 7:30 AM and got up as soon as possible. LOL. By 8:00, we had breakfast. And 8:30, my mom told me that we're going to attend mass by 9:45, so I should be ready in any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go to mass and I wore a black shirt. o_O LOL. When the mass was about to end, the priest called out all the mothers for them to go in front and be blessed. Of course, my mom and grandmother went. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass ended and me and mom went to my aunt's house to great them a Happy Mother's Day and to give them the flowers. LOL. I saw my cousin and played with him. Yes, he's only 2 years old and I had to play with him. Haha. We bought them some Lumpiang Ubod and we all ate them in their house and we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours, my brothers got home and we went to TriNoma. Yay. Haha. I enjoyed, but when I got home my feet were aching. The parking lot was full. Seems like a gazillion people came to celebrate Mother's Day and go there for the sale. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGER: It`s ALTY, dear. x3 Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten things that start with the letter L.&lt;br /&gt;1) Lost - I dunno. o__O Am I?&lt;br /&gt;2) Life - Currently treating me good, yet boring.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3) Lice - Big yuck. =P Who wants to have lice, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;4) Laughter - Everyday. :)) Can`t live without.&lt;br /&gt;5) Laughing my a** off - Don't use it that much, I use LOL. :))&lt;br /&gt;6) Liars - Ooh, someone's hurt if that person reads this.&lt;br /&gt;7) Lovelife - EEK. Ryan Ross. =)) WTH.&lt;br /&gt;8) Link Exchange - You? :))&lt;br /&gt;9) Lonely - Not really. :P&lt;br /&gt;10) Limewire - I can't open it, three days ago up to now. o_O&lt;br /&gt;^ WEIRD. o_O Ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, TO TAG. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Jhoana; Buena; Ate Jade; Plender; Ate RJ.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, can't find anymore. :)) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like all.&lt;br /&gt;Until next post.&lt;br /&gt;Gah-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seasons Of Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; American Idol Top 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-2851207053933363822?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/2851207053933363822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=2851207053933363822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2851207053933363822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2851207053933363822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-and-i-just-got-tagged.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day. And I just got tagged.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-8656890602380910185</id><published>2008-05-06T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T03:58:32.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting. =P LOL.</title><content type='html'>I'm back. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From several days of forgetting to post and wanting to post but couldn't, I'm here, posting. WTH, did that even make sense? Yes, it did. Don't ask. LOL. I'm about to change the layout of this blog, yet I think it'll take not just SOME time, but a lot of it. @-) Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I've been sick for 2 days, or more then now I'm all better. It's mysterious why I expected to have a high fever again since I watched TV at late night, but when I woke up, I felt all better. Look at that, I felt better when I actually played with the computer for several hours, and watch five 30-minute TV Shows in a row. o__O How'd that happen? Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMERICAN IDOL UPDATE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke White left the contest. She sang 'I'm A Believer' and 'I Am, I Said'. She did pretty good in my own opinion. The fact is, I ain't a judge, and I didn't vote - 'cause I couldn't. (But if I could, I could've voted for Carly Smithson weeks ago before she left! AAAAH.) Randy and Paula thought it was good, but Simon judged it as a nightmare. LOL. He's just telling his opinion, but he is so not being honest. Haha. BTW, next week is ROCK N' ROLL HALL OF FAME. David Cook has the greatest amount of pressure, since everybody else expects this to be his best night, ever. He's the only rockstar left in there, so everyone thinks David will steal the show. Well, I hope the pressure doesn't eat him so he could perform nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't do anything. My brother heated me up, he's a totally break in the neck. What I mean is he's brattier than I am. GAASSH. I can't take anymore from his mouth. He keeps talking while I watch TV, and asks who the characters are every millisecond. Who wouldn't think of that as one talkative boy? I'm totally freaked out by the way he's way more talkative than me. Yeah, I know. But, I ain't talking while I'm doing this. I express my talk through hands, not the mouth since I run out my voice very fast. And I'm sort of saving it for school, I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've already mentioned school, I have such a lot of stuff in mind. Like, am I still going to be in the pilot section next year, will I be able to make new friends, what would it feel like being a graduating student, what the heck are the retreat stuff, and plenty more. Yep, I'm terrified of going to school since I'll see a lot of guys again. (I have guy-o-phobia. Don't ask what it is.) I wish I'd have nice teachers, and classmate that are the same as the fifth grade batch. Err. Next month = school starts. DAMN IT. : I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate it. : DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN. What the hell. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that would be all for this day.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I could post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gah-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by David Archuleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-8656890602380910185?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/8656890602380910185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=8656890602380910185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8656890602380910185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8656890602380910185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/05/posting-p-lol.html' title='Posting. =P LOL.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-7872653337876347603</id><published>2008-04-28T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:43:53.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Top 5 performs. :&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SBk0mM-DQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cZ5s3LCmh64/s1600-h/ai5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195241476069737266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVvETy6LXZE/SBk0mM-DQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cZ5s3LCmh64/s320/ai5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just watched American Idol a while ago. Each of them sang two songs. First to sing was Jason Castro, with &lt;strong&gt;Forever In Blue Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;. I found it nice, and it satisfied me. Well, his second song was &lt;strong&gt;September Morns&lt;/strong&gt; which I didn't really like. His first song was better than this one. Next up, David Cook. :&gt; Haha. His first song was&lt;strong&gt; I'm Alive&lt;/strong&gt;. It was good. :DD Haha. And his second one was &lt;strong&gt;All I Really Need Is You&lt;/strong&gt;, which I also enjoyed. YAAY! =D&gt; Brooke White sang &lt;strong&gt;I'm A Believer&lt;/strong&gt; which was played a day after IGB. LOL. I still remember that song. :)) Her second choice was &lt;strong&gt;I Am, I Said&lt;/strong&gt; wherein she used a piano and did great. :&gt; David Archuleta's first song was &lt;strong&gt;Sweet Caroline&lt;/strong&gt; and I loved it. ♥ LOL. His second song choice was &lt;strong&gt;America&lt;/strong&gt; and both Randy and Simon thought it was a wise choice. Syesha Mercado sang &lt;strong&gt;Hello Again&lt;/strong&gt; and I didn't really like it that much. But her second one was great, it was &lt;strong&gt;Thank The Lord For The Night Time&lt;/strong&gt;. Songs like those are the song that Syesha should keep singing. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed American Idol. Simon's one-word comments were hateful. =P He said Jason's was forgettable, David Cook's was average, Brooke's was a nightmare (&lt;em&gt;which I totally disagree with.&lt;/em&gt;), David Archuleta's was average and Syesha's wasn't good. =P He's a total disaster. :)) LOL. And Paula had bloopers thinking Jason Castro sang twice. =P She commented two times and Randy told him, "We're supposed to comment on only the first performance, Paula." and she replied, "Oh my God, I thought Jason sang twice." Haha. :)) I laughed, for real. And Ryan told her, "You've seen the future, baby." LOL. :)) Good. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm forgetting to post since I've got nothing to post. Well, all things are boring every Summer. And if I should rate this summer from 1-10, it would be a 2. GAAAAAAH. So damn boring. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pas De Cheval &lt;/span&gt;by Panic At The Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-7872653337876347603?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/7872653337876347603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=7872653337876347603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7872653337876347603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7872653337876347603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/american-idol-top-5-performs.html' title='American Idol Top 5 performs. :&gt;'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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/_QVvETy6LXZE/SBk0mM-DQzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cZ5s3LCmh64/s72-c/ai5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1502613956615829355.post-8375655345303694102</id><published>2008-04-17T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T05:46:06.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood. xDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;You Are 12% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a vain bone in your body - almost as a matter of principal.&lt;br /&gt;You demand to be judged on who you are, not what you look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(INTJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is logical, uncompromising, independent, and nonconformist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 3% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 4% of all men.&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL. Looks like THAT ends it. I'm not vain. x] And I'm happy. Gah. xD I don't take myself as vain, and I do hope I would never ever be. :DD LOL! I like taking quizzes. They just relieve at least a part of the boredom in me. LOL. And surveys do, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just found out that my personality was very rare. :o Ooh, I didn't know that. But, some friends and relatives do label me as one-of-a-kind and I didn't really believe. o_O And I'd rather believe myself than that quiz. LOL. Tssssss. =)) Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer is currently BORING. I seem to rather go to school and do a lot of activities rather than stay at home this summer, having a lazy butt and doing nothing but watch the same old TV shows, get something from the refrigerator, sleep in a sort of comfortable (yet, not much) bed, face the ever staying and sorta crappy computer and take several baths because of the blazzing summer heat. Sheesh. Is there any way to prevent summer's boredom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, a lot of people suggests me to get dressed and explore different malls, like going into shopping manias and so on. But, I prefer exploring more songs and getting to love them rather than to get out of this house and put some money on the line and end up getting unused and bored of. No, thanks. x] Shopping might be fun, but I don't really seem to have fun when I shop. The thrill isn't there, not as the same with having to study for a periodical test in Science and Hekasi. :o Yet, it's a different kind of thrill. It's the scared type of thrill. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;David, Jhoana and I have been chatting in a conference for two days straight. x] We had an English-themed conversation yesterday and had to end up speaking in Tagalog. LOL. And a while ago, we just had another conference and I noticed I made the most number of topics as possible. LOL. We shared favorite kinds of gadgets, favorite sites and a lot more. I do have fun, yet it gets kind of lame whenever the people stop. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bet this seems long already. I've got nothing to post. See the title of this post? Yes, it's absolutely, positively and nothing but truth. XP LOL. Gah-bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; by Keyshia Cole featuring P. Diddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-8375655345303694102?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/8375655345303694102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=8375655345303694102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8375655345303694102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8375655345303694102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-in-mood-xdd.html' title='Not in the mood. xDD'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-7450045005927784720</id><published>2008-04-15T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:39:17.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Friends.</title><content type='html'>Today was half of the same and lame days I encounter everyday and half shocking and exciting since I had visitors today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was pretty much okay. Last night, I couldn't sleep and it was already 12 o'clock. I think I slept by 1 o'clock. And I absolutely don't know why. O_o WTH could be wrong with me? Haha. Anyway, I woke up by 8 o'clock. I got up and combed my hair and brushed my teeth. It felt like another boring and ordinary day. But I stand corrected. :] I ate breakfast and sat for a while at the sofa. Opened the TV, expecting there was something good to watch but again, I stand corrected. There was nothing to watch that time. LOL. I decided to switch off the TV and go upstairs and played with the computer. Mom told me to use her account first so we could see if my father (who is in California) was online. &lt;strong&gt;I'm missing him TOO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, who wouldn't miss his or her own father? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to talk to him and he got pretty sleepy since it's already night there. :D The worst part of teh day came in - which was the afternoon. I couldn't do anything but watch TV. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Haha. I never did that before. :)) I watched TV and blabbered on teh phone with Clarice. Yeah, she has so many stories this summer. And I'm happy since we've got a topic. Haha. You go, girl. =)) Watching TV does no good to me, really. It keeps me on a lazy mood and I couldn't do anything. Haha. Teh TV gets me nowhere. I swareee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I planned to go to our grandma's house. Yet, when we were almost there, I saw a friend of mine. She's with her cousins who were my childhood friends. We had to go apart because they were moving to their province. All of us were sad, still we couldn't stop 'em from leaving. They came back here for a visit in Manila. I really missed them. REALLY. :D And I felt so glad to see them again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-7450045005927784720?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/7450045005927784720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=7450045005927784720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7450045005927784720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7450045005927784720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/childhood-friends.html' title='Childhood Friends.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-7338086734060412712</id><published>2008-04-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T03:25:39.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitely bored. I want to post surveys now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survey #1: 101 Questions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: 101 questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001: Real Name = Faith.&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname = Faith parin.&lt;br /&gt;003. Single or taken = N/A.&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac Sign = Libra.&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female = Female.&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary School = ICCS.&lt;br /&gt;007. Favorite Color = Black.&lt;br /&gt;008. How many buddies on your YM = Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;009. Screen name = Faith. [Pwede ring Mello. :P]&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair Color = Black.&lt;br /&gt;011. long or short = Tama lang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;014. Eye Color = Dark Brown.&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you healthy = Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;016. Height = Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone = Ha? :))&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself = LOVE. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;020. Think you're awesome = Not really.&lt;br /&gt;021. Piercings tongue = BIG NO.&lt;br /&gt;022. Tattoos = Not in mind.&lt;br /&gt;023. Righty or Lefty = Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Your 'Firsts'___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. Surgery = Never and none.&lt;br /&gt;025. First piercing = None and never.&lt;br /&gt;026. First best friend = Plender.&lt;br /&gt;027. First Award = Top Three, Kinder. =))&lt;br /&gt;028. First Sport You Joined = Basketball. (I play.)&lt;br /&gt;029. First pet = Hamster.&lt;br /&gt;030. First vacation = Long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;031. First Concert = MYMP, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;032. First love = Privacy and space needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Currently___&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating = None.&lt;br /&gt;050. Im drinking = None, again.&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to = Teardrops On My Guitar by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting For = Mom. :P&lt;br /&gt;057. Wearing = White t-shirt and olive green shorts. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Your Future__&lt;br /&gt;058. Want Kids? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to Get Married? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in Mind = To be a professional graphic maker. :P :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Which is better with the opposite sex__&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes? Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or Kisses? Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic, Spontaneous? Don't know, again.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms? Don't know, again again.&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud? Don't know, again again again.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship? Don't know, again again again again.&lt;br /&gt;. Trouble Maker or Hesitant? For teh last time - I DON`T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Have you ever___&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a Stranger = No and not in mind.&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles = Eew, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts = I don't wear any of teh two.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran Away From home = Never and no.&lt;br /&gt;082. Broken any bones = Ha? :))&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken Someone's Heart = Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned Someone Down = Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried When Someone Died = Of course.&lt;br /&gt;088. Cried at school = Maybe. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Do You Believe In___&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself = Sometimes yeah, sometimes no.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles = I'm still not sure, but I think no.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight = 100% NO!&lt;br /&gt;094. Magic = Kanta yun ah. :))&lt;br /&gt;095. Heaven = Yes.&lt;br /&gt;096. Santa Clause = I used to when I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;097. Sex on the first date = That sucks, bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;098. Kissing on the first date = Again, it does suck.&lt;br /&gt;099. Angels = Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Answer Truthfully___&lt;br /&gt;100. Is There one or more people you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;* Never. I'm glad being me.&lt;br /&gt;101. Is there somethings u wish 4 ritenow?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah. ;) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Parang pa-laktaw-laktaw yung numbers, nho? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Kinopya ko lang yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-7338086734060412712?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/7338086734060412712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=7338086734060412712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7338086734060412712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7338086734060412712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/definitely-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-149430279542887324</id><published>2008-04-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:38:54.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabado Nights. LOL. =))</title><content type='html'>Sabado Nights. LOL. Not actually teh best day of summer, it's still the same as the other days of summer. It's still &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's BAWRING. =)) LOL. Can't think of anything and it came in pretty obvious. I felt like a dictionary today. Haha. I'll show some facts I thought before posting here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disconnection&lt;/strong&gt; (dis-ko-nek-siyon)&lt;br /&gt;- First word that pops into your mind: &lt;em&gt;Internet Connection&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt; (sum-mur)&lt;br /&gt;- No more school; As boring as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hang-A-Roo&lt;/strong&gt; (hang-ga-ru)&lt;br /&gt;- A game that involves a kangaroo; Guessing game; You hate when you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's not meant to be comedy. I just thought about those words since I just got bored and kinda stressed out with the daily routine of summer. Sleep by 11 o'clock or 12 o'clock, wake up by 5:30 in the morning, eat breakfast (&lt;em&gt;optional&lt;/em&gt;), watch TV, internet session, online game time, take a bath, get back with the computer, eat lunch, computer-ing once more, turn off the computer, watch TV, call a friend on the phone, eat anything (&lt;em&gt;optional&lt;/em&gt;), watch TV, hands on the ever so slow computer, eat dinner (&lt;em&gt;optional&lt;/em&gt;), PC one more time, watch TV, lie in bed, listen to the music my MP4 has, sleep. LOL. Haha. Kinda long, but the same things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the schedule thing-y, you'll notice my breakfast and dinner is optional. LOL. Yeah, for me - lunch is teh most important meal of the day, and I don't really know why. It's only for me. And I know that breakfast really is. I'm pretty random, and yeah - &lt;u&gt;DEFINITELY &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. LOL. Gaaah. :)) Eating is kinda optional for me. Just as long as I have a bottle of C2, water or anything with me, I could survive without eating anything. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess post ends here. :P&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I think it's another survey thing-y.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, yeah - I'll be posting some dictionary stuff if I think of some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-149430279542887324?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/149430279542887324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=149430279542887324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/149430279542887324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/149430279542887324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/sabado-nights-lol.html' title='Sabado Nights. LOL. =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-8484567576221799494</id><published>2008-04-09T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:18:03.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of posting. Teehee.</title><content type='html'>Guess what, I'm always forgetting to post. Yet, yesterday, I didn't. LOL. Cool. I'm so not good at updating and posting in blogs. In a better way, I'm not a good taker-carer of blogs. Teehee. Past days update! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 06, 2008 ;; Monday ;; Swim-swim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ We went to Bulacan and went swimming. If you haven't noticed, the survey I posted yesterday says "What do you plan doing on the weekends?" and the person I copied from answered "swimming" and I said I agreed. LOL. She's my cousin and she was with me that day. LOL. I turned slightly tan. Nooo! Haha. Just kidding. X) I did have fun swimming with Ate Aiza, Kuya Bryan, Ate Ven, Ate Mariah, Ate Xinia and my brother. Teehee. Had fun diving and floating. Yet, not drowning. Haha. Pretending to be dead on water is cool. Haha. Just make sure guardians and lifeguards don't see. LOL. Yeah, right. Like there IS a lifeguard. Teehee. On our way, we had a stop-over at Starbucks. One thought in mind - &lt;strong&gt;HEAVEN.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Starbucks. Aaah! Thank you, Ate Xinia for the Caramel Frappe. It tasted like heaven. Teehee. What name did you use? Yeah, right. Me and Ate Xinia aren't telling you. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 07, 2008 ;; Tuesday ;; Happy Birthday, Ate Airene. X)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ It was Ate Airene's birthday. We had spaghetti, lumpia [&lt;em&gt;not shanghai. teehee.&lt;/em&gt;] and a lot more stuffie-duffies. LOL. It was pretty fun. Mom, Tita Alona and Ate Ven went out and I have no idea where they went. Teehee. Ate Ven, thank you for teh pizza. :)) It tasted delicious. And I know it came from heaven. Haha. =)) Just kidding. Ordinary day. But with the delicious food that we only set up whenever there are special events. Ugh, this day I feel like I want to get my hands on a bass. I want to play one, badly. SOOOO BADLY. : :)) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 08, 2008 ;; Wednesday ;; American Idol, Baby. =))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Watched AI a while ago. David Archuleta's performance is incredible. Of course, every performance by him seems great to me. LOL. He's my bet since Ramiele just got eliminated last week. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-8484567576221799494?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/8484567576221799494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=8484567576221799494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8484567576221799494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8484567576221799494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/lack-of-posting-teehee.html' title='Lack of posting. Teehee.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-6384181540274473612</id><published>2008-04-05T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:24:47.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to post. LOL.</title><content type='html'>I've got absolutely nothing to post since it's the same, old boring day I experience this summertime. I just made more graphics and watched TV. LOL. Oh, and I changed my layout. What do you think? Haha. For me, it's nice. Haha. XD I'm bored and looked around for surveys. Since there's nothing to post, I'll just answer surveys here today. And if nothing good and more thrilling happens tomorrow, I would post whatever I think of. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survey&lt;/strong&gt;. (From Ate Ven, thank youu. ;;])&lt;br /&gt;1.Spell your name as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;-- Feyt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you available?&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't think so. X)&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite color&lt;br /&gt;-- Black and Gray. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;4. Does your home have a bookcase?&lt;br /&gt;-- Used to. Pero, sinira ng kapatid ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you been to Laguna?&lt;br /&gt;-- No. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever gone fishing?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nawp. But wants to. :))&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seen a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;-- In person? Yeah, pero local lang.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?&lt;br /&gt;-- Na-ah. No plan of it. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HOWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How much money do you have on youright now?&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't know. :P&lt;br /&gt;2. How many jobs have you had?&lt;br /&gt;-- Absolutely zero.&lt;br /&gt;4. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;-- Pfft. Bad question. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;-- Anne Marie.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last word you shout out loud?&lt;br /&gt;-- Kasii! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. When's the last time you ate McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;-- I never ate McDonalds but I ate at McDonalds. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;4. The last thing you bought.?&lt;br /&gt;-- Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;-- Brothers. :P&lt;br /&gt;7. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;-- I forgot. Tss. Oh, well. :))&lt;br /&gt;8. Last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;-- A while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the temperature outside?&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't know. I just know it's pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. What time did you wake up&lt;br /&gt;-- Exactly 8 o'clock. EXACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-- Why wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do two days ago?&lt;br /&gt;-- Hmm, two days ago? Nothing, was still boring.&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your birthday coming up?&lt;br /&gt;-- Wag kang excited.&lt;br /&gt;4. Where were you at 3:02 AM this morning?&lt;br /&gt;-- At my room, about 5 hours and two minutes before I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your plans for thisweekend?&lt;br /&gt;--Swimming sa bulacan. -- &lt;em&gt;Kasama ako diyan, Ate Ven. :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;-- Pepsi. :)) Laging pang-recess yan, di kaya C2. =))&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you dislike at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't know. :P&lt;br /&gt;8. What did you dream about lastnight?&lt;br /&gt;-- Masyadong malalim tulog ko, hindi ko napanood. :))&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the last TV show youwatched?&lt;br /&gt;-- The Fairly Odd Parents. Sabi ng kapatid ko, eh.&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite piece ofjewelry?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nothing. :))&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you on any medication?&lt;br /&gt;-- Huh?&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever cut your own hair?&lt;br /&gt;-- No. I hate doing those.&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite frozen treat?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ice cream, ice scramble, et cetera. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-6384181540274473612?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/6384181540274473612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=6384181540274473612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6384181540274473612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6384181540274473612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-to-post-lol.html' title='Nothing to post. LOL.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-9091048610280195988</id><published>2008-04-04T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T06:50:31.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - Issuance Of Cards.</title><content type='html'>Today was teh issuance of cards. LMAO. There wasn't anything special about it. Well, I guess there was. Haha. I had a chance to see my friends. But only a few of them. I just miss seeing our class completely entering one classroom for 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my grades and it was not the way I wanted it to turn out. Err. I just can't live with these kinds of grades. My mom got mad at me for having such LOOOOW grades. [&lt;em&gt;Well, that's what my mom thinks. But for me, 88.12 isn't half bad, right?&lt;/em&gt;] My mom and I had a deal which I didn't like throughly but had to agree with her since I couldn't do anything to disagree. My mom told me that if I couldn't be consistent with my grades next school year, once we get my father's petition papers, I'm off to California without graduating. That caught me in a bad mood. I didn't know what to do. What if I'm not qualified to be in the Pilot Section anymore? What if I couldn't be consistent with my grades? What the heck. I'm thinking too much and I feel all the pressure. It's still summer so I guess I could start on controlling myself and budgeting my schedule on having fun time and simply studying. I just hope it turns out better than expected. LOL. Like that'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything more to post.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Goodbye. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-9091048610280195988?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/9091048610280195988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=9091048610280195988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/9091048610280195988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/9091048610280195988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-issuance-of-cards.html' title='Friday - Issuance Of Cards.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-3059293566377001372</id><published>2008-03-25T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T06:33:51.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! Blogger loaded. :))</title><content type='html'>It was such a long time since you last saw me updating my blog. I really missed posting. I didn't forget to post, the website couldn't load. It always says "Page cannot be displayed." and I wanted to beat the hell out of the computer whenever that happens. I have so much to say that I don't know where to start. Oh, yeah. Sportsfests, Holy Week, then Last Day of Classes, the girl who copied my About Me and a lot more stuff. :)) I can't really remember the dates. (But, hey. What are calendars for?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 17 - 22, 2008. -- Monday until Saturday -- Pinakabanal na linggo. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Yep. It's Holy Week and we really got bored in the province. It wasn't planned for us to go to the province, we weren't prepared. Too bad, I had a lot of pending requests from friends of mine. Well, I just accepted. We were so bored. Good thing my aunt and uncle brought their DVD with them and had a lot of CD's. Us cousins just had a movie marathon. We watched the ever-so-brutal &lt;strong&gt;Saw IV&lt;/strong&gt;. Eew. It's too brutal we couldn't eat with ketchup that time. Haha. We also watched &lt;strong&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks, Bee Movie, Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;. Death Note rocks. Haha. It's cool. But, we only reached Episode 13 or 14 because we watched it only for one day. =)) I also finished my cousin's book for two days. LOL. It's &lt;strong&gt;ABNKKBSNPLAKo?!&lt;/strong&gt; by Bob Ong. Haha. Bob Ong's book are really nice and I really idolize his books and himself. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 24, 2008. -- Monday -- Last Day Na Ng Greyd Payb. :[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'll terribly miss this batch and I don't know why. This year's batch has something that any other batch didn't really have. I didn't know what Grade V had. Maybe because this year, I had the closest friends and the toughest enemies. Haha. I'll miss everybody, as in EVERYBODY in our class. I hope I'll still be studying here in the Philippines but since my parents are planning for us to go to California, I'm not really sure. If ever I do leave, I'll miss everyone and everything. Every single memory. Aww. How touching. Haha. I studied at that school for 7 years straight and I don't know if I'll be having the 8th year (&lt;em&gt;which is Grade 6.&lt;/em&gt;) there. If I go to California, I would be graduating by Grade 9 (&lt;em&gt;I think. =))&lt;/em&gt;) and if I do stay here, I'll be graduating. Waa. Big difference. Here in the Philippines, I wouldn't suffer from Grade 7, 8 and 9. Suffocating, it's KILLING ME. I don't know. : Err, I hate iiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 25 - April 2, 2008. -- Summer. :D Pretty Boring, GRABE. =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pfft. I kinda miss going to school. You know, waking up early and getting late for school. Haha. I miss those times whenever our adviser asks me why I'm late. I miss CLASSROOM. CLASSMATES. C2. Pepsi. Hingalin pag-akyat sa hagdan. Flag Ceremony. Teachers. Pagiging late. Malista sa noisy at standing. Recess. Lunchbreak. Daldalan habang nag-le-lesson ang teacher. Tumakbo paikot ng quadrangle. Class picture. Makipag-away at magparinigan with classmates and others. Groupings. Seatwork. Assignment. Project. Recitation. Periodical Exam. Library. Canteen. First to Fourth Floor. Science Lab. Computer Lab. HE Room. Guidance Office. Prefect of Pupils Office. Principal's Office. Stage. Gumising ng 5:00. Pumasok ng 7:00. Umuwi ng 3:00. Second Trip. Demonstration. Sportsfest. Recognition. Kuhanan ng cards. Surprise Quiz. Katakot-takot na kahabaan ng lecture na kokopyahin. Writing book. Math. EPP. English. Religion. Filipino. Science. Hekasi. EP. Music. Computer. GMRC. First Friday Mass. Mga nag-o-observe sa tabi namin habang nag-ka-klase ng iba-ibang subject. Makapag-internet sa Computer Lab. Lumipat sa Science Lab kasi ginagamit ang room namin. Transferring seats. Chewing gum habang classes. Nakakadulas na corridor. Manggulo habang nagka-klase ang mga Grade 1 at sawayin ng Prefect of Pupils. Bringing gadgets to school. Let's just say I'm missing school. Haha. Whatever. LOL. I haven't done actually EVERYTHING on the list. But, I guess I've done some. :)) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the issuance of cards for Grades 1 to 5. Teehee. I'm coming with Mom and I don't know why. It's either I feel bored and locked inside our house or I'm missing school. - &lt;em&gt;missing school is kinda' impossible, i think.&lt;/em&gt; LOL. But, I'm still coming to get my card whatever the reason is. At last, I've updated but I don't know why. Haha. I kinda' forgot about my blog and Blogger wasn't loading fast. Whatever the story is. Haha. Okay, I gotta go. :P Surely I'll be posting tomorrow, I guess. Haha. GTG, people. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-3059293566377001372?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/3059293566377001372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=3059293566377001372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3059293566377001372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3059293566377001372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-blogger-loaded.html' title='FINALLY! Blogger loaded. :))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-1528814621898062669</id><published>2008-03-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:09:43.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala. :p :&gt;</title><content type='html'>Why couldn't I post in two days without leaving a day blank? LOL. That's really called lazy. It's either I'm lazy to post, forgot to post and remembered it when I'm about to sleep or my mom won't let me use the computer. Err, the reason for yesterday was I went to a friend's house and I went home at 9 o'clock. [lol. it's one street from my house. :p] When I came home, mom wouldn't let me use the computer after I took a bath and promised myself that I'll post tomorrow morning which is happening now. :)) Again, I didn't post for Friday because of reason #2 - I FORGOT TO POST AND I REMEMBERED WHEN I WAS IN BED. LMAO. I've got short memory loss. =)) Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY :: MARCH 14, 2008 :: AWARDING DAW, WALA NAMAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ It's funny why I used a tagalog expression for the title I was about to put which is &lt;em&gt;awarding daw, wala naman&lt;/em&gt;. We went home at 5 o'clock because there was supposed to be an awarding ceremony for the winners at the sportsfest games. We didn't expect such. We're dead last at Volleyball girls and the third placers in Basketball boys. Our boys wasn't able to have recess when they competed with Simplicity that's why they had their first loss. Their second loss was against Faith. Err, they didn't have lunch this time. When they got back, our girls were the ones who got absolutely angry at V - Faith. Us, girls shouted "&lt;em&gt;Walang clearance! Walang clearance!&lt;/em&gt;" LOL. We threatened the section that they wouldn't have a sign at their Math clearance because they're Math teacher is our adviser. =)) I got so angry. : Anyway, this day is well, let's say terrible. I had such an awful day. The only people I would always hang out this day was Clarice &lt;em&gt;*as usual&lt;/em&gt;, Kryz, Ericka Anne, Jazer and some other guys. : Ericka was also in a bad mood and so was Jazer. The three of us were seating peacefully at one corner. I was listening to my MP4 and suddenly, it got low bat. X( I hate that. When it got dead, I bent my knees and slept. A few minutes later, Ericka borrowed Jazer's iPhone and we did pass the message together. We exchanged messages since I was all out of voice. : Ericka and Jazer had issues on their lovelife and I was able to help even quite a bit and I had a terribly bad day because of &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; ignorances. :-" I wonder who those are. Haha. Stupid day. We went home at 5 o'clock. I checked the clock at the guardhouse and I was expecting that it was 4 o'clock yet it was only quarter to 3. Err. I hated this day. I threw my handkerchief and slept and was about to cry. Tss, enough of the effin' drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY :: MARCH 15, 2008 :: NOTHING BIG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ A regular day, same as all the others except for the fact that I wake up at 5:00. ;p This time, I woke up 2 hours later. :)) Yes, I woke up at 7 o'clock for absolutely nothing. I woke up because of the disturbance my brother was making. He was screaming. My room's door was closed but his voice was so loud it passed through. LMAO. I miss shouting. :( I absolutely miss screaming with my oh-so loud voice and I also miss laughing so hard that I was about to knock off my chair. :( I really want my voice back. Really really really want it back, and badly. I'm earning it back but still not the same as my favorite voice that could scream and reach the first floor of the school from the fourth floor. :[ I couldn't sing my favorite songs now. I've got no more voice to use to scream and sing. I mean, yes - I could talk but I feel really sad. Absolutely sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-1528814621898062669?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/1528814621898062669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=1528814621898062669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1528814621898062669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1528814621898062669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/03/lalala-p.html' title='Lalala. :p :&gt;'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-267352957288427072</id><published>2008-03-12T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:16:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days Without Posting. =))</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I haven't posted for 7 days here in my blog. I was intending to post but it seems that Blogger wasn't working here in our computer. Let's just say there are a few glitches with Blogger in out computer. It won't open so I couldn't change the links I had and now that I've opened Blogger, I will post the new links and updated. I forgot what happened the past days. All I remember was today and yesterday. LOL. Oh, and Monday's day, too. Let's start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 10, 2008 - Monday -Practice. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Plender went here to out house and we practiced Volleyball. I don't play this game at all. I don't even mind it. All I know is I don't have a passion for this kind of game. I play Basketball, not Volleyball. LMAO. Unfortunately, Plender threw the ball too high and it went to the roof. We had to get a pile of chairs and Plender stood there and I got a broom. We used the broom to push the ball down but it didn't work. Our neighbor had a thing that could really reach the ball and we used that. LOL. I am so bad at explanations. This was the same day Plender and I played with the lyre. Aw, I miss using my lyre. I don't use it anymore. I guess I want to use it again but I just can't carry it. Talk about a heavy load of books, bags and a lunchbox and you`ll add a lyre. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 11, 2008 - Tuesday - Crazy. I can't explain. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We had a practice at the quadrangle but I just participated in one round. I didn't want to play this game but since it was only a practice, I went it. I can't play it. I don't know how to serve nor receive. Weak at receiving but I just need a little more force in serving. Haha. I don't get myself. :)) I brought my cellphone to school and it wasn't the first time. We went to the regular seating arrangement again but we were having a practice for the cheering or the yell. We had to compress. The space is a little too narrow. And as usual, I had the mannerism of kicking chairs. The guys in front of me were too sensitive and I hate it. : What can I kick now? =)) Saving voice for tomorrow. But, I don't have my voice anymore. I want to sing but I just can't! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 12, 2008 - Wednesday - Let The Games Begin. =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sportsfest starts today. I didn't mind anything at first and I didn't even know what to do. I wanted to listen to music but I left my MP4 in my bag. I wanted to play around but I can't. I wanted to sing but I really, really can't do it. Ouch, my throat hurts. Peter won as Master Sportsfest 2008 for the 5th Grade level and unfortunately, our oh-so beautiful and charming muse lost to a flirty monster. She looks like she was soaked into a tub of chocolate and she didn't have to wear shorts. Her shorts was the size of her panties. =)) I simply hate her, that's all. Haha. It's so OBVIOUS that I hate her. Such a flirt. Back to positive. Volleyball game started. First six was Andrea (captain ball), Elaine, Karen, Plender, Dianne and Hera. When Plender asked for a substitute, Ericka got into the court. Mister Lapitan told it was break time for a while. Miss Formento approached me and told me that I would get in after the water break. Err. I was the replacement or substitute for Hera. I hate the fact that I couldn't play Volleyball. I wanted to play Basketball instead. They took a lot of pictures today. =)) A lot of people broguht their digital cameras with them and some brought their cellphones, music gadgets, etc. :)) Yeah, right. Like I ain't one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take anymore typing.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;10:09 in the evening&lt;/em&gt; and I'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Need some sleep and vocals should rest.&lt;br /&gt;I want my voice back. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-267352957288427072?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/267352957288427072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=267352957288427072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/267352957288427072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/267352957288427072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-days-without-posting.html' title='7 Days Without Posting. =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-4619414896822095670</id><published>2008-03-05T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:57:57.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing a little too nice.</title><content type='html'>What the heck is going on with me? C'mon, I can't understand my own life. It seems that I'm playing the nice one again and I don't want to. The fact that I couldn't even harm a single fly is killing me. I want to get the pain the hell out of me but still I couldn't. I'm beating my head off me. Thinking about them just makes the pain feel worse but I still can't get them out of my head. Of course, they're the two dearest people of my life. I can't and shouldn't even let go of them. I can't believe it. It's about crazy and fair obsession that's why that person is angry at me. Wasting time about this issue. I don't want my attention to get thrown into this issue but it's absolutely and freakishly stuck in the head just like when pussycats get caught on a tree branch. Yet, it's not that easy to let go of. I keep getting myself hurt about this stupid thing. It's really funny because my world is going loco over this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I'd say this but this year's sportsfest is going to be a disaster for me. They join me in for Volleyball and I don't even know how to make defenses. Hello, I don't play volleyball! I'm the worst volleyball on Earth. Well, how could I be a player if I don't even play it anyway. No matter what, I've 0% chances of liking this volleyball. I'd rather drink carrot and peanut milkshake than play this game in the sportsfest. I'd be pretty serious to do this. I want to be absent on the day of the sportsfest and I'm serious about it. Everyone thinks I could play volleyball but I'm not even interested in playing this kind of sport. I'm going to waste my time for this. I'd rather be in front of the computer playing games and learning about the bass which I've always dreamt of. I'll really ask mom if I could stay at home. We'll do absolutely nothing at all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really serious for my passion of playing the bass someday. I want to learn how to play a bass but I don't have one. They say it's really hard and spends a lot of time before you learn how to play a bass but it doesn't matter for me. I've dreaming of playing the bass since I was in the second grade. I idolize a lot of bassists such as Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy and Mikey Way of My Chemical Romance. They're just two of the many. I know a lot more bassists rather than Pete and Mikey. The bass seems to be my ideal instrument and I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post seems to be too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END&lt;/strong&gt;POST&lt;em&gt;HERE&lt;/em&gt;.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-4619414896822095670?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/4619414896822095670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=4619414896822095670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/4619414896822095670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/4619414896822095670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/03/playing-little-too-nice.html' title='Playing a little too nice.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-2061805976932197310</id><published>2008-03-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:02:33.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never wanted to.</title><content type='html'>I need help, dearest blog! I am so going to die if I don't release the pain, anger and vengeance I'm keeping inside. As you can see, a friend helped me discover something at first I was really feeling as it was. Well, probably it could be a mystery to you readers because you don't know a single thing related to it. Everything is going wrong. A little too wrong. As everything around us changes, others change in the same way as nature and technology evolves and releases a new version of it. LOL. I hope you understand. [Let's just say that only Mystery Friend knows about this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing days is from March 4 - March 7. I hope I could get high scores in the periodical exams. But, I don't I could if I won't study. LMAO. Actually, I do study. I got myself stuck with my Religion, Computer and English books all afternoon and I found it sooo boring to read three books. If you finish the first, go to the second. Once you finish the second, you get into the last book. After the last book, it was supposed to be your freedom. I didn't get my freedom after studying. I had to go back to the first book I read and my brain needed to have surgery and repair 26 parts inside and outside of it. ROFL. Yeah, right. Like I could see my brain inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take it. So I just listened to Incubus' music repeatedly. I played all their songs and I played one song from The Jonas Brothers which didn't mean a thing for me. Hmm, no song means the best to me anyway. But deep inside, I'm screaming a song title I shouldn't mention. LOL. And I don't think nobody but me knows about that. Haha. I like talking to non-living things. I even talk to the computer. Haha. Can you imagine how crazy I am to talk to gadgets and plants? LOL. I do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, reformated computer. ADOBE PHOTOSHOP CS3 EXTENDED is gone! Waaa. All of my artworks, files, stories, music and everything else is gone! The advantage is we've got the Yahoo! Messenger back but the things I stored and kept for so long just had to go. I haven't finished the blend of The Jonas Brothers yet and I didn't get a chance to list down the titles or names of the fonts I've downloaded. That's the time I shrieked and freaked out for good. I didn't even know the computer was about to get reformated! Maybe you think I'm over-reacting because I could still install my CD of Adobe Photoshop CS3 Extended but I can't. The CD was borrowed by my cousin and I wasn't comfortable at using her Adobe Photoshop CS2. I am so feeling sad in the 3rd day of March. I didn't expect that things would turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings aren't just meant to be but I'm not reffering to people. I just don't get the point where everything has to change and we need to grow out of it. C'mon, it's fun being a kid and I don't want to grow yet. But, things are really coming faster by the minute and people are forgetting certain things they shouldn't forget. Once you know you've got a lot of new things, you'll forget the old ones and leave them like trash and that applies to true life. I hope you get my point. I am so down. I hope I could get over this in an instant but I don't think that won't be possible since I'm eager to get my revenge now. I just couldn't resist the temptation of getting the feeling you want to pay back for all the things you've got that you couldn't do back to those who did that to you. I'd never thought I'd say this but I WANT TO GET MY HANDS OVER SOME AROUND. Then once I'll get the things I need to know, I would always play the nice gal but I couldn't this time. I'm showing them why they should learn to treat me someone more than a personal assisstant and I am not a person to get pushed around to do things. I'M NOT A MAID OF YOURS, NOR AN ASSISSTANT OF YOU. I hate those people who think their too high to be reached for a level that someone could atain. I'm just putting my feelings unto this blog. It's better for me to release my anger than to get someone physically wounded and torn-apart in the inside. I am going to be the greatest dream if you want to, but the darkest nightmare if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to end this post. I'm going to kill Bugs Bunny if I don't release my temper on pillows.&lt;br /&gt;The heck! Just end this effin' post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-2061805976932197310?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/2061805976932197310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=2061805976932197310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2061805976932197310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2061805976932197310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-wanted-to.html' title='I never wanted to.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-7721761915671851799</id><published>2008-03-02T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:27:09.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining. ;p</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's Sunday and I'm gonna rest yet I'm still going to study for the upcoming periodical tests on Tuesday. I am so pressured that I made myself a limit of 25 minutes for the PC in a day. I think I wanna earn back what I've achieved during the past school years. Well, I do hope so that I could earn it back. I think I'm getting into a late period of time since it's the final quarter. Aw, tear-sheding words. Nah, I wouldn't waste a tear for that. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted for a while, right? I didn't have time to. The internet is officially wrecked and I hate it. Yahoo! Messenger wasn't working and been producing viruses to my chatmates. It was better to use Meebo. We un-installed Yahoo! Messenger from the system because it was causing a lot of virus to our computer. I'm not really comfortable with using Meebo like I was comfortable in using Yahoo! Messenger. I hope that the PC could be fixed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get a chance to make my tasks in a forum. Photoshop wasn't working. (I'm DOOMED!) I hate the fact that Photoshop couldn't work. It's because I would want to lose Yahoo! Messenger but not Adobe Photoshop! :( My life depends on graphic-making. LMAO. Yeah, right. Let's just say I can't live without a computer in hand. Besides, how could I be posting here if I we didn't have a personal computer? Idiotic question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "emo" issues are getting worse. In a forum I've joined, there's a topic about "emo". I believe it's a music genre turned into a lifestyle. Most people think that emo is the addicting case of cutting their wrists and the bangs that cover half their face. Well, the hairstyle that has bangs covering half of their face is called the side-swept bangs. I have those and they consider me emo and I couldn't correct my friends and tell that it's a music genre 'cause it could only get a fight with them. Let's just not mind the emo-ness. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;Post ends &lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-7721761915671851799?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/7721761915671851799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=7721761915671851799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7721761915671851799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7721761915671851799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-raining-p.html' title='It&apos;s Raining. ;p'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-3499661909957859614</id><published>2008-02-25T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:43:03.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naintindihan ko na.</title><content type='html'>Wala ako sa mood mag-post ngayon kaya mag-ta-tagalog ako. Eh, sige. Taglish na lang. Hirap nga namang mabuhay. Sana pala `di na lang ako pinanganak ng nanay at tatay ko. :( Ayaw ko na. `Di ko talaga kaya `to. Ewan ko kung bakit galit na galit `tong mundo na `to saken. Wala naman akong ginagawang masama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpunta kami sa party ni Adriel. Masaya naman nung simula ng party hanggang huli din, masaya. Hanggang pag-uwi, masaya paren naman ako. Meron na akong stuffed toy na ELMO. Yehey. :)) At least kahit `di pantay `yung mata ni Elmo, hindi duling. Yung kay Joshua, duling eh. :p :)) Sabog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba kung bakit wala akong ma-kwento ngayong araw na `to. Siguro kasi masama loob ko o `di kaya pagod ako. Hay, naku naman. Ganun na ba kadami ang kasalanan ko kaya bumabalik sakin lahat?! Anu-ano ba kasalanan ko?! EwanEwanEwan. Wala akong maintindihan sa buhay ko! Masyadong private para i-post dito sa blog pero wala naman akong pagbabalingang iba kung `di etong blog ko. Yaan mo na nga, sa stuffed toys at unan ko na lang ilalabas ang lungkot ko. Nanlalata na. Wala na. Sabog na ang mundo ko. Naku, sana nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na. Tama na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa susunod na post na lang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakayamot mag-post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-3499661909957859614?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/3499661909957859614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=3499661909957859614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3499661909957859614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3499661909957859614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/naintindihan-ko-na.html' title='Naintindihan ko na.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-3926214586927483515</id><published>2008-02-24T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:46:31.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost 11 o'clock. ;p</title><content type='html'>It's almost 11 o'clock and I don't have time to post a long story about the past days and nothing really happened the past days that made the excitement come in. How about today's story? It would help me more 'cause I have no time to post. I just asked my mom if I could open the PC for at least 10 minutes. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fine. I had a rest today 'cause it's Sunday. I woke up 9:00 in the morning and I took a bath by 9:45. Well, we were supposed to attend a 9:45 mass, yet I was still just taking a bath that time. I woke up so late. Instead, we attended the 10:45 mass. Well, no other choice. I didn't expect to wear a blouse today and it made me shriek. I don't wear pink and oh-so girly blouses. I got used to wearing black t-shirts and I love it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, I got the rest I wanted. I went to my aunt's house and there I got relaxation. LMAO. I haven't got relaxation for about 5 months from now. LOL. That is so not true. I got my Adobe Photoshop CS3 to work again! :)) While I was at my aunt's house, mom told me I had several phone calls from Plender, Andrea and a guy who told he was my classmate. (No other boy calls in here except for Jerome, so I took him as a guess. And called him to confirm was it him, and YES. It was him &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;) I am so tired of getting phone calls from the same people. :)) Nah, they talk and get into a good conversation, anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post much longer. I'm fitting in 20 minutes to transfer my files into something. :)) LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look at the time. Gotta go. Maybe, tomorrow. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-3926214586927483515?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/3926214586927483515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=3926214586927483515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3926214586927483515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3926214586927483515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-almost-11-oclock-p.html' title='It&apos;s almost 11 o&apos;clock. ;p'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-8815642076232364567</id><published>2008-02-21T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:01:29.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELMO had a bad day.</title><content type='html'>The good old childhood days, wherein Elmo of Sesame Street used to be noticed. Well, I still notice that red, talkative puppet up to now and it gets me bothered everytime my brother tells and calls me ELMO and I am so not Elmo-like. Yeah, right. But when I talk on the phone, I keep singing the traditional Happy Birthday song with the voice of Elmo. Well, that cartoon is really not like me and I don't immitate Elmo, nor do I idolize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days get weirder than ever and I can consider this 21st of February an enormous disaster. I hate this day. Morning, I woke up and did the same paths that I should do. And I got to school and the day was goin' perfect until the end of Religion class and that indicates &lt;u&gt;recess period&lt;/u&gt;. It sucks, really. As usual, I always get down when all the sections of Grade 5 get downstairs and it means I'm the only Grade 5 pupils who goes down the latest. I would buy C2 from the canteen and I would sit beside Plender in the bleachers wherein we're supposed to eat at. I came in late and it was raining. I did sit beside Plender and 10.3 inches beside me was Abelardo. [&lt;em&gt;i hate the day whenever he pops into the story.&lt;/em&gt;] Actually, Jerome was really supposed to be there. He just moved to the right side of Abelardo. Plender kept saying "&lt;em&gt;Ang dumi dito pati ang sikip! Sobra! Usog ka nga, Faith!&lt;/em&gt;" and so did Jerome tell Abelardo. Until me and Abelardo got to the point we were really close and still, both Jerome and Plender kept complaining that they had to space and it was dirty in place they were seating at. When they finally ended, Plender told "&lt;em&gt;Walang tatayo! Bawal yun! Hangga't di ko sinasabi!&lt;/em&gt;" and I wanted to stand up. Jerome was telling Abelardo "&lt;em&gt;Chaves, akbayan mo nga si Faith.&lt;/em&gt;" but good thing he wasn't such a fool and a robot of Jerome to follow those orders. When they released us, Abelardo ran toward Dominic and I ran towards Clarice and Kryz. Then, I cried silently because I got so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined day. Oh-so ruined. I entered the classroom sad and still hatered in my heart. And I don't know why I got soooo angry that time. Maybe because I really do hate getting picked at, don't I? That's why whenever they tease me, I learn to fight back. Either through voice or through hurting them. ;p All the day was fine but I had some issues in Silence Period. My seat was occupied by uh, some group project materials. I believe it was paint and styro. LOL. Our group was finished with the project so I had to sit in a vacant chair between Jerome and Abelardo's group. I kept looking at Abelardo's small Pikachu stuffed toy and it's really funny that we're fighting about it. I HID IT. :&gt; It was in my pocket the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We presented the report about Former President Joseph Estrada and we had lots and lots of manila papers and type-writing paper and I didn't get a chance to read except for the first manila paper. I just played with Pikachu. Afterwards, me and Abelardo kept calling each other "&lt;em&gt;abnormal&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;baliw&lt;/em&gt;" repeatedly. Well, I stepped on his foot 'cause I got soooo angry. LOL. He fought back anyway and we stepped on our foots through-out the day. Ouch, my feet are aching. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I got home, I opened up the computer and noticed a lot of people were online already. Two people got online. Unfortunately, this seems like another day that gets me sick. You know, the days including fights. LMAO. I think you already know who you are. (&lt;em&gt;Hint: The names of these people were included in this post&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; signed out and left an oh-so hurting group message which I didn't expect she would say. Minutes later, &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; also signed out. His excuse was to do his Filipino assignment. But, guess what - THE PHONE RANG. It was the person who told he would do his Filipino assignment. Wow, dude. That was the greatest excuse of someone who would sign out I ever heard. Since the calls he made was registered into their telephone, he saw we were already talking about the "&lt;em&gt;fighting issue&lt;/em&gt;" or whatsoever, we were talking for 61 minutes. That means an hour and a minute. LOL. We put the phone down and we both learned our deeds. Will tomorrow get any better?! Probably, &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAID.&lt;/em&gt; i`m endin' this post. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;** i`ve been typing for sooooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;-- award for this post :: longest post of the blog. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-8815642076232364567?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/8815642076232364567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=8815642076232364567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8815642076232364567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8815642076232364567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/elmo-had-bad-day.html' title='ELMO had a bad day.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-524879130301363601</id><published>2008-02-20T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:15:47.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Aga Mo Para Bukas Ah. LMAO.</title><content type='html'>If you saw my ever weird status, let me explain it to `ya. I woke up 5:30 in the morning and as usual, took a bath and ate breakfast. After, I got dressed. We went to DFA again for the appointment schedule and we had a hard time falling in line because it was raining. Some guy held the megaphone and ordered us to get inside Gate 3 so that we wouldn't get rained at. Our schedule was 11-12pm. LOL. I knew I couldn't get to school by 1 o'clock. The trip from DFA to our house is an hour and a half. We fell in line for 2 hours, I think. After that, we successfully ended up to an LBC inquiry so that the passports could just get delivered. Me, mom and my aunt got tired of falling in line for 2 days. I hate falling in line and standing up for 2 hours and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, I already told mom I would go to school without changing my clothes. Guess what, I wore a black shirt and jeans on class. LMAO. Nevermind, I went to school 2:00 in the afternoon. I only stayed there for one hour and I didn't get into any mess this time. I peeked at the window because I didn't want anyone to see me. But, it was really sunny that time and the class was all noisy and most of my classmates were scattered around the room. Well, I always knew that when it was English period and we had seatworks or projects, we all get noisy and oh-so talkative. Andrea peeked out the door and saw me before I could run back downstairs and screamed "&lt;em&gt;FAITH!!! Miss, andyan na si Faith!&lt;/em&gt;" and I totally shrieked out and wanted to run but unfortunately, &lt;strong&gt;THEY ALL SAW ME ONCE ANDREA SCREAMED&lt;/strong&gt;. Err. : I was forced to get inside. Peter told me. "&lt;em&gt;Ang aga mo para bukas ah!&lt;/em&gt;". That explains my blog post title for the day. You shouldn't have read this post. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY. YOU HAVE HEARD &lt;em&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; End post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-524879130301363601?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/524879130301363601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=524879130301363601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/524879130301363601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/524879130301363601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/ang-aga-mo-para-bukas-ah-lmao.html' title='Ang Aga Mo Para Bukas Ah. LMAO.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-2983951146065728977</id><published>2008-02-19T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:02:25.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.E. :)) Whatever.</title><content type='html'>From now on I hate PE class. It's about the &lt;em&gt;pasigin&lt;/em&gt; dance we're currently dancing. Really, I hate it and it's killing me. I don't know how to dance and the bad news is - &lt;strong&gt;we're gonna present it on the next Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;. Aw, man. I wish I could vanish in the face of the Earth. I wish I was had an exemption in PE Class. LOL. Grr. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept teasing me today. : Especially two people whom I just gotta hurt. I'm hating you two for this and I've been hating you for a long time ago. Well, most of the class keep teasing me because yesterday, I was absent and so is someone else. They told me we went on a date but hell we didn't. I already told at yesterday's post that I was getting ready for my passport and the other person is sick. ; It's so irritating. Then the morning, they all thought &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was absent. When all of those who hasn't passed the letter yet stood up, &lt;strong&gt;he knocked at the door and told if he could come in&lt;/strong&gt;. They all looked at me and I gave them a look that I find 'em weird with a matching "what?!". :p I am so over-reacting a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurt today. He opened his locker and only realized the rose today. Well, he thought deeply who was it from. And he still doesn't know up to now. Stupid, right? ;p I asked a friend of his to tell him to throw the rose away. First, he told that he wouldn't throw the rose away unless he knows who gave it to him. A couple of minutes, he threw the rose away. LOL. Good thing. I was about to explode in embarassment with that. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH SAID.&lt;/strong&gt; Post ends &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-2983951146065728977?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/2983951146065728977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=2983951146065728977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2983951146065728977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/2983951146065728977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/pe-whatever.html' title='P.E. :)) Whatever.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-5654085042321063717</id><published>2008-02-18T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:49:48.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title. ;p LMAO.</title><content type='html'>I have got to start thinking of better blog post titles. :)) I just hate that I can't of any title today. My brain is already ambushed by a thousand of thinking needles. Guess what, I've got a lot of requests. : That's what's making me think of ideas and ways. I really know that I lack time for relaxation. And don't ask why don't I use the time I post here rather than lying down my bed and getting at least 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's Monday and I didn't attend class. I was absent to make it more truthful. I didn't do that for no reason at all. Me, my mom and my aunt went to DFA to get a passport and guess what, I'm going back there on Wednesday. : That is so awful. I need to go to school by 1 o'clock just to copy notes and assignments from my classmates and get special quizzes. Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up 5:20 in the morning. Took a bath, ate breakfast and got dressed. It was like I was going to school. Except I went to DFA and I suffered from long lines.  A lot of people were lining and some just took the lead. I got mad at one guy and I told him nicely "&lt;em&gt;Baka naman nakikita niyo pong maraming nakapila? Siguro naman po ayaw niyo sumingit, nho?&lt;/em&gt;" I can't believe I told that to someone older than me and someone who I don't know. But, he went away and went to the line where he belongs. My mom told me "&lt;em&gt;Anak, ang tapang mo naman.&lt;/em&gt;" I didn't talk and started to chewing gum &lt;strong&gt;ONCE MORE.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't live without gum and I was listening to music that very moment. Then we got inside and once we were finished, we ate lunch and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing the clocks around me, it was only 12 o'clock. I wanted to go to school but suddenly, I had a severe ache in the stomach. After, I changed my mind. I still went to school just to copy notes yet, I ended up teased. : X( I hate some people in the classroom because they keep teasing me. : ( &lt;strong&gt;Note to that person: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi nga ako si Chaves at anong koneksyon ko kung absent kami pareho? FYI, `di kami nag-date. :&lt;/em&gt; ) Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH SAID. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm ending this post. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-5654085042321063717?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/5654085042321063717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=5654085042321063717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/5654085042321063717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/5654085042321063717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-title-p-lmao.html' title='No Title. ;p LMAO.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-979267380366442760</id><published>2008-02-15T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:07:17.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Four Days Story. LOL.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I didn't post for four days straight. LOL. I forgot to post and I aslo forgot my password. I didn't noticed I saved it somewhere. Thank you, technology. LOL. So, I`m gonna tell you some stories about life. Yeah, right. Life the past four days I forgot to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day I Forgot To Post - February 12, 2008 ; Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a cool experience but we missed some of our classmates for half of the day. We had to use the Science Laboratory as our classroom because selected pupils who will take the achievement test will be using our room. I got teased to much but thank goodness, the guy they teased me about was taking the achievement test. LOL. Life-saving moments and I thank God for that. Ericka Anne shouted out loud "&lt;em&gt;Abelardo love Faith!&lt;/em&gt;" and it creeped me out 'cause even our Filipino teacher heard it. And to make it worse, John Patrick told Ericka to reverse it and shouted it &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;. She screamed "&lt;em&gt;Faith love Abelardo!&lt;/em&gt;" and that was the time I got distracted and wanted to fight back. But temper, temper. LOL. Then a few hours, the students who were taking the achievement test were out of our room and we could return already. Good thing. LOL. It was so hot at the Science Lab that I wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day Before Valentines - February 13, 2008 ; Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I creeped out today and prayed a hundred-kazillion times that Valentines Day could be a holiday so that there wouldn't be classes. I hate receiving love letters, roses, chocolates and a thousand more things to receive this Valentines Day. Well, I've been praying too much yet it wasn't done. Nothing good or nothing bad happened a day before Happy Hearts Day. LOL. I hate the day. Particularly, nothing happened today that was able to make me happy nor sad. I really really hate the 14th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day Of My Death, I Mean Hearts - February 14, 2008 ; Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protection from gifts! I didn't want to wake up this day and I wanted to pretend sick but who the hell would even fall for that? Everyone knows I barely get sick. Well, I came late to school and the bad news is - I GOT A LOT OF GIFTS TO SEE. I got inside and saw a lot of gifts. I wanted to cry and react yet I couldn't. I wanted to throw the gifts from boys but I didn't. LOL. One of Plender's admirers gave her a rose and Plender gave it to me. It didn't end with me. I gave it to someone else. Since he was absent, I left it in his locker and arranged the things in his locker. It had sand and rocks inside. LMAO. But I helped the cleaners clean the room after club meetings. I swept the floor instead of the cleaners did. Me and the korean girl swept the floor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Day After The Wreckless Hearts Day - February 15, 2008 ; Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was uh, okay. I did like it but I was misserable. Since when was I misserable, anyway? I got a big problem today because of a fight that's pulling me in between. Right, _____ and _____? Haha. LOL. I don't mention names. He already went to school and saw the rose. LOL. But, I think he didn't mind it. Nah, who cares? I just put a rose inside the locker and arranged it. Then we had a project in Science which I didn't care about. I had no time to start it. I was too lazy to do it. Obviously, I started it. Why wouldn't I? I would only get myself into trouble. But, some boys really didn't start it. I hate drawing and that's what I project was about. I wish I could be better in drawing. Oh, in case someone corrupts that. I wish I would be a better artist forever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I Dunno Why I Posted - February 16, 2008 ; Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a weekend. I woke up early and I think I was bothered for some reason. I went downstairs and saw no one was awake except the house people. I opened the TV and saw nothing good on TV. I decided to walk around the house and still, I didn't know why I was bothered. I guess it's about the argument of my two friends. One friend and one bestfriend. LOL. I wasn't able to watch MIT 20. I mean, I woke up early but I changed the channel. Yeah, right. Well, I have no plans for today so I'll be online for about 23 and a half hours. Just kidding. So I need to bid goodbye now. I'm tired of typing. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-979267380366442760?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/979267380366442760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=979267380366442760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/979267380366442760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/979267380366442760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-four-days-story-lol.html' title='The Past Four Days Story. LOL.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-939921893547416525</id><published>2008-02-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:15:21.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't, I won't.</title><content type='html'>You should've wondered why the title of this post is &lt;strong&gt;I Can't, I Won't&lt;/strong&gt;. It has something to do with my conversation with Jhoana Marie. JM, you're the only one who knows what that means. I hope you won't tell anyone. Nobody knows that except you, okay? Back to the topic. The title is really something nobody could, would and should ever know. Obviously, it's PRIVATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing made my day. I knew it, the same as yesterday. If the morning starts out good, the whole day breaks and cracks up. I hope tomorrow, I'll start the morning cranky. :( I didn't have a good time and the past days, I didn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming Valentines Day seems to work out bad for me. I've got a Valentines curse. I don't like celebrating it anyway. I mean, why have fun in a day of broken hearts? Man, that is so not cool and so not great. I didn't have any fun the past Valentines Days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle. I've updated my Friendster account today. Almost everything is new. Well, I think everything is. I changed my layout, my profile, my background music, my primary photo. Added pictures, comments, friends. Received new messages, too. ** and a lot of it. : Haha. I'm planning to change my background music. I found a lot of profiles with the same music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta bid goodbye. I think this causes for a sleep. I wish I sleep well tonight. Pray for me, dudes. : Man, I need your help - MCR! :(( Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-939921893547416525?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/939921893547416525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=939921893547416525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/939921893547416525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/939921893547416525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-i-wont.html' title='I can&apos;t, I won&apos;t.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-6990612675231481360</id><published>2008-02-08T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:04:11.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion. |:</title><content type='html'>I don't know what would make me better. Should I choose you who is the best-est friend I've ever made since childhood or you that takes the misserable side? I'm just confused because I made the wrong decision before. This is a problem I can't forget through the night. I wish you two would get along fastly. I can't live like this, guys. You two are my best friends. Hope to see you laughing together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing looks positive. Well, I made my day really bad. The day starts out good, it ends the worst. I wish I didn't have a great morning. :'( Creepy days. I wanna give up but I just can't. I find myself brave for this and what is happening to me?! I'm feeling bad. I don't wanna keep living like this. I've carried a lot of problems since the year entered. Probably, I wanna wish for a better year or at least a better week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the stations of the cross today and I didn't have those swollen feet like I used to when I was in the 4th Grade. Haha. It ain't funny, and still - I put a "haha" thing-y on the sentence after. I don't get it. Do you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a book from one of my classmates which was entitled with something related to a Golden Puffin. I'm loving the book but still - I don't know where my classmate bought it. I'm shy to ask it, a little TOO shy. :)) Er, there goes another laughing material. : I asked him if I can use it overnight but look -- I ASKED VIA PAPER CHAT. What a crazy thing. I'm too shy to get teased again. : I feel the anger inside whenever the phrase "Yiehee." goes on and is told directly or indirectly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's see. I opened my Friendster account today and I found a lot of comments and messages but I still didn't mind it. My main goal there was to change my password. I think someone can open it and he/she might've looked into my keyboard. Haha. Nobody could fool me. &gt; Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be all for now. Maybe the next post is tomorrow and I hope the problem is all solved once I post again here. Okay, my eyes are drooping and falling. GOODNIGHT, PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-6990612675231481360?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/6990612675231481360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=6990612675231481360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6990612675231481360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6990612675231481360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/confusion.html' title='Confusion. |:'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-1256000292289615145</id><published>2008-02-03T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:39:24.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't posted for a while.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I realized that I didn't post for two days. I think I've forgot to post. Yesterday was really awesome. Haha. I slept late but I still forgot to post here. What kind of blog owner is that supposed to be? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite fun yesterday. Tita Jean, Tita Alona and most importantly -- Ate Xinia was here. They turned on the videoke and started to sing songs. Too bad I was doing homework and studying that time. Man, missed out on all the fun. Haha. Anyway, I've got new graphics yesterday and maybe I'll post it tomorrow. I'm too lazy to post it today. Sorry. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't the way I hoped it would turn out. I've got something deep inside me that'll never be erased. Like thorns wrapped around a rose. Haha. Maybe the world is just tearing me apart, making me feel this way almost all the time. I wish I had powers to dissappear whenever I want to. :( It just makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna ask myself -- why do I feel misserable and pity-full today and yesterday? It wasn't the wasn't turning out so good. Nah, maybe my story would make me get my head off those things. I'm planning to make a new story but not until I finished this one. Okay, I've been typing for quite a while and I'm tired. I'll just post better tomorrow if I don't forget to post. G`Night Y`All. :] Haha. Tomorrow again, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-1256000292289615145?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/1256000292289615145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=1256000292289615145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1256000292289615145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1256000292289615145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/02/havent-posted-for-while.html' title='Haven&apos;t posted for a while.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-5036910182043582318</id><published>2008-01-31T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:31:52.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Trip ako ngaun. xD</title><content type='html'>Many people thought I was mad at `em because of my behavior today. I got temper issues. Haha. Almost everyone in class knows that. I got angry at one person at the class because he's accusing me of getting dirt on his table. Sheesh, what a big freak. Haha, I won't mind him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the recognition day of Grades 1 - 6. I'm okay. Haha. :)) Nothing just bothers me about those. I just pushed myself hard this time. Take less time on the PC, phone and TV. I can live with it. The focus a.k.a. target -- THE GOAL FOR SUCCESS, retrieve my achievements just as before. : I'm going serious on this one. Try to recite mo, talk less. Haha. Okay, I think I'm gonna get stressed on this but, yeah. I'M HAVING FUN. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second trip! xp Tomorrow, I'll be going home at 5:00pm. So lucky. Haha. Nothing in particular. Just a normal day with the crazy emotions. The morning I was a happy-go-lucky girl. The afternoon I got cranky and my temper took me of the scale. I got soooo angry. X( Temper level should be updated. They were practicing the NewsCasting and while they were away, I just sat down and continued my novel. As a matter of fact, I finished Chapter 8 a while ago. I'm planning Chapter 9 today and if they practice again, I'MMA FINISH THE 9TH CHAPTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe this should be everything you need to know about this day. Maybe tomorrow, it'll be more or less interesting than today's post. Goodnight. :)) Yeah, it's 10:14pm. :] Oh, mehn. I'm gonna be late for school tomorrow. Nah, I got used to it. I always am late. xp But, tomorrow is First Friday. Waaaa. :)) G`Night. Until next poooost. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-5036910182043582318?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/5036910182043582318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=5036910182043582318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/5036910182043582318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/5036910182043582318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-trip-ako-ngaun-xd.html' title='Bad Trip ako ngaun. xD'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-1698844696492469599</id><published>2008-01-30T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:42:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine.</title><content type='html'>Oh, hello. I've been expecting you. Haha. Another day has gone and once again, I'm posting. Hooray. :)) Because most blog owners forget their blogs but not like me, I &lt;&lt;3 MY BLOG. =) Let's see, I had a normal day and mostly - LAME. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day seemed to be confusing, sad and depressing for me. Questions popped in my mind. The first is - Why ain't I studying hard anymore like I used to? Maybe the computer got my attention and I know that I wouldn't study if my mom told me so. :( So dissapointed with myself. I could've done more. :(( I just wanna retain my past achievements. Imma bring it all back now. Second question - How could I leave everyone here?! I couldn't imagine that if I need to leave, I need to leave each and every one of you. My classmates, friends and relatives here in the Philippines. The hardest option for me to leave is .. &lt;strong&gt;YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever you are, I just want you to know I had this much feelings for you since I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, yeah - it's just two questions but it means so much to me. I wanna gain that award again. Promising myself I would always do what I'm supposed to do as a student. And the worst problem is YOU. I wish I never met you at the first place. I mean, I did accidentally love you and I didn't mean to but now that I started it, I CAN`T HELP BUT FOLLOW IT. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rankings, the rankings. :)) Miss Formento took me to the bottom and Five Love -- &lt;strong&gt;I SAW WHO WAS RANK 48.&lt;/strong&gt; Miss Formento told me that I shouldn't tell anyone. Haha. I should keep it for myself, anyway. But - yeah. If that person knew that he/she was in the last rank, that person would get hurt. : But I think that human being deserves to be in that spot. He/she didn't focus on the lectures and instead she keeps on chatting and blabbering. Haha, if you got hurt there -- HAHA. Sorry, you deserve it, though. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-1698844696492469599?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/1698844696492469599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=1698844696492469599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1698844696492469599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1698844696492469599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/imagine.html' title='Imagine.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-1747777188683755897</id><published>2008-01-29T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:08:35.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It Onn, Dewd. :| =))</title><content type='html'>We had our confession today by 8:30 am. We were having a practice with partners in Math then Sr. Arnel knocked on the door and we heard what he said. The last one who confessed her sins to the priest was the girl typing the blog post you're currently reading. : After confessing, I was nice for maybe a minute or two then back to the old me. I couldn't hide the real attitude that lies within me. Just can't avoid it. The morning was pretty much okay but I was late. xD One thing, I can't wear headphones and other things you use on ears. The left ear of mine is DEAF. :'( I wish I could do something that can make my ear back to normal. :[ Used to have very good sense of hearing suddenly my left ear can't hear a thing. I only use one ear for hearing. Good thing the right ear is good at hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, confront the dark side of mine. : I don't really hate the world itself. There's just something that in it that makes my world go upside-down. Probably, you're not gonna read this 'cause you don't know my Blog URL but someone might tell you so it's better to keep it for myself. You make me turn crazy. What even makes you SO important and SO special? Don't answer and yeah, most of my friends know who you are. If you're reading this, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the dark side. Have you met my rebelious side? I think you're already familiar with it anyway. Haha. I wanna take revenge and don't ask why. So craving for it. : I just got confessed and still this head of mine keeps on thinkin' of the same word. This has NO connection in the title of today's blog post. I just thought of that phrase. :)) All ends here. :] Famous Last Word. Haha. Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-1747777188683755897?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/1747777188683755897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=1747777188683755897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1747777188683755897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1747777188683755897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/bring-it-onn-dewd.html' title='Bring It Onn, Dewd. :| =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-4300683925098115553</id><published>2008-01-28T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T05:41:09.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another casualty. :| =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Really weird why I chose the title "Another Day, Another Casualty." I heard it from a song. :)) And got stuck in my head. Morning, woke up. Took a bath, ate breakfast and watched MTV and MYX for 10 minutes because it was still early. I bid goodbye to Mom, went to school. : Same old normal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was really normal. :) Nothing went wrong but apparantely -- MAY TAONG ASAR NG ASAR SAKiN. Kakainis naman kasi eh. Andrea, TIGILAN NIYO AKO NG KASAMA MONG UGOK. Hindi niyo kailangan linisin ng panyo at kamay ang upuan ng tao sa harap ni Ericka. Wala akong pake dun, MAY GF NA `YUN. &lt;em&gt;** at hindi ko `yun ni-research. :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got home and I felt normal. :)) I opened the computer for 15 minutes then finished my apron. When I finished it, I went online again. I found Dane online. Dane, I believe that. : But, heck. It gives me the creeps. Tell me all tomorrow. : Wonder what we're talkin' about? Classroom. : Something's goin' on with our room, 5 - Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Posted this a little late. BTW, on chapter 4. :)) Everyday ata may bagong chapter eh. xp Haha. :] I still get the creeps on Dane's story. And, I WON`T GO HUNTING WITH YOU. : I just remember the things we did before. : :-s Okay, I told you enough. I'll be posting again tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-4300683925098115553?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/4300683925098115553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=4300683925098115553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/4300683925098115553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/4300683925098115553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-day-another-casualty.html' title='Another day, another casualty. :| =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-537764543819724089</id><published>2008-01-26T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:46:04.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MuchMuchMuchToSay. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty cool day. Haha. I woke up really early like it was a school day - BUT IT WASN'T. It's Saturday today. Drummers and Lyrists of ICCS were needed today. The relix of St. Therese was bought here in the Philippines and dropped by at our cathedral for two days and one night, I guess. Our principal, Mrs. Ayunon told us that our experience was very rare. We had a once-in-a-lifetime experience. She added that the next time St. Therese would come back to the Philippines, we would be teenagers. Haha. More than. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wished life was easier. An eleven year old having problems of an eighteen year old. : I never heard of that. But, I am that girl. I can't take it. So much sadness and pain. Good thing God is there. If it wasn't for Him, I could've died hundred thousand years ago. ( Like I was that old. X] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't say anything anymore. Well, I've updated my Multiply Account. Changed the layout and uploaded some pics. ( ** Buena, thanks for teaching me the sites for layouts. ) Hmm. What else? Ah, making a new story now. It's entitled Wicked Noises. I dunno where I got that title. I'm already at Chapter Three. Haha. c; WorkWorkWork on it. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-537764543819724089?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/537764543819724089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=537764543819724089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/537764543819724089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/537764543819724089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/muchmuchmuchtosay.html' title='MuchMuchMuchToSay. :))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-3690581061303573932</id><published>2008-01-23T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:10:08.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing at all today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whoa, I can't believe this day has been quite nice for me. I haven't had a straightly good day for a couple of months. I enjoyed this day but I had different sorts of emotions. The end of the day was the worst part. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I woke up earlier than usual. The sky was still like night and I don't know why I had to wake up that time. I checked my clock and it was only 3:05am. Why'd I wake up that early? It wasn't an exciting day anyway. Nothing was to be anticipated. But, it's just freaky that I woke up really early. As usual, I slept again. But this time, I woke up the exact time. Haha. I thought I'd wake up late. I took a bath, eated breakfast and said goodbye. I went to school. : Haha. Same old ordinary day, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As usual, I came to school with my bag. I climbed up until I reached the fourth floor. I wondered why I never got used to climbing those stairs. I've been using that staircase for 13 months but it was always tiring for all of us. Haha. I placed my bag down on my seat and we all lined up outside. I carried my lyre with me and I used it. I didn't expect that we had a practice and it was MORNING. : We came back at maybe almost 8:30 and Math class was about to end. We just copied the problems and I didn't understand the lesson that much until Clarice and Joannah thought me. Haha. As usual, Hekasi was kinda' boring. Our teacher in computer was absent and we didn't do anything for 30 minutes. The bell rang and it was Religion period. We had a groupings. &lt;em&gt;** grr. sana sinama na lang sa bilang si Angela. abnormal yung dalawang ka-grupo ko.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Recess period was still the same. The day was still the same but it was pretty fun. :)) PJ, Joannah and me enjoyed laughing up on a new term for BUBBLEGUM. =)) It's pretty crazy. Haha. And we asked some of the boys if they want some of the GUM. xD Haha. I think we asked Darren, Fredric, Francis and Martin. I think PJ asked Jerome. Hahaha. :)) I got home, used the PC as usual and nothing much. I had an online conversation. Carlos was the one who bombed me up. He made me says words. xp Haha. &lt;em&gt;** hindi na kita papansinin, carlos.&lt;/em&gt; Toinks. Nagtampo, eh. : Until now, I'm online and I'm posting on TG Forum. I didn't update Friendster. But, if I get a chance to - I`LL CHANGE MY PROFILE MUSIC. I want it to be &lt;strong&gt;DEAD &lt;/strong&gt;instead of &lt;strong&gt;HeroHeroine&lt;/strong&gt;. It's cool but I wanna change it. :)) Maybe that's all I can tell you now. I gotta go now. See you on my next day. Tomorrow, we'll have a practice. Friday, I'll visit the fair at Holy Spirit &lt;em&gt;** promise ko yan sa`yo, Buena. :))&lt;/em&gt; Saturday, the school will be havin' an activity. It has somethin' to do with St. Therese, I guess. C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-3690581061303573932?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/3690581061303573932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=3690581061303573932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3690581061303573932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3690581061303573932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-nothing-at-all-today.html' title='There&apos;s nothing at all today.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-7335232424378697281</id><published>2008-01-22T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:50:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drama Is DONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The drama's over. Haha. I never liked this kind of drama especially when you get to be the actress yourself. It's life-a-ramma, isn't it? That's the worst word in my dictionary. :)) At least it became the worst ever. I feel pretty nice now because IT'S OVER. It was a good thing that it didn't last for another month. Oh, man. I remember that time where I had to avoid people. I was so depressed and lonely by that time. Well, enough of the flashback. Drum and Lyre members got excused from 1:45 - 2:50pm. Haha, did I get it correct. I just know it was along the time that I was getting bored in class. We practiced for Saturday's event and I don't even understand what was gonna happen because of all the noise I was hearing. Haha. Deaf much? You got that right. :)) We were playing the song Papaya, yet we weren't able to do it really well. We practiced peacefully at first but then, the Grade 3 pupils were dismissed and got beside the drummers and some of the lyrists. The Grade 3 pupils were kinda' amazed on what they were seeing, but they shouldn't be. It's just bashing drums and using sticks to produce sound. No big deal. But, the morning when I got to school, I stayed outside and prefered to talk to Clarice, Kryz and John Patrick. Maybe y`all shouldn't know why but the first person I saw upstairs was, well... NEVERMIND. :)) I asked Clarice and Jazer to get my bubblegum out of the bag but they didn't find it so I really had to go inside. I saw a pair of eyes looking straight at me. I couldn't look back with my eyes because I know that when I look at someone direct to they're eyes, they find me very arrogant and bossy. My eyes really express the thing out of me. I never wanted a pair of eyes like these because the eyes are, well, let's just say a center of attraction to a person. Haha. But my eyes look sharp. It's different from the others. What more could I say? My fingers are aching because of typing to much words. I got to end this post. :)) It's been too long. Haha. Until next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-7335232424378697281?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/7335232424378697281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=7335232424378697281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7335232424378697281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/7335232424378697281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/drama-is-done.html' title='The Drama Is DONE.'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-6084516010971082949</id><published>2008-01-21T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:21:45.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BangBang. :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I never thought that you'd be like this AGAIN. I'm so tired of the fights, the pain, the missery. Most of all, I'm tired of YOU. : You never knew what you were being. I gave up everything just to keep you with me, yet you never even appreciated that. We're back to where we started. What if we just set apart? I don't think you're deserving to be treated like this. I mean, what are you in my life anyway?! I can replace you anytime I want to. YOU AREN`T TAKING CONTROL OF MY LIFE. I'm fighting for myself. Look, I never wanted to hurt you but why? Why have you changed? Is it about some &lt;u&gt;love issues&lt;/u&gt;? I know why you're mad at me, but don't ever get angry because I`VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING BAD TO YOU. : Don't try messing with me because you don't know who I am. We've been friends for so long but you still didn't know who I really was. Deep inside me, there's something NOBODY, even my parents know. I'll never tell this to anyone because nobody deserves to know. I hate that way you've been so arrogant these past months, that's why I knew this thing was gonna happen again. I'd never thought I'd say this but the only way to get this settled is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;stay away from you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You know who you are, the readers may not know you but dare mess with me. You'll receive your corresponding punishment. : X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-- To the readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pardon me if I've posted here on my blog about the things I've gotten up to. There's NOTHING POSITIVE along the way for me. I hate the way this is but we've got issues AGAIN. You probably read this before in my former blog, right? It was pretty explicit on the other blog because I chose to speak Tagalog there. I just spoke English to avoid being explicit and the words popping in my mind. If you don't understand the post, nevermind. It'll pass away soon, I guess. But, yeah. If we never get done with this, &lt;em&gt;IT`LL NEVER BE DONE AGAIN.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-6084516010971082949?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/6084516010971082949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=6084516010971082949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6084516010971082949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/6084516010971082949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/bangbang.html' title='BangBang. :|'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-1113624887197029306</id><published>2008-01-18T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:39:34.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OhEmGee. =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;The Living Mannequin &lt;em&gt;has signed IN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay. I didn't post for two or three days. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was about to post yesterday but it ran out of my mind. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bloopers, super. Now, I'm telling you about all those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah. I feel bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why'd I feel bad anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;** a`right. but, deep inside - I DO FEEL BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I got a super duper private reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't spill it on the net. Many will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I hated the way I lived yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, mehn. Yesterday was &lt;u&gt;ridiculous.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hahaha. :] I felt bad about Martin throwing me a bottle of C2 on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Talk about target?! It really hurts. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After a minute - SOMEONE APPEARED JUST TO TEASE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;** para sa`yo - hindi ko girlfriend si carlos, gets? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OhEmGee. Ang hirap mag-discipline!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Plender, ngayon alam ko na kung ga`no kahirap maging prexi. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ang sakit sa ulo! Buysit! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tapos, maglilista ka ng noisy - AANGAL ANG MGA BABAENG NAG-CHI-CHISMIS-an. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kala kasi nila hindi namin nakikita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hello?! Si Stephen kahit malabo mata, kitang-kita yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tss. Projects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm going crazy on those projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ang kulit talaga ng buhay ko. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kakabagot naman, daming projects and etc. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kung sana naman pwedeng dalian ang projects, OK na sa`kin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LayoutLayoutLayout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Problems with Blogger layouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The layout I used [The Click Five], didn't go really well. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Owh, mehn. It's another layout search!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TskTskTsk. I hate getting layouts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, this appears to be everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've got nothing more to say, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm busy to get a higher rank on forums. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uh, I barely visit my Friendster account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, comments are counting up to 126 to be exact. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ The Ultimate Rockstar &lt;em&gt;has signed OUT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-1113624887197029306?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/1113624887197029306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=1113624887197029306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1113624887197029306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/1113624887197029306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohemgee.html' title='OhEmGee. =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-8155546093115106267</id><published>2008-01-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:51:01.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ItFeelsLikeADream. :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Living Mannequin &lt;em&gt;has signed IN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Naiinis ako sa buhay ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ewan. Sana hindi na lang ako nabuhay. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seryosohan ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matindi na tong inabot ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OK. 49 na kami. =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;New classmate -- Angela. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a korean girl. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero, hindi pa ako nagpapakilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi ko pa nga nakakausap eh. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nyeh. Pano makakausap - hindi pa ako lumalapit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BubbleGum back. :&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I started my bubblegum issues again. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't help myself. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I buyed a plastic (as in - yung buong pack.) of Doublemint. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk about BubbleGum Addiction. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My status in Y!M: &lt;em&gt;Andyan ka pa, pakiramdam mo pinapalitan ka na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a little too private for you guys to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know it myself, anyway. :&gt; Harr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;Cut this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never read again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;The Ultimate Rockstar &lt;em&gt;has signed OUT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-8155546093115106267?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/8155546093115106267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=8155546093115106267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8155546093115106267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8155546093115106267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/itfeelslikeadream.html' title='ItFeelsLikeADream. :|'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-9070016562696071220</id><published>2008-01-13T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:51:34.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay. TheClickFive LAYOUT. =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Living Mannequin has signed IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, okay. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got a layout. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Click Five got me. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love them. My addiction started in Jenny. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until there's Happy Birthday, etcetera. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I know, I didn't post yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harr. :p I forgot to post 'cause I got really sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My body was just SO TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't even get out of bed! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Somethings need to be forgotten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But somethings AREN`T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it goes on the opposite way. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I forget the things I shouldn't forget and I don't forget the things I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy Talk, huh?! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Posting. Posting. and more posting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got addicted to forums. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love forums and I make a lot of friends there, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such as TG Forum. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's why I don't mind Friendster for a while. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. Enough typing. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harr. XD And I won't be opening Friendster for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as I don't. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See you next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I can tell a lot next post. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Ultimate Rockstar has signed OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-9070016562696071220?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/9070016562696071220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=9070016562696071220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/9070016562696071220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/9070016562696071220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-theclickfive-layout.html' title='Okay. TheClickFive LAYOUT. =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-8137086839212539456</id><published>2008-01-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:52:05.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HalfDay. :| =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Living Mannequin has signed IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, half day. Uh, not really HALF, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's well, 30 minutes after the &lt;em&gt;half of the day&lt;/em&gt;. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm. Well, ano pa ba? Teka, isa-isahin natin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Absent si Miss Formento&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabi ni Mrs. Mendoza, masakit na masakit daw yung tiyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno what happened. Yun lang sinabi niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Substitute: Mr. Anthony Dejos. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang hirap ng mga problem. Kaka-hilo. At least nakatama ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahit pa, 2 lang yun. :p Hahahaha. Baliw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I explored the Friendster Account of someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nung, chine-check ko kung ilan friends niya, I saw his featured friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May nakita akong hindi ko dapat makita.. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Basta, sometime - I'll reveal of our the pain inside. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maraming nakatago sa loob-loob ko, grabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there even anything more?&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman na akong masabi eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Working on a new, cool blogger layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gusto ko sana The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe, The Click Five or Fall Out Boy?&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance, Linkin Park, Boys Like Girls?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ano ba naman yan. :p Kulitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sige, I'll work on that layout. Bwahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until next post. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Ultimate Rockstar has signed OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-8137086839212539456?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/8137086839212539456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=8137086839212539456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8137086839212539456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/8137086839212539456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/halfday.html' title='HalfDay. :| =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07896624123124914940</uri><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-1502613956615829355.post-3767425467889935927</id><published>2008-01-10T04:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T03:50:33.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewAndFinal. =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Living Mannequin &lt;em&gt;has signed IN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's pretty funny that I created a blog &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The thing is -- &lt;u&gt;IForgotMyPassword&lt;/u&gt; sa previous account ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos, nung natandaan ko na, na-delete ko. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Loka-loka talaga, nho?! :] Bwahaha. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, back to normal. New posts nanaman `to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; It's &lt;strong&gt;January 10, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At ang layout ko, &lt;em&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I **lalalaLOVE their songs. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gaya na lang ng &lt;strong&gt;Face Down, Your Guardian Angel, Disconnected and Misery Loves It's Company.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. =)) To name a few pa lang yan. xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; OK. Half Day bukas. :] Salamat naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero, madaya. Grade 1 walang pasok. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nainis pa sa Grade One pupils. :)) Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmpf. Sooo boooreeeeddd. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Day of club&lt;/strong&gt; today. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I didn't mind it. It just seemed, uhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPER LAME, &lt;/em&gt;I suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just went goin' out. Nilibot namin ni Jhoana ang school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe. :)) Kakainip kasi eh. BAWRIN'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough chatters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm turning this computer off. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See you next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;( &lt;u&gt;Hopefully, bukas `yung day na yun.&lt;/u&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥ The Ultimate Rockstar &lt;em&gt;has signed OUT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1502613956615829355-3767425467889935927?l=ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/feeds/3767425467889935927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1502613956615829355&amp;postID=3767425467889935927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3767425467889935927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1502613956615829355/posts/default/3767425467889935927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultimate-rockstar027.blogspot.com/2008/01/newandfinal.html' title='NewAndFinal. =))'/><author><name>-- Allyson. 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