<?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-4326169716221352821</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:38:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and stars will fall tonight~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-5016069556777835844</id><published>2009-04-07T09:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:38:19.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm thinking of closing you down blog. Sorry. Happy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-5016069556777835844?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5016069556777835844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=5016069556777835844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5016069556777835844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5016069556777835844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-im-thinking-of-closing-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-6846127978283504244</id><published>2009-04-07T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:37:49.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still a happy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-6846127978283504244?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6846127978283504244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=6846127978283504244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6846127978283504244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6846127978283504244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-happy-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-1468440601198836698</id><published>2009-04-07T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:37:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. Bawal na sad post dito. Haha. Sige. This is a happy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-1468440601198836698?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1468440601198836698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=1468440601198836698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1468440601198836698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1468440601198836698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/04/no.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-1647695262543840485</id><published>2009-04-06T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:38:15.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my sweet escape. Now.</title><content type='html'>Don't tell me I'm breaking down. I will not allow myself to break down. This matter's to shallow. Haha. I surprise myself at how I get to laugh and feel the complete opposite inside. Haha. I guess seeing other people is better than puling them down with me. Would it be nice to be in a coma? You'd be numb, certainly. But, can you dream in a coma? And what if you get a nightmare instead, would you be able to escape? I'm not in a coma. Cause I'm not numb. I feel the raw pain. Haha. Sad. What a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-1647695262543840485?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1647695262543840485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=1647695262543840485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1647695262543840485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1647695262543840485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-my-sweet-escape-now.html' title='I want my sweet escape. Now.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7665518899068463022</id><published>2009-04-04T08:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:36:54.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining today. :) And quite heavily, too. Especially for summer. Anyway, it's 8:43 in the morning. I woke up before 7, and still sleepy, but can't get back to sleep. My head hurts. :( Hayy. Heartache, once again. Heartache, heartbreak, all between the laughs and smiles I show. Blah. And tonight I'll be alone. :( I guess I'm sad, that's why I'm looking for distractions. So I'll be able to forget for a while and enjoy. But when I go home it all goes back. I miss Cha, and My, and Zarra, even though she doesn't really care bout me anymore. And I miss my MgG, where my escape is when class comes. I miss my kambal and ka-triplet, I miss a lot. Haha. Puro girls, ang sexist ko ngayon. Bleh. I miss my family, there all in Visayas right now and I'm here. It's not really home without them. And my sister's leaving also today. I'm going to be alone, and I feel alone. I wish I had something to do to distract myself. I hate thinking about this but it's what I always think about. : I wonder how all this hurt fits in my heart, how it manages to break and break and still be beating for me. Haha. I miss my childhood, my carefree days, where I had a bestfriend who loves me. Who cares about me, who'd know when something was wrong, who was sensitive to my feelings. Not one who doesn't know I cried even though she was only 2 meters away from me, and after knowing, didn't really care. Not one who'd gladly trade her time with her friends with something else. I miss the time when my boy bestfriend is the one who I tease and just play it, not one who I tell girl problems to because my girl bestfriends are too busy for me. I miss our being "friends forever". I miss it when "love" means being simply happy with someone and admiring them, not the cause of heartache every single crappy day. I miss it when crying was only for the time my parents get mad at me, and not for the countless heartbreaks and disappointments I get. I miss it when I didn't hurt you, and they didn't hurt me. Is love really wrong for me? I miss it when art loved me, when I felt that what I created was somehow good. Not like now, when I realized I have no talent at all. I was always insecure, but my insecurities back then were at least bearable. I miss it when I was simply happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7665518899068463022?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7665518899068463022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7665518899068463022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7665518899068463022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7665518899068463022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-raining-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8640101658009148328</id><published>2009-03-31T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:55:07.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 problem down, yay. :) Haha, Richelle, namiss tuloy kita. Lagi mo kasi sinasabi emo posts ko. :)) Anyway, may narealize ako. Kaso baka madami magalit kapag pinost ko. :)) Hmm. Patawa kanina --&gt; Sir Guce: Anu ung mga hindi dapat gawin? Jay: SUMMER ROMANCE. :)) Wala lang. Bored. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8640101658009148328?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8640101658009148328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8640101658009148328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8640101658009148328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8640101658009148328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-problem-down-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-6981221662362992913</id><published>2009-03-25T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:50:15.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're busy. Everybody knows you're too busy. Don't try and make things up to cover that. I'm tired of sulking and hoping you'd be the one to approach this time. But of course, you won't do that. And now I'm the least of your priorities, even though you've always been one of the top priorities for me. Don't give me those excuses, because other people have situations like that and yet they don't treat their "friends" like trash. I keep on wishing I was numb but looks like you're the one who's to numb to even notice I feel like crap right now. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-6981221662362992913?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6981221662362992913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=6981221662362992913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6981221662362992913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6981221662362992913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8694731746971601336</id><published>2009-03-24T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:24:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay~</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog. Seems like I'll be writing here again. I'm hurt, again. Guess that's no big surprise. I thought I'd be used to getting hurt by now, but everytime it comes it goes straight to the heart. I'm getting tired of it. When I feel that everything's going to be okay, here it comes again. I thought "heartache" was only a term heartbroken people use, but I feel it, and it's not just a figure of speech for me. No, this post is not for a lost love. I'm writing, cause I'm hurting for a friend, because of a friend. It seems right, anyway, cause the people I love the most are the ones who hurt me the most. This is the time I just want to be numb and not feel anything. I feel so shallow now. I laugh on the outside, but it never really reaches the heart. There are so many changes surrounding me right now. Sorry, blog. If I only write when I'm hurting. It's just so hard to find someone to understand me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8694731746971601336?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8694731746971601336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8694731746971601336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8694731746971601336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8694731746971601336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-in-your-eyes-id-like-to-stay.html' title='Cause in your eyes I&apos;d like to stay~'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-5005759636846062785</id><published>2009-03-23T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:27:59.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the stars, but I hate the night...</title><content type='html'>...cause when it comes, I get lonely again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night, something about my birthday. Anyway, 1 night to go. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-5005759636846062785?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5005759636846062785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=5005759636846062785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5005759636846062785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5005759636846062785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-stars-but-i-hate-night.html' title='I love the stars, but I hate the night...'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-5385138068308466148</id><published>2009-02-05T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:10:48.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love story, baby just say yes.</title><content type='html'>Wala lang, wala ng bagong posts, eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-5385138068308466148?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5385138068308466148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=5385138068308466148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5385138068308466148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5385138068308466148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html' title='It&apos;s a love story, baby just say yes.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8869998201770085869</id><published>2009-01-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:30:10.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hayy naku, ang labo naman, oh. Ayaw ko na. give up na nga. Hayy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8869998201770085869?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8869998201770085869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8869998201770085869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8869998201770085869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8869998201770085869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/01/hayy-naku-ang-labo-naman-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4991734876355073902</id><published>2009-01-05T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:49:21.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My VERY Random Thoughts:</title><content type='html'>Chocnut. Pagod. Umalis na si Papa. Filjourn. Chocnut. Sakit ng ulo. Chocnut. Yuck, malapit na ko mag-16. : Wednesday pa pasok. Ayaw ko pa pumasok. Gusto ko ata pumasok? Ayaw ko mag-klase. Gusto ko ng chocnut. Madaming chocnut. Malamig kanina. Ngayon hindi na. Riscia. Yikee, naalala ko si Riscia. Si Kit din naalala ko. Nagtatanung kasi kung kailan pasok. :)) January 10. Birthday ni Gel. Birthday ni Jona. Haha. 16 na sila, lapit na. Waah. Bag. Uniform. Edit pics. Filjourn. CHOCNUT. Weird ng phone ko ngayon. Weird ng cartoons. Weird lahat. Gutom ako. Pero busog pa ko. : Speed. Laro tayo. Prom. Gown ni Mymy. :P Titingin daw sa gowns sabi ni Zarra. Dilemma ni My sa date. Tonight. Anaphylactic shock. Hika ko. Hinihika na pala ako. Chocnut pa rin. :) Haha. May pasok si Kae at Pat. Ako, wala. Hinatid ko si Papa sa airport. Nagpicture ako for Filj. :P Naglakad sa labas. Kumain ng chocnut. Narinig ko ung car. Inubo ako. Inubo din ung cartoon! Astig. Kailangan ko mag-edit ng pics. Tamad ako. Chocnut. Walang photoshop ung laptoppppp. :(( Magiging lola na ko. Pag may baby na si Angel. Ipa-stud daw siya sa bulldog. Sabi ni Papa. Yuck. Hindi ma-read ung memory card. :( Chocnut. Haha. Saturday incident. May kinantahan kahapon sa Gerry's Grill ng Happy Birthday. Nakisali ung manager. Ang tangkad nung cake. Gusto ko ng cake. Hindi pala, gusto ko ice cream. M&amp;amp;M Blizzard na 16oz sa DQ. Yay. Sige, ubos na chocnut ko. Wala nang chocnut. Hmm. Headphones. Lunch na ba? Aga pa. Pink ung mail ko. Haha. May carnations sa shelf sa taas ko. Carnations nga ba? White na may tint ng violet siya. Ngayon, brown and violet na. Nung 19 pa ata un. Tapos may paper roses sa gilid ko. Astig. Nung NSTW pa ata un. Ang gulo ng table. Linisin ko daw. Tamad ako. To Kill a Mocking Bird ni Patricia katabi ko. Ang gulo talaga. :)) Anu kaya mangyayari sa wednesday. First subject ata ay Fil. Tapooooos. Math ba? STR? Basta 4th subject ay chem. May filj ba? Ayaw ma-load nung picturrrres. :(( Di ko sila ma-contact. Paano na filjourn. :( Ung star jukebox ni Pat andito rin. Ung mga stufftoy nakakalat sa bed. Nasa drums ung pink teddy bear tsaka ung polar bear. :)) Ung pink bear na sa stool, ung polar bear nasa floor tom. :)) Trig. Yuck, bat ko naisip un. :(( Ung gitara ni ate baka malaglag. Ung gitara di ni Pat mukhang malalaglag. Di bale na. Di nila inayos, eh. :)) Ung potpourri nasa keyboard. Mabango na siguro ung keyboard. May unicorn sa gilid, oh. Ang galing. Dalawa sila. Pink ung horn, pati mane, pati nose, pati paa. Pero white siya. Labo ba? Magpost kayo, la ko mabasa. May yellow paper rose pala dito, dapat binigay ko kay Cha. :)) Nga lang may magbibigay naman nun sa kanya. :&gt; Ako. :P Si Abbie naalala ko. Green daw room niya dati. Green na pala room ko. Di na yellow. :)) Panu kaya kung black? Or silver. Ang galing. Violet nalang. Andaming asoooooo. Na stufftoy. Andun sa taas ko. Tapos may parang iguana. May turtle. May tatlong magkakamukhang teddy bear. Dalawa lang pala. Nawala ung isa? :( Dalawa pala turtle. Tapos andun ung nagkikiss ko na teddy bear. Haha. May rabbit. Bakit ko ba dinedescribe room ko? Ahh. Kasi random thoughts ko. Nakalagay sa isang cabinet ko "I think you're gay :)". Nasa masking tape. Second year pa ata un? Haha. Nung sa Ilang. Pinaglaruan namin masking tape. May nagdidikit kay Micah, nakasulat "Bading ako". Or something like that. Hi Micah. :D Tapos dati pagtapos ng Intrams. Umulan ng cotton. Mayaman na Pisay sa cotton. Whee. Nga lang sunog pa rin ata 2nd floor. Aww. Pero may dryer na ung backlob bathrooms. May full-body mirror na din. Vain. Miss ko na front landing bathroom sa 3rd floor. Mas madumi na ung floor sa backlob bathrrom. Dati nakaupo kami dun. Ngayon maputik na. Aww. :( Kailan daw lalabas results ng entrance exams? Ewan. Hmm. Mahaba na ung post. Pahabain pa natin. Whee. Chocnut. Haha. Asan kaya si Angel. Ang ingay nung tv. No progress pa rin filj ko. Photojourn. Haha. Sayaw. Perform. Gusto ko sumayaw. Ayaw nalang. Naalala ko tuloy si Choice. Choice. :D Bading si Zarra. Wala lang. :P Heartburrrrrn. Di na malamig. :(  Gusto ko malamig. Nandito ung bag ni Pat. Bat nandito ung bag ni Pat? :/ May pasok siya, ah. Naiwan niya? Halaaaa. May nasipa ako. May nalaglag. Pingpong paddle pala. May sugat kamay ko. Di pa nawawala. Angel kasi. May rabies ako. Grr. Haha. Wala. Unless ma-lock jaw ako. Hala. 3 months nalang? Or 4? Sana wag umabot ng April pasok. Pulubi ako. Pati sila. Nung Paskorus nung 2nd year kami. Haha. Hi Sir Guce! Ayaw ko mag-birthday. Eh, pero gusto ko. Masaya un. Nga lang ibig sabihin pasukan na. Next year 4th years na. Graduate na. Tapos college na. Tapos mag-work na. Hala. Ayaw ko pa. Gusto ko pa magtaguan. Kambal, di pa tayo nagtataguan. Kumpleto na dapat, andiyan na si Kuya Emjay. :)) Tradition un. Nga lang di na makukumpleto Arnis team namin. Aww. Si Erwin, American citizen. Si Kae din. Yikee. Wala lang. Past is past. :&gt; Haha, joke. May magagalit sa akin. Peace. World peace. Sagot ng beauty queens.  May tumutugtog na Hannah Montana song. One in a Million? Alam? :)) Nag-open ung PC Suite. Buti pa phone ko na-open ng laptop. Ung camera ayaw. : Ang iniiiit. :( Di ko mahanap ung Devil Beside You, or beside Me. Ewan. Basta di ko mahanap. :( Ang haba na. Haha. Sakit sa ulo. Dumadami na ol. Tamad na ko mag-isip. Sige. Bye. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4991734876355073902?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4991734876355073902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4991734876355073902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4991734876355073902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4991734876355073902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-very-random-thoughts.html' title='My VERY Random Thoughts:'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-488047556380476407</id><published>2009-01-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:17:40.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diba, sinabi mo noon? Na lahat ay gagawin mo.</title><content type='html'>BORED. Pero ayaw pa pumasok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-488047556380476407?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/488047556380476407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=488047556380476407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/488047556380476407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/488047556380476407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2009/01/diba-sinabi-mo-noon-na-lahat-ay-gagawin.html' title='Diba, sinabi mo noon? Na lahat ay gagawin mo.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-6593998616695788025</id><published>2009-01-01T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:27:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law.</title><content type='html'>It's officialy 2009 here, but my last minutes of 2008 weren't that great. After mass, we watched the fireworks display at the Grandstand. It wasn't as spectacular as last year's, the stand just had a lot of hissing and whistling, unlike last year's which some parts twirled and moved. Then we went home, my sister was in the mood to go sing out loud so she turned up the music in her room. Everything was going okay, I guess, but then I realized that my phone was weirdly quiet, even though it's a few minutes till new year. I wasn't receiving any greetings, which was weird considering I was receiving Christmas greetings, early morning of December 24. My phone had trouble receiving messages, right on New Year's Eve. : My right foot was also aching, so I just wore slippers. When I went to sit at the table, my leg hit pretty badly on the chair, and when my sister sat beside me, I hit myself again. Also, my beloved Amici crinkles fell. :( I was feeling pretty sick, and when the countdown finally ended, I felt really bad and had to go and lie down. What a way to welcome the year. Oh well. Happy New Year everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-6593998616695788025?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6593998616695788025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=6593998616695788025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6593998616695788025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6593998616695788025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2666864313088576388</id><published>2008-12-31T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:50:54.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I remember the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;on those drives&lt;br /&gt;We had a million questions&lt;br /&gt;all about our livesand when we got to New York&lt;br /&gt;everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;were not enough&lt;br /&gt;and it used to feel like dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you&lt;br /&gt;here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you told me about when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember the car you were last seen in&lt;br /&gt;and the games we would play&lt;br /&gt;All the times we spilled our coffees&lt;br /&gt;and stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you sat and told me about your Jesus&lt;br /&gt;and how not to look back even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;When it hurt so bad sometimes&lt;br /&gt;not having you here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;and know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look upand know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;/p&gt;Tonight by FM Static. Bla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2666864313088576388?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2666864313088576388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2666864313088576388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2666864313088576388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2666864313088576388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-new-year.html' title='Almost the new year.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-1192558159908510650</id><published>2008-12-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:43:41.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you lose faith in you, I'll give you strength to pull through.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. What did we do today? Well, we woke up early cause we needed to fetch our dad at 7:30 this morning. After we fetched him, we went to Dampa to eat. Then, we went home for a while, skip skip skip. Then, a few, uhh, not really few, but more than 20 unexpected supposed-to-be-relatives came here from Paranaque, and they just left. Tomorrow's new year's eve. Happy new year. :D Hmm, let me post some new year resolutions (since I don't do wish lists, and maybe this won't be followed anyway, but for the sake of the season, boom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Be a good girl for the rest of the year. O:)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Be more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Listen.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag kalimutan maggoodnight kay Papa.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Makinig sa utos ni Mama.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag na bigyan ng masyadong work si Yaya,&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag lagi asarin si Ate. :P&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maging good ate kay Pat.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maging good ate din kay Prinz.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag na sabihan si Em ng "bad". =))&lt;br /&gt;♥ Be more responsible pag dating kay Angel.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maging more approachable kay Cha.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maging mas always there kay My.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maging better best friend kay Aya. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Kumain ng veggies. Yuck, ayaw. :))&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag-isip pa ng resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag na iyakin?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag-behave palagi. O:)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Magbond more with Mg girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;  -kasama na mag share more.&lt;br /&gt;  -get to know better.&lt;br /&gt;  -spend more time. :)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag guluhin si Kt pag may mood swing siya. :)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Listen attentively sa class.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag hi na pag nag hi si Gino. :)) peace. :P&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag na awayin si Kae sa pagkukulit sa friends ko.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Maging mabait na kay Ernest. (sabi nga, baka di masunod.)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag-share pa with Joker.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag asarin tiyan ni Esguerra. :P&lt;br /&gt;♥ Magawa na project with Art Group. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag-isip ulit ng more resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag bye ng maayos kay Ren pag kausap sa ym. :)) (yan, ah)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Wag daw awayin si Fidel (kahit siya nang-aaway)&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mag good morning kay Jay! =))&lt;br /&gt;*Enough na with personalized resolutions. :))&lt;br /&gt;♥ Study better.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Work harder..&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love more.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Smile.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that's it for now. Happy New Year's Eve Eve. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-1192558159908510650?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1192558159908510650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=1192558159908510650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1192558159908510650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1192558159908510650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-lose-faith-in-you-ill-give-you.html' title='If you lose faith in you, I&apos;ll give you strength to pull through.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-5392199479437042566</id><published>2008-12-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:18:22.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, forget everything for a while. :)</title><content type='html'>I owe Magnesium a good post. Haha. Panu ba naman, ngayon lang ulit ako nagkaclass party habang schoolyear pa nung class. :)) I'm tired, naisipan ng mom ko maghanap ng gown, kaya ayun. Hmm. San ba sisimulan ang aking good post. Sige, sisimulan ko sa MgG outing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Camille, nag-aya na pumunta sa legacy concert ng grade school niya, at ng sleep-over na rin, para sa bonding ng MgG. Tapos un. Supposedly, anim kami. Ako, Camille, Richelle, Gigi, Jil at Min-min. Nga lang, last minute na di pinayagan si Jil, kaya lima nalang kami. Friday un, so dapat 3:20 uwian namin, nga lang, walang PE. :&gt; So before 2:30 (early dismissal ata sa STR? ata.), nagpunta kami ng dorm at nagbihis. Tapos inantay namin ung dormer girls, at nagpunta na sa gate. Pupunta kami Trinoma kasi dun susunduin. Unfortunately, sabi ni Ate Guard, dapat daw 3:20 kami umalis, eh mga 3:15 palang, kaya dapat mag-antay. Aliw nga si Min-min, sobrang excited, nagbilang agad. Sinabihan pa kaming magbilang up to 300. :)) And then, boom, it was 3:20. Just like magic! :)) Dapat sasakay daw ng taxi, eh saktong papaalis na, palabas na ung car ni Jil, sooooo. Sumakay kami, at hinatid kaming Trinoma. Yay. :)) Pagdating dun, nag-ikot ikot kami. Tumingin na rin ng pwedeng exhange gifts. Tapos dun sa foodcourt ng Landmark, napag-usapan pa ung Fit 'n Right (tama ba?), tapos ang sabi ni Richelle, Fit 'n Fab. Haha, la lang. :P Iniwan namin gamit namin sa Landmark (school bags included). Dalawang cubicle naagaw namin. Haha. Basta nag-ikot lang, and then nasunod na rin. Sa car, nasa driver's seat ung dad ni Camille, sa tabi ung brother ni Camille. Sa middle row, ako, Richelle, at Min-min. Tapos sa likod, ung sis ni Camille, si Camille, at si Gigi. Haha. Tapos dumating na sa Assumption Antipolo. Nung concert, dahil medyo late na, nasa bandang likod kami. Nga lang, may nagsabi kay Gigi na pumunta sa harap, at sumugod si Gigi sa harap. Yay, haha. Nga lang, ung guard, pinapunta kami sa likod. Aww. Eh since la kaming chair, we had to go back ulit. Buti nalang di dun sa liko na likod. Nga lang, may nanay dun na paglabas ata ni Christian Bautista, tili ng tili. Grabe. Tapos, thanks to some nice people, umupo din kami. Astig si Min-min, di napagod magtake ng vids pati pics. :)) Lalo na pagdating kay Kim Chiu. :)) Tapos astig din si Gary V., parang mas energetic pa kaysa sa anak niya. And then ung di namin nakalimutan for the rest of the night, ung guitarist ng Spongecola na sobrang galing maghead bang. Parang nagfloflow lang ung hair niya, gumagawa ng wave tapos bumabalik sa dating place. Parang special effects. :)) Nag-ikot sandali sa school ni Camille after, tapos pumunta na sa bahay ng ninang niya. Dun ko nakita kung gaano ka-hyper kapatid ni Camille. :)) Mamimili lang ng dvd na papanoorin, grabeng pagod. Gusto kasi niya Simpsons, eh iba gusto namin. So parang nag Deal or No Deal pa (grabe exposure ko ngayon sa Abs-cbn, nakakpanibago. :P), nga lang natanggal ung Simpsons, kaya un, nagwala. Natira ung National Treasures ba un? Basta Nicholas Cage. Eh di tuwang-tuwa si Min-min. :)) Mga past 11 na din un, so mga antok na, pagod din kasi. Umupo na kami sa living room, kinukulit pa rin kami nung sis ni Camille na mag Simpsons. :)) Nagplay na ung National Treasure, tapos inaantok na kami. Around 1 ata, nagising ako, grabeng tulog na tulog na lahat, except si Min-min. Dilat na dilat si Min-min. :)) Nakakaaliw pa kasi tulad sa Bio, katapat ko siya, tulog siya. Madalas tulog, pero nung kami lahat tulog, gising na gising siya. :)) Natapos na ung movie, then sleeping time na dapat. Nga lang cards pa daw. Nagalaro silang apat, patulog na ko. Nga lang nainggit ako. Kaya un, natuto ako maglaro ng Slapjack. :)) Kakaaliw si Min-min, eh, di sure kung magsaslap, tapos sumisingit pa kamay niya. :)) Ung one time halos lahat na ng cards nagkay Richelle, tapos napunta kay Min-min. :)) Mga around 3 na kami nakatulog, si Camille daw mga 4 pa. Nagising ako 6 or 7 ata. Tapos nung bumangon na lahat, naglakad lakad kami sa labas. Biglang humiwalay si Richelle at Min-min, kaya kaming tatlo nalang magkakasama nila Camille at Gigi. Nag-ikot kami, nga lang dun sa isang street, may humabol sa amin na dalawang maliliit na aso. :)) Naligaw tuloy kami. After nun, breakfast. Tapos nuod, pinilit ako manuod ni Richelle ng horror. :)) Nagbihis na iba while ung iba naglaro ng sungka. Tapos nagpunta kami ng SM Taytay. Nag-ikot ulit, at naghanap ng exchange gifts. pare-pareho kaming guys ung biibgyan sa exchange gifts, tapos di pa kami marunong magregalo sa kanila. Kaya halos pare-pareho nalang binili, nga lang may pagka-"personalized". :P Lunch, tapos uwi na. Yay. Ang saya. :)) MgG bonding. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Mg Party naman. :)) Nung pumunta ako ng dorm, andun si Min-min, Richelle, Camille at Gigi, nanunuod ng Detective Conan. Tapos, after some time, dumating sila Kit, nagtatanung kung gusto namin sumama ng mas maaga dun sa building nila Joaq para magset-up. Dapat kami lang nila Camille sasama, kasi daw di na kasya sa van, at kung pwede daw may kasamang girls na preferrably hindi dormers kasi baka daw mag-aayos sila ng gamit, sabi ni Joaq. Haha. So, ayun. Eh nakasalubong namin si Richelle, since baka umakyat na ng dorm sila Gigi, hinatak na namin si Richelle. Nag-aantay na kami sa front, kami ay sina ako, Camille, Richelle, Kit, Kim, Jay, Joaq, Yeyel. Tapos nakisali si Lea. Lea talaga. :)) So 9 na kami, eh since sumama si Lea, kailangan niya umupo kay Richelle, poor Richelle. :)) Tapos kailangan dumaan sa house ni Joaq. Since kaming girls nasa harap, at nasa likod si Joaq, kailangan namin lumabas. Kaya andun nalang kami nagstay sa labas ng house ni Joaq. Ang sama pa ni Joaq, sobrang tagal. Nabaliw na kami, kaya nung may napansin si Lea na shadow na heart, pinicturan nalang namin. :)) Alala ko pa, napag-usapan namin ung parties ng section, tapos nabanggit ung ParLi ng Lithium. Kaya tinignan namin kung anu tunog sa ibang sections. Sa amin daw, MgParty!. Sabi ata ni Richelle sa Beryllium, May party kami, Beh! Haha. Aliw. Wala lang. Basta un. After a looooooooong time, lumabas si Joaq. Wow. Tapos un, sumakay na ng car at pumunta sa building. Kinwento ni Joaq na may theme dapat, ung theme ng party ay "grill", kasi mag-iihaw kami. Supposedly, magseset-up kami. Nga lang naglabas ng poker set si Yeyel. Since umalis naman si Joaq, tinuruan nalang kami nung boys maglaro. Sa bench ko, si Camille, Lea, Richelle, at ako. Opposing side, si Kit, Yeyel, Kim, Jay. Nung tinuruan kami, may trial, so round 1. Nanalo ako. Haha, begginer's luck ba? :&gt; :)) Basta puro girls nanalo, at na-bankrupt ung boys (na maangas pa naman nung start). :)) Since nilaro na namin ung games ng boys, pinalaro naman namin sa kanila mga nilaro namin nung MgG bonding. Nung bluff, nangongolekta si Yeyel ng cards. :)) Tapos nung Slapjack, napunta kay jay ung cards, kaya may consequence. :)) Tagal kasi mag-process, nag-iisip pa kung bakit lahat kami naka-slap. :P Then, while playing, nagutom kasi. Panu ba naman, outdoor un, kami kami lang andun, with 2 buckets ng KFC chicken, at 2 boxes ng 18" ata na Yellowcab pizzas, eh mahangin, kaya naaamoy namin. Mahirap magconcentrate pag ganun tapos gutom. :)) May nagsuggest na kumuha ng isa-isang slice ng pizza, so kumuha kami. Eh ang pangit naman na bawas na, kaya inubos nalang, tapos tinago ung box to hide the evidence. :)) Eh nakonsensya si Kit, good boy kasi si Kit, kaya nag-order nalang ulit. :)) Dumating na ung batch 2, diretso kain na. Si Fidel, kumuha ng hotdog, tapos ang angas pa na lumapit (maangas talaga si Fidel :P), pagkakagat niya sa hotdog, nagtaka ako, eh la pa naman na-grill na hotdog, at nakasara pa ung naka-slice na lines. Nasabi ko tuloy na di pa luto. Kaya un, naging weird mukha ni Fidel. Haha.  So, kain kain. Tapos laro pa. Nung nag-aya na ulit magcards, kasama ko sila Lea ulit. Dun natikman ni Lea ang first ever taho niya. :)) At nakakakuryente mamalo ng kamay sila Jaime at Yeyel. Tapos un, agawan base daw. Eh naka-sandals ako, na mataas ung heels (kasalanan ni Lea, magsusuot daw kasi siya ng mataas na heels, kaya nagsuot din ako. Haha.), buti nalang karamay ko si Lea. Nga lang magkalaban kami. Dapat one-on-one kami, eh. :P Nga lang di ako makatakbo, dahil nga sa shoes, buti nalang pinahiram ako ni Richelle ng slippers. :)) Talo kami. Pero ayos lang, may moment naman si Richelle at Faj (may nagkakahiyaan maghabulan, at may parehong nadapa kaya nakahiga silang dalawa. :P), tapos masaya. Nung napagod na, maglaro dapat kami (Gigi, Camille, Min-min, Lea, Richelle) nung game na may kanta tapos may pinapasang coin, tapos huhulaan kung san ung coin, nga lang di kami magkasundo sa lyrics nung kanta, kaya pass the message nalang. :)) Ang tagal na naging taya si Min-min, kaya may consequence siya, haha. Nung pauwi na, kahit may ibang nagstay pa, pinagawa kay Min-min ung consequence. :&gt; Haha. Pero nagpicture din. Sabi daw sumigaw ng Magnesium, tapos Jess, tapos naging "HUG!!!". :)) Sa car, nakatabi ko sa isang side sila Marwin at Lennart, ang kulit tuloy. :)) Si Gigi din katabi ko. Tapos magkatabi si Yeyel at Jay sa harap. :&gt; Kasama din namin sila Lea, Camille, Richelle, Min-min, Dion, Jil, at sino pa ba? Si Marz, kaya naman kinikilig sila Panton. Haha. Tapos napag-awayan pa nila ung tulili at tutuli, Lea kasi. :)) Basta, ang kulit sa car, ang saya. :)) Pero may isa akong di makakalimutan na sinabi ni Fidel. Very very deep at inspiring: "Pwede na tayo mag-reunion!". :)) Di bale na kung 7 people lang umaatend sa mga practice, basta, party people naman pala ang Mg. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, astig, ang haba ng post. Lapit na christmas. 11:16 na ng December 23, 2008, ayon sa laptop. :)) Mali ata ung timezone ng blog ko, eh. Oh well. Advance merry christmas. :D Pakasaya lahat. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-5392199479437042566?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5392199479437042566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=5392199479437042566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5392199479437042566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5392199479437042566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/smile-forget-everything-for-while.html' title='Smile, forget everything for a while. :)'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4331724167516792079</id><published>2008-12-22T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:08:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>The Rugrats are showing on Nick right now. I didn't know that show was still being played, it's been a long time since I last watched it. :)) I've been planning to post here, but I'm to lazy. So this post won't make much sense. Anyway, after the Simbang Gabi yesterday, we went to Eastwood for breakfast, it was almost 6 in the morning then. Before entering, my mom tried to call the guard to ask if the restaurants were already open, she even pressed the horn, but the guard didn't respon. The guard was actually sleeping, while standing up. :)) I'm still amazed. :P Anyway, today is AFP Day. There are soldiers positioned every 4-5 meters on our avenue. There are actually people who are directing the traffic. :)) And the grandstand is filled with the representatives of different battalions. We were supposed to watch, but came back home anyway. And no I'm bored. :)) It's almost christmas. Merry Christmas. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4331724167516792079?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4331724167516792079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4331724167516792079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4331724167516792079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4331724167516792079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7448567784268954918</id><published>2008-12-11T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:16:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blablabla. Death.</title><content type='html'>I wonder, if the question I was asked during speech was the most memorable experience of Impermanence, what would I have answered? I remember Gigi's speech, it was about the death of her Grandmother. Death is a really clear sign of impermanence. But I see it as a phase. At first, you're dying. And after, your dead. How does it feel like to die? I don't know. But I know it would be a great pain to see your loved ones breathe their last. That's why I'd rather die before anyone else does, because I'm afraid of the pain. Yeah, it sounds so selfish, but no one would really feel pain when I'm the one who would pass away. Sorry for this post, but for the past few days my mind's been filled up with these kind of thoughts. Maybe because of the frequent news about these. There are so many unsuspected deaths occuring, and I wake up in the middle of the night thinking when my time would be, what's waiting for me on the other side, what would happen to the people I'd leave behind, and all those. I'm getting paranoid. If a family member's not home yet, I can't sleep and can't do anything but pray that they'd get home safely. Argh. I don't like thinking about this anymore. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7448567784268954918?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7448567784268954918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7448567784268954918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7448567784268954918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7448567784268954918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/12/blablabla-death.html' title='Blablabla. Death.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7705543359056761835</id><published>2008-12-01T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:28:03.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>First day of December. And I have a lot of homework to do. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7705543359056761835?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7705543359056761835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7705543359056761835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7705543359056761835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7705543359056761835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-5023876776486141574</id><published>2008-11-24T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:02:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me today, yes, I'm wishing my life away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are many things I wish I can just remove from my life right now. There are many things I want to change. The way he seems to always make me a problem. The way she takes me for granted. The way they treat me. This stupid scratch that'll probably bleed in a while that I got when I plugged this. This ridiculous head and stomach ache. The unbelievable confusion, hurt and denial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever wondered what names you'd want for kids? I was talking to somebody and this topic came up, and I got to thinking. :)) Since my name is Princess, I wanted to name girls Czarina, Empress and other royal titles. :P I found Duchess, and even Imperatrix/Imperatrice/Emperatriz along with Kaiserin and Tsarina. Haha. They sound cute. Shallow. Oh well. Sorry, I was just amused. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P*sigh*. Hayy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**I told my mom that I didn't want to go to prom. But she told me to go, so she can dress me up and try to make me pretty. But that's not even possible. I guess that's what moms are supposed to do, try to make you feel better about yourself when everyone pushes you down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-5023876776486141574?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5023876776486141574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=5023876776486141574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5023876776486141574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5023876776486141574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/marry-me-today-yes-im-wishing-my-life.html' title='Marry me today, yes, I&apos;m wishing my life away.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7454938161955359586</id><published>2008-11-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:29:57.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala.</title><content type='html'>I spent my morning today in Ateneo, boy-watching. :&gt; And by boy-watching, I mean little boys who are getting their first communion. :)) Haha. My brother just got his first communion that's why my dad went home. But he just left for the airport. Aww. Anyway. MALAPIT NA CHRISTMAS BREAKKKKKK! :)))))) Excited. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7454938161955359586?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7454938161955359586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7454938161955359586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7454938161955359586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7454938161955359586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalala.html' title='Lalala.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2911939606569575775</id><published>2008-11-22T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:00:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post some lyrics. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naaalala mo pa ba nung tayo'y magkasama pa&lt;br /&gt;Iyong sinabi't pinangako na nalimot mo na siya&lt;br /&gt;At kahit naglaho ka na muling sumama sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking puso ay ikaw pa rin, ikaw pa rin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothin' feels right when Im not with you&lt;br /&gt;Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos&lt;br /&gt;Takin them off 'cos I feel a fool&lt;br /&gt;Tryna dress up when I'm missin' you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look at me that way I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me I've been fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie I've been a mess since you left&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see you it gets more and more intense"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy. I need to cut my hair. But I still want it long. :)) Life's weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2911939606569575775?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2911939606569575775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2911939606569575775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2911939606569575775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2911939606569575775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-bed-i-lay-with-nothing-but-your-t.html' title='In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2747568049251955410</id><published>2008-11-20T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:21:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot I had a math hw to do. :|</title><content type='html'>I just finsihed my mom's gift. Since I gave my dad a painting for his birthday (since I'm still not finished with the big canvas :P), I'm giving my mom a drawing (since I don't have much time). I arrived home at 1 something but I just wasted my time thinking. I can't even say those thoughts would be useful to me in any way. Hayy.. 4 weeks to go. Then all this would be over, for a while. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2747568049251955410?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2747568049251955410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2747568049251955410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2747568049251955410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2747568049251955410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-forgot-i-had-math-hw-to-do.html' title='I forgot I had a math hw to do. :|'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8797097741342419416</id><published>2008-11-19T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:31:51.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought everything was good.</title><content type='html'>Thank you beloved friend, I feel dearly betrayed. Of all the people, who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, do you really think that third time's the charm? Did you have to repeat what you did again and again? Too bad though cause we seem to believe in different things. I believe in three strikes and you're out. You told me many times before that you were trying to change and that you weren't going to do things that caused trouble last time. But here you are again doing those things as if nothing ever happened. Looks like all those words meant nothing. And, guess what? I'm so full of it. I'm so mad. Yay. So much for trying to change. You just love making me angry, don't you? Well, thanks to you, my already damaged trust for you just went down the drain. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the people, aren't you supposed to be the one who should know how I hate being told one thing and seeing something else? But you keep on telling me things and doing something else. You enjoy seeing me like this, don't you? Thanks, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were right when they said loving someone is giving someone the power to hurt you, but trusting them not to. I guess I just love the wrong people. Too bad, trust doesn't mean anything to you. I guess I'm just a bad judge for character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of friend you are, doing things behind my back and even thinking I'd be happy. And I thought I was a good friend for supporting you and trying to protect you. I guess I'm not, then. Or am I just the person who you'd come to just when everyone leaves you behind. After all those times I thought you'd do the same for me. Maybe I was the only one thinking that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for hurting me and letting me fall. I'll just have to remember next time that I won't get any help from you. Especially now that I'm just in the background, the person you'd come to when all your other friends go to their own friends. Wow. You're really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for misunderstanding everything about me. For thinking that what you like is what I also like. For making decisions for me that you should know would hurt me in the long run. For always being there for someone else and never for me. For being the one I always had to look for but never did once for me. For enjoying hiding behind my back while I took in every single problem you had to free you from them. For just being something I didn't expect. Thanky you for taking me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two leave the biggest holes in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8797097741342419416?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8797097741342419416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8797097741342419416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8797097741342419416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8797097741342419416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-when-you-thought-everything-was.html' title='Just when you thought everything was good.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4170861309036541455</id><published>2008-11-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:28:15.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. :| And not really in the mood to post, again. It's raining, so it's cold. I like it. Anyway, since I don't have much to write anyway, here's the lyrics to the song Decode by Paramore. It's also my blog music right now. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;How can I decide what's right?&lt;br /&gt;When you're clouding up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't win your losing fight all the time&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ever own what's mine&lt;br /&gt;When you're always taking sides&lt;br /&gt;But you won't take away my pride&lt;br /&gt;No not this time&lt;br /&gt;Not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;When I use to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it's hanging on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Just boiling in my blood,&lt;br /&gt;But you think that I can't see&lt;br /&gt;What kind of man that you are&lt;br /&gt;If you're a man at all&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will figure this one out on my own&lt;br /&gt;On my own ("I'm screaming I love you so")&lt;br /&gt;On my own (My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;When I use to know you so well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;We've gone and made such fools of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;When I use to know you so well, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I use to know you so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know&lt;br /&gt;I think I know&lt;br /&gt;There is something I see in you&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me I want it to be true&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4170861309036541455?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4170861309036541455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4170861309036541455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4170861309036541455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4170861309036541455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2738337003728062998</id><published>2008-11-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:03:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I get, the more I want.</title><content type='html'>Actually, the title's contradicting what I'm feeling right now. I'm coughing and I don't want more of it. Haha. I just realized I haven't posted for a long while, sooo, I'm posting. :P I got my card today, my mom and brother are leaving later to go to my dad because it's his birthday on Monday. I think my bro's already getting ready to go to the airport. Anyway, since I have classes on Monday, I can't go with them. : But I'm actually looking forward for the 5-day weekend. Know what, our weeks should always be like that. 2 weekdays and 5 weekends. :)) I'll continue this post later, oh well. Bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2738337003728062998?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2738337003728062998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2738337003728062998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2738337003728062998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2738337003728062998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-i-get-more-i-want.html' title='The more I get, the more I want.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-9182324791154852321</id><published>2008-10-22T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:40:26.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause it feels like stealing hearts; calling your name from the crowd.</title><content type='html'>Today, when I went to the car, I saw a spider still making its web. I was amazed by the simple but beautiful pattern it was creating, I couldn't do anything but stare. But our GREAT driver walked right through it, and as the web was destroyed, my morning got ruined as well. I was quiet the whole way to school, thinking bout the web. But as I got to school, things got better. But, my day was ruined yet again in Compsci. Kit asked me earlier if I'd make another entry about the incident, I'd be stupid if I said I would not, while I'm here writing about that. But I'm not going to complain anymore. Magnesium's not that bad of a section. It's really fun at times. Even though we don't really have homeroom sessions (because our adviser's not that aware that we're his advisory class), last Monday's homeroom was quite fun. I bet there's no other class who would have a Lennart-Marwin type of duo. And everyone just enjoys laughing and having fun. But sometimes Magnesium's gets a bit over-friendly. :)) But hey, I said I'm not going to complain anymore. I only have about 5 months to enjoy this section and I don't want to regret being a part of it. Mg girls are really sweet, and they know how to get along with others. It's fun to just sit back and talk with them, or even play basketball at Timezone. :P The boys are also nice to talk to, there are times when they just become intolerable. Anyway, I know they're still nice. O:) I'm going to miss this section anyway, after some time, I think. Magnesium's just Magnesium. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-9182324791154852321?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/9182324791154852321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=9182324791154852321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/9182324791154852321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/9182324791154852321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-it-feels-like-stealing-hearts.html' title='Cause it feels like stealing hearts; calling your name from the crowd.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7344136724992378676</id><published>2008-10-20T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:43:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unite.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. It's been a while I guess, since I last posted. And I'm not really in the mood to post, but I'm still gonna write an entry on the retreat cause if I hold it off too long, it won't be fresh from my memory bank. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up kinda early on October 17, Friday. I checked my things and got ready. I left at about past 10 and even brought my dog along to see me off at school. But I guess she wasn't that excited cause she kept on growling when other people come near her. Haha, sorry bout that. Anyway, there were people still writing palancas (ahem, Joker :P), there were some who were signing attendance, and some who were just playing around. I saw the envelopes for the palancas and I put the ones I made in the envelopes. I guess I have to apologize for not being able to give palancas to some people. Sorry. I had a list of people, but after the third or fourth person, my hand ached and I had nothing to write anymore. So, I only managed to make a few more, and then it was time for retreat. Riscia and I went around the school for some time and then stayed at the grandstand. After a while, we went back to the front lob. Then it was time to board the bus. I sat behind Ma'am Barrer and Ma'am Sabanal, Kit and Joaq was behind me, Jay was beside me. If I remember correctly, Jay became my seatmate because we boarded the bus at about the same time. Anyway, everybody was excited, but after a while, I felt sleepy. And so did Kit, I think. Joaq kept singing songs (even though the radio was on), and Jay kept on telling me to talk to him. After a while, my seatmates quieted down. But after the bathroom break, it seemed like they were energized and kept on talking again. Haha. When we arrived at Angel's Hills (we arrived after Li and Sr, I think), we waited for the other students to go down the bus and then proceeded to the convention hall. The house rules were to be explained, but at some time, the speaker walked out (and I only realized it when the girl who took over said so, I thought the guy was just called to the back. :P). After discussing the rules with the new speaker, we were assigned the rooms. Mymy, Zarra, Riscia and I got 27B, which was near the meditation garden, and whose "veranda" was facing a wall. Our cottage on the map was drawn to be at a very far corner, with a statue/garden at the front. We were expecting it to be cold (duh, Tagaytay), but with our cottage facing the wall, air can't pass through much and it was hot. Not to mention, our ceiling fan looked ancient and turned very veeeery slooooowly. The front door had some kind of cork board beside it, and insects stayed there, not to mention the ants marching on the wall. :|  We went in,  and just made lots of noise. We took some pics, and "planned" how we would sleep. It was fun in the room,  we did nothing but goof around and laugh.  Then it was time to retur to the convention hall. Father Mon taught an Italian (am I right?) song, and some other more familiar songs. It was fun. Then we had a talk about prayers. After that, dinner. After dinner, the batch had an activity. We had a human bingo where there were boxes written with "I love you.", "A person you would enjoy the sunset with", "The person you would spend your life with". After passing my paper, I just watched the others run around and telling people to sign, it was fun to watch. :)) Then the human board game. We had some snacks then we went back to our cottage. That's when people started calling. :)) People were running around and asking for numbers. Job and his roommates called and it was confusing. Nobody got to talk properly, haha. Some people called, then when we didn't want to talk to them, we would pass the phone to some other person. Mymy enjoyed  talking like a guy. When Riscia was in the bathroom, we pretended that we were talking to somebody who was inviting her to walk outside, it was just so much fun. It was still hot when we tried to start sleeping. Riscia, Zarra and I laid down already on the bed, but Mymy was taking to Jay on the phone. We couldn't sleep because we hear them taking bout hips, weight and that stuff. We got to sleep in the early morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 18, the catholics had a mass at 6:30 am. I woke up at about 4, but I think we got out of bed at 5 am. Riscia and I looked out at the sky when Zarra was in the bathroom, and it was still dark. When we went out to walk with Zarra, the sun was already up, and it was just about 6 then. We went around for some time then went to mass. After that, we had breakfast and announcements were made. We had a session after that. The first session's speaker was just great. He caught our attention when he entered and held it until the end of his talk. His stories were inspirational and funny. And watching him with his very expressive face was even funnier. His stories about his son was just so sweet. I enjoyed his talk very much. We had an activity after that, the Amazing Grace. Our first station was with the water guns. Plata, Riscia, Zarra and I were the ones who held the paper which were not supposed to be wet. The guys had so much fun shooting Plata, so after that station she was very wet. Brandon became the director at Ma'am Docto's station. Ada found the balloon a few seconds after the facilitator told us to find it. My teammates chose to just throw to the other side the trash we should pick up. We answered a tricky question and built human stairs for the firewall. Our last station was where you had to shout the math problems. Oh yeah, our team was the most relaxed team. Nobody ran, and nobody wanted to run, but we still managed to go back to the convention hall before the others. We led the girls in our team and ate Elvie to our cottage to have our small group discussion there.  After that, we ate our lunch quickly and went to the chapel. It was late when we realized we could have finished early, but we didn't know there was a line when we went in. While waiting for confession, some had there one-on-one discussions. After that, we had our third session. The story about the highschool couple was very impressive. Anyway, we had a quick small group discussion and then ate Elvie took me for my one-on-one. My one-on-one was very short so I went back to the cottage after. We had till 6:30 to walk around and rest. We had our dinner and then it was palanca giving time. :P We waited outside the convention hall and were given candles Inside, the lights were turned off and we were arranged in circles. It was amazing how the room looked being lit up by many candles. After I got my envelope, I chose to read in the cottage so it would be more comfortable and I can cry in peace if ever. Haha. I saved the letters that I knew would make me cry. When we started reading (we as in My, Riscia, Zarra and me), we were laughing and even reading some letters out loud. But My was called out after a while for practice, I think. And when Zarra went out, I started to read those letters that I saved. Sure enough, I cried. And my tears won't stop coming out. After a while Zarra called me to go outside, but I realized why she would be calling me. Since Riscia had to deliver something to someone, we escaped through the backdoor, and went to the village. After returning to the cottage, I read the other letters. Then Riscia vanished. Some things happened after that but I remember seeing Zarra talking on the phone when we returned. Oh yeah, after the ceremony for the palancas, I saw Micah come in to our room through the backdoor, demanding his palanca from My. We scared him off by saying that a teacher was there. Other Ilang people also came. After some time,  My and I went outside to walk with Ilang. While walking around we gathered Ilang people. Many were outside, enjoying there last night. Ma'am Butaran and Ma'am Docto even allowed us to go into the village that night to go to Ilang. When we returned to the cottage, I remember Riscia telling stories that kind of scared us after. :)) We planned on waking up at 5 am so we would have time to walk around, but we slept early in the morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Riscia set her alarm for 5 am that morning, when it went off, she told us it was 5 and we woke up. We laughed at My thinkiing she was still asleep.  You see, before going to bed, Mymy told us that she was going to take a bath before us. We laughed, saying that we would be late because she would be hard to wake up. But that morning, she surprised us by declaring she was awake. After laughing, we fell asleep again. I checked my phone when I woke up again, and saw that it was already 6. That was when we got up, exactly 1 hour after our target time. :)) we walked around after that then had breakfast. After that were the prayers/presentations. We then wrote on a piece of paper our bad habits and stuff, and then burnt it. We had mass after that, and then the batch picture taking. I was in no mood for the picture taking, so I just waited for it to be over, not even bothering to smile or to be seen. After that, we packed up, and went to lunch. We were the first ones to arrive. After eating, we loaded up, and then went to the souvenir shop for a while. At the bus, I chose to sit beside Kit cause I knew he won't push me to talk if I had nothing to say. When he left at the Caltex stop,  I got the seat to myself. I was able to sleep lightly for a while after that. I stayed with Ilang while waiting for my mom to fetch me. We then went to the mall where my sisters were waiting. Anyway, the retreat's over. Back to reality. :| And I only realized time stopped at Angel's Hills, just when the retreat was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7344136724992378676?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7344136724992378676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7344136724992378676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7344136724992378676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7344136724992378676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/unite.html' title='Unite.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2593679869115543203</id><published>2008-10-14T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:40:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we’ll live and learn, maybe we’ll crash and burn.</title><content type='html'>It's still early, and I can't get back to sleep, as usual. I planned on sleeping early and getting up late this "sembreak" sbecause that's something I can't do anymore when classes resume, but I can't. I can't sleep early, even though I feel sleepy already, I can't sleep. : And every few hours I wake up. Argh, it's annoying. I get to sleep at about past 11, wake up at 1, fall asleep at past 2, wake up a couple of hours later. : I guess that's why I always have headaches. Anywhee, I'm writing this cause I don't have anything better to do. My breakfast is waiting for me, but I don't feel like eating, yet. :P I'm feeling inspired to write a long post cause I read Kit's long post. Haha, gaya gaya. :P Oh well, let's try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's blank of anything that I could write for this entry, nevermind. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2593679869115543203?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2593679869115543203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2593679869115543203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2593679869115543203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2593679869115543203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-well-live-and-learn-maybe-well.html' title='Maybe we’ll live and learn, maybe we’ll crash and burn.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-513541061305238290</id><published>2008-10-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:27:54.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel's Breath.</title><content type='html'>Or more likely, Angel's saliva slash slobber. My shift and space keys are pretty sticky. Grr. Anyway, I'm making this post because I have nothing better to do. I just remembered how I was laughing at myself last night for running away from those people handing out free samples at the caf. They remind me of those people in malls handing out forms for credit card and stuff, and I'm not that comfortable with them. Haha. My days are quieter, at least I'm trying to keep them like this. But it doesn't mean they're actually better. I'm trying to find stuff to do to fill my time, but I'm getting lazy. : HAYY. Things are one heck of a mess right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-513541061305238290?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/513541061305238290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=513541061305238290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/513541061305238290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/513541061305238290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/angels-breath.html' title='Angel&apos;s Breath.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8269419958302167721</id><published>2008-10-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:08:38.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>Some people are just... Too much. You have to spell everything out just so they can understand what you're trying to make them see. You ask for simple things, and they make it complicated. Grr.  Anyway, I was terribly unproductive and lazy today, I even forgot to feel hungry even though I didn't eat breakfast and got to eat lunch late. Haha, pathetic. And now I'm too lazy to make this entry longer. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8269419958302167721?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8269419958302167721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8269419958302167721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8269419958302167721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8269419958302167721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8451267761280280950</id><published>2008-10-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:51:17.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo.</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Kit (who stole it from Lea who stole it from somebody else and the cycle goes on). Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Perfect: Way way waaaaaaaaaay far from it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tall: YES! Uhm, no. I'm small. :&lt;br /&gt;3. In your pajamas: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;4. Left handed: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Talked to on the phone: Uhh. My mom.&lt;br /&gt;2. Person who texted you: My sister who's about 3 meters away from me. :))&lt;br /&gt;**asan ung 3?&lt;br /&gt;4. Is today better than yesterday: Noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 3. :P :))&lt;br /&gt;2. Color: Uhh, violet, kasi, ewan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Food: M&amp;amp;M Blizzard ng DQ, wala lang, gusto ko, eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. Place: Anywhere with you. :&gt; JOKE. Kahit saan? Basta hindi mainit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS &amp;amp; ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did this morning when you got up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Looked at the time on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you watched in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;A: The Mummy ata? Haha, memories. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;A: Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sa room na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did you sleep there?&lt;br /&gt;A: Kasi I didn't want to be alone in my room. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was your last thought before going to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Antok na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now, one being bad ten being great?&lt;br /&gt;A: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: "The president of UNITED STATES!"-Fairly Odd Parents :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: My head. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's your favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;A: Thursday. : : : :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN EMOTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now? I miss you. Ang labo ko ngayoooon. =)) Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single? Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you tired? Sobra. (nawawala questions 3-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are your parents still married? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name? Princess. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign? Geminiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female? Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Crushing? Crushing what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. Smart or globe? Globe. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color? Minsan black-brown, minsan black, mamaya blue na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short? Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Ipod or Camera? both. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak? Nope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty? Righty. (Andaming kulang na questions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend? Si someone. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First award? Sa ICS, ung first honor ata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First enemy? You. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet? Dog. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation? Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to? Sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to? TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today? Finish stuff then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for? Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE GENDER:&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes? Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? Taller! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous? Uhh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud? Sensitive. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship? Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts? Yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home? Almost. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart? My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Do you like someone? I like people, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? Things can definitely be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. How's your HEART lately? Can't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths? Ayaw ko nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8451267761280280950?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8451267761280280950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8451267761280280950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8451267761280280950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8451267761280280950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/achoo.html' title='Achoo.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8059532127953655374</id><published>2008-10-06T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:36:13.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagalog post ulit!</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko akalain may mga lalaki papalang natitirang ganun. :)) Habang "inaayos" ko Bio notes ko (kasi ang baboy nung notes galing sa class), may kachat ako, tapos kinwento niya mga plans niya. Ang astig. Kadalasan kasi ngayon, ang mga guy, nag-aask nalang gamit ang text/chat, di ba? Wala nang mga ligaw tulad dati, na maglilinis ng bahay ng nililigawan, magdadala ng tubig, pero siyempre kadalasan naman kasi ngayon patago ang relationships kaya sa text. =)) Pero isipin mo, kung para sa prom, maglagay naman ng onting effort ang guys, magiging mas memorable. Naalala ko nung first year, ung guy na nag-ask sa prom niya by singing sa field. Oo nga, nakakahiya un both for the guy and the girl, pero memorable. May mga discreet ways naman pero memorable pa rin. By the way, nainspire ang post na ito sa kausap ko ngayon na hindi ko papangalanan kasi bako batuhin niya ako nukas ng kung ano, pero ang astig talaga ng plans niya. Sadly, di ko rin maikekwento ang plans niya for privacy and wala din naman ako permission. Pero ang creative talaga, ang sweet pa. Iyan, ah. Sana magserve ito as some kind of encouragement para matuloy ung plans kahit sunog ang SHB. Kaya mo yan! Pero mas astig parin plan A kaysa B. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8059532127953655374?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8059532127953655374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8059532127953655374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8059532127953655374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8059532127953655374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagalog-post-ulit.html' title='Tagalog post ulit!'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-6221624835582368289</id><published>2008-10-04T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:20:41.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar dogs &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I was staring at Angel a while ago, and thought that she looked like a polar bear. :)) Make the ears shorter and the nose a bit longer, and she can pass as a polar bear. Whee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SObuT5ZFsvI/AAAAAAAAABw/y6AGv0GTRHQ/s1600-h/angelbear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253148040965239538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SObuT5ZFsvI/AAAAAAAAABw/y6AGv0GTRHQ/s320/angelbear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SObuUCpiT0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5BrhBosVXfo/s1600-h/angelbear2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253148043450142530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SObuUCpiT0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5BrhBosVXfo/s320/angelbear2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Standing up. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy the pics. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-6221624835582368289?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6221624835582368289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=6221624835582368289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6221624835582368289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6221624835582368289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/polar-dogs-3.html' title='Polar dogs &lt;3'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SObuT5ZFsvI/AAAAAAAAABw/y6AGv0GTRHQ/s72-c/angelbear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-3858313855205476369</id><published>2008-10-03T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:19:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakatamad mag-english.</title><content type='html'>Hayy. Sige, for a change, tagalog post naman. Ang cute ni Angel, papansin, dumadaan sa harap ko ng paulit-ulit. Anyway, nakakaasar ang global warming, sobra. Habang naiinis ako kasi mainit, nakapag-isip ako ng mga reasons na dapat itigil ang global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Kawawa ang polar bears.&lt;/strong&gt; Seryoso, di ba? Ang cute pa naman nila. Wala silang ginagawa, taos nagmemelt nalang mga tinitirhan nila. Anu mararamdaman niyo kung natunaw nalang bigla bahay niyo. Kaya, save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;May epekto sa economy natin iyan. &lt;/strong&gt; Ewan, di ko lang sure. Pero, di ba, dahil sa global warming naging irregular na ang pattern ng mga bagyo. Hindi na siya predictable at dahil doon, nahihirapan ang mga farmer. Kung magtatanim sila, mamaya magkakabagyo, tapos masisira pananim nila. O kaya naman, di sila nagtanim kasi natatakot sila masira iyon ng bagyo, di tuloy sila kikita. So, save the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;KASI MAINIT.&lt;/strong&gt; Grabe, ang init. Sa sobrang init nainspire ako magsulat nitong post. Save the earth, para di na masyado mainit. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-iisip pa ako ng reasons, haha. Mainit pa rin. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-3858313855205476369?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3858313855205476369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=3858313855205476369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3858313855205476369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3858313855205476369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/10/nakakatamad-mag-english.html' title='Nakakatamad mag-english.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4270563835334831037</id><published>2008-09-30T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:23:36.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish someone would make the world's largest teddy bear.</title><content type='html'>So, Pisay students know what happened today. September 30, 2008. Today was supposed to be the first day of perio for the 2nd quarter, but due to the fire, classes were suspended. Every morning when I wake up, the first thing that I would do was to check my phone. Today was the morning I altered my schedule and proceeded on to washing my face when I stood up. Bad idea. I fixed my clothes and took a bath, and while I was dressing up, my mom called me into the room. She told me that Zarra's mom told her that classes were suspended. I got my phone and read the numerous messages and missed calls asking and telling me about the fire ans suspension of classes. I guess I'm one of the few people (or am I the only one?) who'd rather be taking the exam right now, for the sake of getting over with it. Oh well, what's done is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4270563835334831037?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4270563835334831037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4270563835334831037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4270563835334831037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4270563835334831037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-someone-would-make-worlds.html' title='I wish someone would make the world&apos;s largest teddy bear.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-9128994991228173315</id><published>2008-09-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:22:55.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb. It's the same numb when there's so much pain that you can't feel anything anymore. I almost cried in frustration at the flagpole area. I had to remind myself lots of times that I don't have to cry. I kind of lost it in the car. I couldn't help pushing myself to the corner, I think I was looking out the window. I'm not really sure, I was thinking too much. Oh yeah, thank you Physics for adding another untimely requirement to that big pile. Anyway, I'm not writing this entry for Physics, I'm not even writing this to fill the quota for Compsci. I'm writing cause I hell can't keep this inside of me anymore, I'll burst if I keep on doing so. Too bad there's no password protect here, oh well. No, people. This is not an emo post, I'm not trying to call your attention by telling you how much I hate the world. I don't hate the world. I don't hate anybody. Hating somebody is tiring. No, I'm not heartbroken. I'm too numb to feel any pain in my heart. Maybe crying would at least help to lift the frustration, but I can't cry. I can't find a way to get rid of all this annoying feelings and it feels like I'm being choked. Now I'm writing to find out if this will be an outlet, but I think I'm just sounding mad. I'm not mad. My mind has too much to handle, and there's pretty much no space left up there. I don't think I'm making sense anymore, sorry. Exit this page so you won't get annoyed at me. Why do I keep on demanding people for the things I want? They have their own lives, I shouldn't be butting in. Grr. Great, I'm contradicting myself by saying something and doing something else. I'm such a hypocrite. You know who you are, I've already told you many times, do what you want. Don't let me get in the way. You're supposed to be enjoying your life and not worrying about what I would think. I'm a problem to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     The worst there is,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-9128994991228173315?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/9128994991228173315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=9128994991228173315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/9128994991228173315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/9128994991228173315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2437210507414170111</id><published>2008-09-28T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:22:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't know which way to go...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to delete the bad day post. It wouldn't help anything get better. I just have to be more optimistic and just enjoy my classmates' company. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2437210507414170111?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2437210507414170111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2437210507414170111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2437210507414170111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2437210507414170111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-dont-know-which-way-to-go.html' title='We don&apos;t know which way to go...'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-3031443228425486243</id><published>2008-09-24T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:48:36.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pimped my blog! :))</title><content type='html'>Haha, I finally got my blog to allow comments (thank you for the code, Marz), have a link to old posts, and in the process of fixing up the lay-out (editing the template and making it more of mine), discovered my cute cute music player at the side bar. :"&gt; Whee, it's so cute. :) :) :) Haha. That's it for now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-3031443228425486243?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3031443228425486243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=3031443228425486243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3031443228425486243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3031443228425486243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-pimped-my-blog.html' title='I pimped my blog! :))'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7788172488256472001</id><published>2008-09-21T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:02:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the dark into the light, we can leave it all behind.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of doing things and regretting them after, but I just can't seem to stop that from happening. I'm pathetic. I keep on saying things, then wake up one day trying to take it back. Hayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say girls don't always mean what they say, that's somehow true. But it doesn't mean we don't mean everything that we say. We just want to find someone who can understand us, even if we don't reveal every single bit of our feelings. Some girls shy away from even trying to express what they feel, scared of things that might come from that. But when a girl tells you that they love you, believe it, cause it's pretty much true. Though there are different kinds of love, still, it's love. And don't ever let a girl feel she's not special, it can bring her whole self down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, here's something to think about. When you like a girl, it doesn't men that you have to tell her. But if you decide to do so, stick with it. And don't rely on words to pass the message, show how you're really sincere. You can't show a girl you like her when you keep on flirting with other girls, and keep away from her girl friends if you don't want trouble in the future. :)) A girl needs love and care. And if you want her to trust you, show that you trust her. Show her respect so she would also respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fault both girls and boys can do is having a rebound. For example, the boy breaks up with a girl. The girl is crushed. There's another boy who likes the girl and finds the chance to court the girl because of the way she is right now. The girl feels thankful for the boy for taking care of her at her time of need and gets together with him. Basically, we can think that the girl got together with the boy is because he was there when she needed care the most, she may love him, but not in the way he loved the guy that crushed her. And it would be unfair to the girl because she's not true to herself, unfair to the boy because he's with a girl with a different boy in her heart, and unfair to both cause they'll just get hurt. But I don't mean that this is what always happens, it could be that the new boy is the one for the girl, I'm just saying this does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you want to be the one you like, be sure you don't feel anything for someone else anymore. Cause that would hurt a lot of people. Get over the ones you liked (emphasis on the past tense) and be faithful to the one right now. Jealousy hurts and plants seeds of doubt, so don't ever give a chance for jealousy to arise. Remember, if you truly like someone, you're not supposed to like anyone but her, therefore, no need to be all gushy-gushy and touchy-touchy with others. If ever you choose to say "i love you", mean it. DON'T ever say it without meaning it, ever. And don't keep on giving promises and saying things when obviously you care for others, cause it's plain annoying. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm talking about these things already (and in keeping pace with my article), let's talk about loooooooove. :)) So, okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love. They say it never dies, and I have an idea on why that's so. Here's a quote: "Love is giving someone the permission to break your heart but trusting them not to". So, first love. It's the first time you'll fall in love, and let your heart be broken. If I'm right, and I'm not so sure with this, when you first fall in love, you're ready to give what it takes, intoxicated by the scent of love, not bothering what you'll feel when it fails. So, what happens when it fails? So intoxicated with falling inlove, you never  got the chance to build protection for yourself, no barriers, no guards, no walls to shield your heart. And that's why it hurts so much. One second your blushing so much it looks like you're going to pop, the next second you're crying rivers. Our young hearts can't be that sure. So, what is love now? Is it feeling the pain of emptiness after the river of tears dry up? Is it feeling numb and not caring about anything anymore? What is it? I don't know. But I'm pretty much sure that after the "love", you're left with scars and a pretty much broken heart. It would be hard to let go, after giving everything just for that, and it can even go to the point of desperate actions to get back together. It's hard to forget that kind of pain, the pain of crashing down after being in cloud 9 for the first time. And that's my theory on how you can't forget your first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not a love doctor, I don't know and understand much about this. But this is what I believe. It might be true for some, or not, but love isn't that defined anyway. I look at it my way, and you look at it in yours. But just remember, love isn't just a game. Feelings are not toys. And "love" can do so much, may it be good, or bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7788172488256472001?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7788172488256472001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7788172488256472001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7788172488256472001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7788172488256472001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-dark-into-light-we-can-leave-it.html' title='From the dark into the light, we can leave it all behind.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-1130507304391081552</id><published>2008-09-20T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:28:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't find a song for this entry's title.</title><content type='html'>There's like a blackhole in my stomach, or at least a vacuum. It's like sucking in my stomach and it hurts. :| So guys, take care of your stomachs and don't drink softdrinks all the time (like I do. :P) cause this is what gastritis-to-ulcer feels like. It sucks. Haha. Almost literally, or at least it's grinding my insides. I feel really sick. My punishment for a few bottles of acidic goodness. Right now, I'm trying to read The Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu. More like taotechingolachu. :)) It's like there trying reverse psych on you. They say something good, then in the same context, say something not that good. Haha, if you can't understand what I'm trying to say, nevermind. Move on and find a better blog to read. :P My stomach's still bugging me. :| And yeah, Sir Guce never failed to annoy me. My and I went to the lib yesterday afternoon and saw him there, so I said hi. Then there he goes blablabla-ing and cursing my future children. I just said hi, then that's what he did. At least I got some sort of entertainment afterwards when we spotted Ernest studying (yes, studying! :P) alone in the lib. Then My got all surprised and scared because of Ernest  studying. Haha. Okay, i'll end the entry here. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-1130507304391081552?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1130507304391081552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=1130507304391081552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1130507304391081552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1130507304391081552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-find-song-for-this-entrys-title.html' title='I can&apos;t find a song for this entry&apos;s title.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-767195378608929834</id><published>2008-09-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:43:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it.</title><content type='html'>Know what, whoever you are, you're more to me than I am to you. If I'm a good friend for you, then you're a great friend for me. If I'm a pain in the ass for you, then your a pain in a bigger ass for me. :P Haha, though, it's quite true. I may find people to be the best friend for me, but I'm just a friend for them. I'm not saying this because I have hard feelings toward others, I'm saying it cause it's true. It's not really bad, just means I know how to appreciate people. :) Anywhee, I now know how fridays without Math 4 as the first period feels. But, my morning isn't that nice, cause when I went out of the car still feeling sleepy, I saw Jay with his big (scary) smile. :| Haha, peace, Jay. :P Wait, I'm going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, after about 3 hours, haha. And I'm already tired to write. Oh well. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-767195378608929834?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/767195378608929834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=767195378608929834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/767195378608929834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/767195378608929834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-careful-what-you-wish-for-cause-you.html' title='Be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2148344456480407502</id><published>2008-09-18T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:34:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom leads to this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to fly like a bird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to swim like a fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can do anything, if we please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to blow like the breeze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to flow like the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can be anything, or just be me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn like a pinwheel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Float like a balloon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can go as far as the moon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream like the dreamer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish on wishing stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep like a baby in your mother's arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be as tall as a tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything's possible, as you can see;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, the only impossible is you loving me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Cess (Sept. 18. 2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Excuse the poem, I was browsing around the net and suddenly I thought of this. So, there. Enjoy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2148344456480407502?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2148344456480407502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2148344456480407502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2148344456480407502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2148344456480407502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom-leads-to-this.html' title='Boredom leads to this.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-3729262202466193482</id><published>2008-09-17T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:15:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me, like you mean it. Like you miss me, cause I know you do.</title><content type='html'>"My heart's undergoing global warming. My glacial veins are melting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed my new lay-out, but my old chat box was deleted, aww. :( So go, tag. :P Haha. I'm, compiling 20 trivias right now, and translating them into tagalog for FilJourn. I still have to choose 10 movies for the homework, and study for the battery test tomorrow. Haha. How can you load up on general info in just a few days? Anyway.. I have no idea now how to add comments to my posts, so, tag on the chat box instead. ;) Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-3729262202466193482?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3729262202466193482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=3729262202466193482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3729262202466193482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3729262202466193482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/kiss-me-like-you-mean-it-like-you-miss.html' title='Kiss me, like you mean it. Like you miss me, cause I know you do.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4528413799484417547</id><published>2008-09-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:07:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Ki-BOOM goes my heart.</title><content type='html'>From my sister's collection of mostly asian celeb crushes, here's one that I like. Presenting, Kim Kibum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SM5q0Jj6u1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/R0E7AIrBwHQ/s320/6a6a61578a61f0_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246248060085517138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SM5q0IQ5zsI/AAAAAAAAABA/SJJlJrTDIUo/s1600-h/kibum65vx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SM5q0IQ5zsI/AAAAAAAAABA/SJJlJrTDIUo/s320/kibum65vx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246248059737329346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SM5q0Y-V_qI/AAAAAAAAABI/_FXbTBPbfns/s1600-h/Kibum_by_gaea22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SM5q0Y-V_qI/AAAAAAAAABI/_FXbTBPbfns/s320/Kibum_by_gaea22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246248064222887586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough, so you can restart your hearts. Haha. I'll post more pics if I happen to discover someone again from my sister's collection. :)) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4528413799484417547?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4528413799484417547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4528413799484417547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4528413799484417547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4528413799484417547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/kim-ki-boom-goes-my-heart.html' title='Kim Ki-BOOM goes my heart.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SM5q0Jj6u1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/R0E7AIrBwHQ/s72-c/6a6a61578a61f0_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-5199066654346970762</id><published>2008-09-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:30:21.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never wanted you to leave, I wanted you to stay here holding me.</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog. My head's about to burst in literal pressure. Haha, nah. Too bad if you were waiting for that to happen. But it really does hurt, and it makes me feel dizzy and unable to see clearly. I still can't wait for vacation. But Anselmo said that summer does mean reviews for college exams. Ugh. :| Do we live just to study? Haha. Sometimes, I wonder. People tell us to study well, so that we can get into good schools. If we get a good education, we can get into great colleges. If we graduate from those colleges, we'll have  good jobs. We'll be great people and earn lots of money. If we earn a lot of money, we'll be rich. And then, what? You'll grow old and eventually die. Then what happens to the money you studied all your life for? Sure, you can give them to charity, but I doubt that many people would do that. Most would just let them rot or have people killing themselves to get that much money. And besides, too much money just adds to the greed in the world. Anywaaaaaay. I'm supposed to be fixing my things, but I'm too lazy to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But how, do you expect me, to live alone with just me, cause my world revolves around you it's so hard for me to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-5199066654346970762?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5199066654346970762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=5199066654346970762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5199066654346970762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/5199066654346970762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-never-wanted-you-to-leave-i-wanted.html' title='I never wanted you to leave, I wanted you to stay here holding me.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2365106733109788111</id><published>2008-09-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:40:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bam bam bi dum, bam bam bi dum dum.</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick. : And requirements keep on piling up, and I don't have any motivation at all to go to school. It doesn't help that I have lost my attention span and the classes we have are like lullabies. Oh well. 7 months to go until summer! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really worthless entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2365106733109788111?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2365106733109788111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2365106733109788111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2365106733109788111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2365106733109788111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/bam-bam-bi-dum-bam-bam-bi-dum-dum.html' title='bam bam bi dum, bam bam bi dum dum.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4287252021854601765</id><published>2008-09-05T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:39:51.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me down, sweet and low and I will carry you home.</title><content type='html'>I missed school today, it's a first in three years. Haha. Thanks to Kit, I can imagine certain teachers dancing, eherm. I shouldn't have missed seeing that part, oh well.  I still haven't progressed on school work even though we have a big load, but I managed to finish 629 pages of non-school reading. :P Something I heard bothered me yesterday, and I guess it still bothers me now. I heard it as I was walking to the car yesterday when I was about to go home. I wish I just walked faster so  I never heard it. It bothers me so much because a friend said it to another friend, with no intention of me hearing it and getting hurt, but I did and I am. There are times that I just don't want to feel anything anymore, and to just clear my mind. Anyway, I got a good load of potato in my system today. even though I felt sick, I didn't care about myself because Angel wouldn't eat properly. But she did put a rubber eraser in her mouth which she coughed up when I placed her on my lap. :P She was so small when she first came here, and now she can jump up to my bed  even without the help of the beanbag anymore. She jumped on to my bed at 5 in the morning and was trying to wake me up ever since by licking and biting me. By the way, Angel's my dog. She even tried to go under my comforter so she could bite my hands, cause I hid  it under there. I eventually gave up, seeing she won't stop until I stood up. Right now, she's behind me, biting her tail while she's on my beanbag. There, that's a pretty long post. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4287252021854601765?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4287252021854601765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4287252021854601765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4287252021854601765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4287252021854601765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-me-down-sweet-and-low-and-i-will.html' title='Hold me down, sweet and low and I will carry you home.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-1948722374510755309</id><published>2008-09-03T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:26:38.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, we got the beat.</title><content type='html'>Yakitiyak man. Haha, enough with being serious. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-1948722374510755309?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/1948722374510755309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=1948722374510755309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1948722374510755309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/1948722374510755309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-we-got-beat.html' title='Yeah, we got the beat.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4001310453149234804</id><published>2008-09-02T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:33:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took my sweet time when I was bitter, someone understands.</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep with an icepack on my leg last night, and I guess I'll be sleeping with one again tonight. Haha. Happy birthday, Richelle. I'm not in the mood to say anything else, so, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4001310453149234804?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4001310453149234804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4001310453149234804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4001310453149234804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4001310453149234804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/09/took-my-sweet-time-when-i-was-bitter.html' title='Took my sweet time when I was bitter, someone understands.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7863839458807798408</id><published>2008-08-31T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:06:04.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights will guide you home..</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, my last post was, well.. Weird. I can't sleep well again, I wake up almost every hour. When I finally get to sleep a bit longer, it's time to wake up. And when I wake up in the middle of the night, I suddenly remember things and it would be hard to get back to sleep. It's annoying. Anyway, tomorrow is the start of the Humanities Week, meaning there's not so much to do this week, because everything was piled up for next week. I wonder what happened at yesterday's practice cause I wasn't allowed to go. But I know there are more girls there yesterday than usual. Haha. Imagine going to practice with only seven people. It's quite openly admitted in our class that we don't function that well as a whole, but I hope we'll be able to pull this through, and maybe feel more of a real class from now on. Mg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7863839458807798408?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7863839458807798408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7863839458807798408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7863839458807798408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7863839458807798408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/lights-will-guide-you-home.html' title='Lights will guide you home..'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8017101257840009402</id><published>2008-08-31T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:43:19.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember the time you used to be mine.</title><content type='html'>Hello. It's now 8:38 in the morning. Whee? Anyway, I have a round, pink penguin. It's beside my pillow when I sleep, but sometimes it falls down. Aww. I played with it when I woke up, but then it rolled over on my stomach. Then it stared at me, we were staring at each other eye-to-eye. Imagine if my round, pink penguin blinked. I'd be shouting right now. After the round, pink penguin stared at me, I rolled it over again, but it's behind got in the way. So I put the round, pink penguin aside and stood up. Good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8017101257840009402?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8017101257840009402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8017101257840009402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8017101257840009402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8017101257840009402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-remember-time-you-used-to-be-mine.html' title='I remember the time you used to be mine.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-6122070735487040280</id><published>2008-08-30T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:26:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:&gt;</title><content type='html'>Since I didn't get to post last night, here's something to make girls smile. Haha. By the way, I stole this from Keziah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would say: “I love you Baby!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would say: “You are my life now.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal Guy would say: “I think I am falling for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would say: “The Lion fell in Love with the Lamb”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal Guy would say: “You hair looks like a haystack; go brush it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would say: "Your hair looks like a haystack but I like it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would pick a random song from a random artist and dedicate it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would sing you a song he wrote for you while playing the piano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you died, a normal guy would find another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you died, Edward would kill himself cause life without you isn’t worth living.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I wasn't going to live without you.." He rolled his eyes as if that fact were childishly obvious. "..but I wasn't sure how to do it. I knew Emmet and Jasper would never help so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you leave the house, a normal guy would say: “Bye, see ya!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you leave the house Edward Cullen would say: “Come back to me, love.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled my favorite smile. "Hurry back to me.""Always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a normal guy has to leave he would say: “Have to go now, bye!”                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Edward Cullen has to leave he would say: “I’ll be back soon you won’t have time to miss me. Look after my heart – I’ve left it with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised our interlaced fingers to brush my cheek with the back of his hand.   &lt;br /&gt;“How was your afternoon?”                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;“Slow.”                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;“For me, as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you come back to the house, a normal guy would be watching TV and wouldn’t even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you come back to the house, Edward Cullen would be welcoming you by playing the piano with a song just for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard the music before I was out of the car. Edward hadn't touched his piano since the night Alice left. Now, as I shut the door, I heard the song morph through a bridge and change into my lullaby. Edward was welcoming me home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy would wait for you to make him breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would make you breakfast everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are both out for dinner, a normal guy wouldn’t keep his eyes off the sexy waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen wouldn’t even notice the waitress was a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and one hand on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen, while driving, would keep one hand on the wheel and the other attached to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While far apart in different places, a normal guy would say: “I miss you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While far apart in different places, Edward Cullen would say: “It’s like you've taken half myself with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy wouldn’t care or notice if you had nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would sing until your nightmares went away."Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get jealous of some other girl, a normal guy would shrug it off, laugh at you, or get overly defensive.                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would say, “You’re the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep my only love.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy does it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen only does it with one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy usually just wants to score and wouldn’t give a damn about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen protects you from temptation, protects your virtue and waits until you get married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy can’t wait to go to his stag party.                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen would rather stay with you and watch you sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal guy buys you flowers and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen buys you a car. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen wins hands down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people say that it's better to experience reality than to just dream. But this time dreams and fantasies are better than reality. I'd rather stay up in my clouds, dreaming. I'll bury myself in my books and my imagination. I'll stay up in my clouds, as long as I want to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**It's true, even though Edward lives only in the pages of a book, we can't help but dream. A girl would love to be treated the way Edward treats his girl. It's as if she's the only girl that exists. So there, join the craze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-6122070735487040280?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6122070735487040280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=6122070735487040280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6122070735487040280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6122070735487040280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_29.html' title=':&gt;'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-130012881324376189</id><published>2008-08-28T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:16:04.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>The song actually says something, that's why I wanted to post it. Just read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things-Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sha, sha, sha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I probably shouldn't say this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationship we shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now we're standing in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nothings ever gonna change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you hear, my dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 7 things I hate about you, oh you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're vain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your games &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're insecure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me laugh, you made me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your friends they're jerks when you act like them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just know it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be with the one I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's awkward and silent as I wait for you to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I need to hear now is your sincere apology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you mean it I'll believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you text it I'll delete it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's be clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I'm not coming back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your taking seven steps here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're vain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your games &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're insecure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love me you like her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me laugh, you made me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your friends they're jerks when you act like them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just know it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be with the one I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compared to all the great things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I probably should mention the 7 that I like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 7 things I like about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your old Levi's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we kiss I'm hypnotized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands in mine when we're intertwined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's alright &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be with the one I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the 7th thing I like the most that you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oohhhh ooooooohhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='...'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-6989468192967606684</id><published>2008-08-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:32:18.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closin'.</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog. Bye, blog. Haha, I'm just not in the mood to write. So, this is the end of my post. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-6989468192967606684?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6989468192967606684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=6989468192967606684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6989468192967606684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/6989468192967606684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hearts-crippled-by-vein-that-i-keep.html' title='My heart&apos;s crippled by the vein that I keep on closin&apos;.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-3742739378418240754</id><published>2008-08-27T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:32:59.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillows.</title><content type='html'>I'm recently on a constant dose of chocolate, whee! The past days are kind of, insignificant, I guess.  There doesn't seem to be anything special happening nowadays. It's not really boring, just not special. Haha, anyway.. I had a good sleep last night, a very good sleep compared to the past few months were I keep on waking up in the middle of the night lots of times. I think I had a dream, but I don't know what it was about anymore. I was excited to go back home after school so I could sleep that way again. Haha. || I just read something now, and it ruined my mood. :| I thought friends were supposed to always back you up, but they're not supposed to steal your friends. I really regret introducing that person to my friends, it just made everything complicated and it made a lot of trouble. I really hate what I did. :( And you should know who you are, after all, you're the one who keeps on asking me about my batchmates, acting as if your a stalker. You have your own batch, and your own school, stick to that. You're making things worse than it already is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-3742739378418240754?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3742739378418240754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=3742739378418240754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3742739378418240754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3742739378418240754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/pillows.html' title='Pillows.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8539584551307863459</id><published>2008-08-26T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:26:54.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>As I opened the shower, I felt hot water trickle down my skin. Along with the water, I felt thoughts  flow through my mind. I remembered somebody say, "Everything happens for a reason",  and I believe in this. Every single thing that happens has a reason behind them, you may not realize it at first, but there's always one reason why it happened. I try to look at life finding reasons behind things, and I guess it does help. I suddenly thought of my Socsci essay, what really makes me, me? I guess, I'm not pretty sure of what I answered anymore. I thought I was right back then, but now, I'm not so sure. Time can really change things, and it didn't even take that much time for me to disagree with my own answer. But time can change more than that, not just thoughts, maybe something deeper than those. Time can change a whole person. Time will change the world. But, I shall not wallow on those things, for there is no point in doing so. As they say, let time take its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your life flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8539584551307863459?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8539584551307863459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8539584551307863459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8539584551307863459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8539584551307863459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-7471317903617794876</id><published>2008-08-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:49:55.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a little bit of crazy, I'm a little bit of a fool. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to run from your side But each place I hide It only reminds me of you When i turn out all the lights Even the night It only reminds me of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I'll write about my day so I have something to write. :P Today is tuesday, but we followed a monday schedule. So... We started the day with a flag ceremony, then we had Fil. Yay, Fil. We did nothing, Jay just discussed about the instruments to be made. Then, English, we just had a groupwork. Math just took 20 minutes, we were dismissed early. :&gt; Then, since it's sir Manoop's birthday (Happy birthday! :P), we had no chem. Yay. Then Homeroom, we didn't do anything, so I just drew on the board (wooooow). We had our break and then started CompSci at 1:40. My seatmates are, well, let's say our row is always mentioned in class. :P And then, Physics. Physics, there. Haha. Last is Socsci, we watched a documentary. Yay. Then we practiced the song. Yay, again. That's pretty much my day in school, nothing really exciting. So, there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very boring post, right? You don't have to read it anyway, haha. Oh well, have a goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-7471317903617794876?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/7471317903617794876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=7471317903617794876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7471317903617794876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/7471317903617794876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-just-little-bit-of-crazy-im-little.html' title='I&apos;m just a little bit of crazy, I&apos;m a little bit of a fool. ;)'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-2162267974441037409</id><published>2008-08-25T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:42:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Conyomandments</title><content type='html'>Since I still have nothing to write about, here's something to laugh at, I stole it from my sister's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" id="item_body" author_possessive="maiestas'" author="maiestas"&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ten Conyomandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;by Gerry Avelino and Arik Abu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(taken from The La Sallian-Menagerie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conyo here, conyo there, conyo everywhere! Here at La Salle, conyospeak has become an unofficial language as a good chunk of the student body knows, or maybe even mastered the socialite tongue. However, one must never forget the basics of the conyo and we thusly bring you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ten Conyomandments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.  Thou shall make gamit "make+pandiwa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Let's make pasok na to our class!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "Wait lang! I'm making kain pa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Come on na, we can't make hintay anymore! It's in Andrew pa, you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "diba" and "eh" in your pangungusap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I don't like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it's like, so eew, diba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "Eh as if you want naman also, diba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It's SO pang-uri!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "I know right? So sarap nga, eh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "You're making me inggit naman.. I'll make bili nga my own burger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation "dude", 'tsong" or "pare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"My bag is so bigat today, you know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. Make gawa the plural of pangngalans like in English or Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I have so many tigyawats, oh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Like, it's so init naman!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "Yah! The aircon, it's, like sira!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "It's so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Like, OMG! It's like traffic sa LRT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "I know right? It's so kaka!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "Kaka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "Kakaasar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      "Me naman, I'm from Lazzahl!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-2162267974441037409?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/2162267974441037409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=2162267974441037409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2162267974441037409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/2162267974441037409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/ten-conyomandments.html' title='Ten Conyomandments'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4324836525070516542</id><published>2008-08-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:13:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>Wait, I'll just share something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.I.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-ade&lt;br /&gt;I-lang&lt;br /&gt;M-agnesium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, my sections can form a name!Happy. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4324836525070516542?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4324836525070516542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4324836525070516542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4324836525070516542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4324836525070516542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_24.html' title='!'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-8385296892773824883</id><published>2008-08-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:04:06.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High; running wild among all the stars above.</title><content type='html'>"Aim for the moon, if you miss, you may hit a star". -from the header of my sister's multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to write. Memories are better preserved inside me than on a space in a blog. Oh well, hmm.. I really can't think of anything to post. Sorry. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-8385296892773824883?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8385296892773824883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=8385296892773824883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8385296892773824883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/8385296892773824883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/high-running-wild-among-all-stars-above_24.html' title='High; running wild among all the stars above.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-3646423901019619995</id><published>2008-08-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:46:01.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lay-outs won't work. :|</title><content type='html'>Ever since that post this afternoon, i've been searching for a lay-out for this blog. I found a lot, and downloaded some, but they just won't work. I'm tired of trying to fix the so-called errors, and well, it's annoying. :P So, welcome again to my plain blog, you have nothing to see, just listen to the music for a while. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The night's approaching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stars are about to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be waiting silently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for the first one to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a goodnight (even though it's still kinda early :P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-3646423901019619995?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3646423901019619995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=3646423901019619995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3646423901019619995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/3646423901019619995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/lay-outs-wont-work.html' title='The lay-outs won&apos;t work. :|'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4326169716221352821.post-4973174630848043471</id><published>2008-08-23T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:43:25.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second First Post.</title><content type='html'>I'm cleaning up my blog, it's not like it had so much in it anyway. Since I'm going to use this blog for Compsci, I might as well fix it (and keep it clean ;P). I made sure that I will delete my previous posts when Sir Bingcang opened my blog unexpectedly in class, haha. So there, I'm done deleting them, now I'll try to fix it. Hopefully, it'll finish nicely. This is my second first post, just because I deleted my original first post. There. At least my blog has something in it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4326169716221352821-4973174630848043471?l=starlitdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4973174630848043471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4326169716221352821&amp;postID=4973174630848043471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4973174630848043471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4326169716221352821/posts/default/4973174630848043471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitdancing.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-first-post.html' title='Second First Post.'/><author><name>cessyheartheartyou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12585680556461095800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jphFZuefYsE/SVsWrftoAUI/AAAAAAAAACA/BgcAshfbd7w/S220/pichur(534).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
